Opening my eyes, I'm greeted with quite the pleasant feeling. Looking down, I find my cock enjoyably being sucked by Brooke. Her curly red hair fans out across my legs, and I moan to let her know I'm enjoying what she's doing. Apparently my little trip into her subconscious has worked. Even with the hot sand under me, and the sound of a large body of water so close to me, Brooke's mouth has skills I never would have believed from such an innocent looking woman.
The green eyed woman lifts her head, making a slurping noise as my rod leaves her mouth and smiles at me. "I was so turned on by watching you in her mind, that I had to have a bit of you for myself."
That . . . doesn't seem right.
"Angela?" I ask while trying to blink back the brightness of the sun on my left, and then look over to find the real Brooke still waist deep in the surf on my right.
Horrified, I push myself back from the succubus, not feeling right about her taking on my friend's form.
"Lyden? What's wrong?" The concern and hurt I hear in her voice only compounds my own confused feelings.
"I—I don't like you in her shape," I tell her honestly, and she looks down at herself uncomprehendingly.
"Oh my! I didn't even realize. Of course it would bother you to have me take your friend's form. I didn't even realize. I must have picked up on what was in your mind, and my body just changed." Her sea-green eyes, exactly like Brooke's beautiful orbs, stare beseechingly into my own, and I know she didn't mean to bother me. Honestly, I don't fully understand why it does. I've now mentally been with Brooke, and I've been with Angela more than once in different forms, so why should it bother me? Maybe it's because I'm close emotionally to Brooke. "Can you forgive me?"
Breathing out a breath I hadn't realized was pent up, I say, "Of course. Your body just reacted to what was going on. You weren't doing it on purpose." She smiles and lunges forward to hug me close.
"Thank you, Lyden. I promise to do what I can to protect you and not hurt you." Despite how I feel about the succubus in this form, having a beautiful and very naked woman hugging my naked form isn't killing my sex drive.
"Um, maybe you'll want to change, and we can continue where I woke up?" She pulls away from me, wide eyed, but grinning broadly.
"Of course! How would you like me?" She asks, grabbing her pert but small breasts and tweaking her nipples. Yeah, my sex drive is only rising from her display.
I think about it for a moment, before answering, "I'd like to see you as you truly are."
Shock registers across her delicate features at my request, and she stares at me in wonder for a moment, before saying, "I can't. Lyden, I—I told you before that I don't remember what I looked like originally. It was too many centuries ago, and I've been too many things in between." She gives me a tremulous smile, and I feel like an idiot. She had told me that, and I probably just made her feel bad . . . again.
Too many 'things'? I don't think I want to follow up on that thought.
Now it's my turn to apologize. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad again," I tell her in all honesty, placing my face in my palm.
I hear her move a little closer in the sand, and she lifts my face back up to meet hers. "No. You didn't make me feel bad. No one has ever asked that of me, and to have you do it made me feel, um, well, like I haven't felt emotionally in a very long time. Do you understand? It felt good! I would do it for you in a moment if I could, but the real problem is that I can only take on whatever form is in someone's mind, and no living mortal remembers what I looked like. TanaVesta does, as well as the demon that helped give me my abilities when he split off part of his soul, but I don't dare ask either one of them."
I can tell she's not happy, and I grasp her hands, picturing her in my mind the way I'd first seen her: blue hair, hazel eyes, B-cup breasts topped with nipple jewelry, slender hips, and pale skin. This time my mind adds a round nose and eyebrow ring to round out the image. I'm not sure if she can sense her change, or if her slight drop in stature is what alerts her to her own transformation, but she looks at herself, even pulling one hand from mine to examine her short hair, before grinning at me.
"This is your fantasy, huh?" she asks solicitously, and I can tell her mood has changed for the better.
"No," I tell her truthfully, "This is just how I first met you, and how I see you. I guess to me, this was the first real you."
Her joy is so fierce, that she tackles me to the almost burning sand, kissing me passionately. Our tongues mingle and dance, as her hands greedily grip my cock to aim it for her hole, before she stops and pulls her face back a moment.
"We might want to use the back door," she tells me, spitting into her hand, and then rubbing the saliva against her anus.
I wonder why the change, but when her sphincter begins to tightly slip down my rod, I forget to wonder and just enjoy. She has to pull up two more times, to apply more saliva, before I'm fully ensconced within her colon.
Even though my penis changes to accommodate her, and I know her ass is doing the same for me, she feels incredibly tight. The look on her face, as we get fully connected is truly a wonderful sight to behold, as her hazel eyes are lidded by her mostly closed eyelids, and she sucks in a shuddering breath, emphasizing her smallish breasts. Her nipple rings recall me to the shiny metal I'd noticed in her crotch the last time we'd had sex with her in this form, and I move my right fingers down until I find it. It feels like a barbell, standing vertical, right next to her clit, and I start twiddling with it, not knowing what else to do. Apparently that's the right thing, as her eyes open wide, and she moans loudly.
"I—I feel like I'm twenty again," she sighs, as she starts to move her hips. I take that as a compliment and reach my left hand up to her right nipple, pulling lightly on the ring there. She shudders in pleasure, and I feel her sphincter grip the base of my cock hard as she cums, flooding me full of vigor and restoring much of what I'd lost last night.
Pulling my hand away from her soaked crotch, I use it to pull her chest down and to my waiting lips. Biting the metal ring between my teeth, I shake my head back and forth, while still holding her slight body close to mine. My hips take on a mind of their own, as they start to hammer up and into the succubus's rear.
"Oh, shit, Lyden. That feels too good. Oh, yes! It's—It's going, ungh, to, OH FUCK!" Her whole body shakes and shudders against me, as waves of pure unadulterated bliss blast through her body, overflowing into mine, and soaking my pelvis as creamy juices flow from her cunt.
I know I'm coming close and move both of my hands to her bum, using my strength to lift and then slam her back down on me. Sucking hard on her tiny nipple, almost sucking her entire teat between my lips, I prepare for what I know will be a strong ejaculation.
"I've changed my mind," she says breathlessly, but her words aren't registering in my bliss-fuzzed brain. "I want you in my pussy. I want to feel your cum flood my cunt."
Just then, my body locks up tight, as my penis swells, and I begin to fill her intestines with my seed. My body continues to convulse, as I feel her insides rippling around my rod, driving my pleasure higher and higher.
When reality comes crashing back down around me, her last words sink in, and she's hugging me tight. Even as my cock shrinks, her rear doesn't let me go, and I realize that her shuddering is from crying, not ecstasy.
"Angela, what's wrong?" I ask, worry washing away the last vestiges of my orgasm, but she just shakes her head. "Angela, please, it was too late for me to change. I promise I'll do it next time," I plead with her.