It didn't take more than a second for Zahra to reciprocate my kiss, and open her mouth, allowing me to slither in my tongue. She tasted like a fine aged wine, well preserved despite her age.
I could feel the secretion of Zahra's sexual energy even more, it was denser. It infiltrated my very skin and bones, and awakened a primal urge in me, and all my thoughts leaned towards feeding, and nothing more.
I couldn't delay anymore, I wanted more. I leaned back, allowing Zahra to breathe, as my eyes travelled down her simple laced bodice blouse.
I untied the laces, with speed unbecoming of a professional succubus. I stopped myself, as I saw that I was acting like a dog in heat. I calmed my nerves, and slowed down.
This turned out to be a good choice, seeing how Zahra's tense body relaxed. As I slowed down my pace, I took the time to appreciate all the thoughts going through Zahra's head being reflected on her face.
Her face was flushed, as she radiated nervous energy. She kept avoiding eye contact. Which was something I couldn't allow, after all, mom had given me lessons about pleasure, and had told me it's all about trust. And at this moment Zahra didn't seem to trust herself, let alone me.
After untying her bodice, I stopped myself from sliding it off. I reached out and grabbed both sides of her face, and made her look at me.
I gave her a wry, sensual smile, and asked, "have you ever pleasured yourself before?"
Her faced became redder than it already was. She tried to look away, but forced her to face me.
"Tell me or.. I'll stop."
Her eyes widened, and she gulped down a bit of saliva, before taking in a deep breath, as she closed her eyes.
"Y-yes."
"Hehe, do tell, what do you fantasize about when you pleasure yourself..." I leaned into her right ear and whispered, "Zahra."
"You mean, with a woman? I nev—"
"It's fine, but since we're here, and I happen to be a woman, how about you tell me, how you would like me to pleasure you?"
There was a long pause, as Zahra thought up an answer. I took this time to sit her up, as I removed the blouse, slowly, and sensually. Her breast came to full view, and her breathing started coming out in shallow breaths.
I ran a finger down her cleavage, and I could practically hear her heart leaping out of her chest. I leaned in forward and gently, as if caressing her, I pressed my lips close to her ear, and whispered, "tell me..."
Her body was warm, and she was prime for intense sexual activity, I could tell. It was as if at this moment, Zahra's body wasn't just her own, and I actually shared it with her.
What did mom call it? Ah yes, sexual connection. It's when a partner of a succubus is completely and utterly enthralled in the whims of her charm.
It was too bad, I wasn't a Temptress, otherwise at this moment, I would surely be able to invade her dream, furthering the connection, until there was no thought in her mind other than being pleased by me.
'Wait a minute, what I'm I thinking, I'm not that kind of person.'
*Yes, you are.*
My dark passenger whispered in my ear, but I ignored her and focused on Zahra who was about to tell me, how she would like to be pleasured.
"Um..I heard once, from a married woman, about her impotent h-husband used to pleasure her. She once told me that, ahem.. her husband pleasured her with his.. you know, um... t-t-t-tongue."
"Oh Zahra, you dirty girl," I exclaimed in a playful manner. It seems my girl's sexual life has been stale as I speculated. Man, I do have thank her husband, he really made Zahra crave sexual relief to the point of wanting another woman tongue pleasure her.
I unbuttoned her skirt, and dragged it down her delicious thighs to her well sculpted calves and off her body. She was toned and entirely naked. My dirty girl hadn't worn any panties.
My eyes travelled upwards, admiring her in her entirety as I couldn't help but admire even the scars that graced her beautiful toned body. She truly had a dark interesting past.
I spread her legs wide, and I was faced with a drenched, hungry pussy glaring right at me. I didn't like to describe something as beautiful as her honeypot with a vulgar word like pussy, but that's the only way to describe this beautiful goddesses creation, a sight for my eyes to behold and appreciate.
Her pussy musk wafted into my nose, and it smelled raw and had some sprinkled pheromones to add a little tone to it. I much prefer this smell to that of flowers or fruit.
I brought my nose closer to her pussy, and sniffed and it contracted, and at the same time I heard a throaty quiet moan coming from Zahra. Such a powerful smell, made me even hornier to the point I started to touching myself without even realising.
I grabbed both of Zahra's knees, and lifted my head to face her, "this is your last chance to walk away. Tell me to stop and I will."
Zahra outrightly shook her head, and muttered, "please, I.. can't anymore."
My dirty girl was hornier than I was, and that was saying much considering I was the hungry one between the two of us. Oh well, it's time to feast.
I started by first kissing Zahra's inner thighs, as I got closer to her drenched pussy. Oh man, she was really horny. I stuck out my tongue for a taste, and the sexual energy from her juices made me instantly drunk.
Hungry for more, I spread Zahra's pussy wide open, and gave her folds a tentative touch. Zahra moaned. I blew into her hole, and watched in amazement as it contracted, letting out more juices.
Zahra's clit was already engorged, and I could tell it needed some little attention, but it wasn't yet the time. More focus was put on the pussy itself.
Using my tongue, I went ahead and licked each and every part of her folds, but she just kept getting wetter. I burrowed my tongue deep inside her hole, and it tasted amazing. I drank more of her juices, as her moans filled the room.
Each time she would appear to come close to an orgasm I would stop, and torture her with kisses in her inner thighs, and daring to get closer to her pussy just my warm breath at her needy little clit.
She went from being a silent passenger to actively begging for me to do something. But why would I give her the relief she needed, as I felt myself go from wet to being really drenched with so much need needed to be released for my own benefit.
But even though I so much wanted attention, as much as she did, I couldn't have it. Choosing to believe in my mom's instructions, I should never get pleasure for myself during the first feed.
"P-please, Lumi, I can't take it anymore, I-"
Feeling as if I tortured her enough, I flickered her engorged clit, and that simple action made her come undone. Her hips rose up in the air, and she came.
My pussy clenched tight witnessing this moment, and I felt that I too was close to coming, but as a succubus I had control over the entirety of my body most living creatures couldn't imagine being able to do so themselves.
After a full two minutes, Zahra finally calmed down, "Ah~ t-that wa-was amazing," Zahra exclaimed breathlessly with contentment.
But unfortunately for her, at this very moment it was as if I could hear what she was saying, but I couldn't understand a word. Her orgasm had released large amounts of sexual energy that now, I believe have taken control of my body.
I was now truly drunk on the energy. I gripped tightly at her thighs, and spread her wider. Without saying a word, I went down on her, this time going as far as to give the clit as much attention as her pussy.
Zahra begged me to stop, but I didn't hear any of it, I wanted more, just more. And for that I didn't care for Zahra beyond giving her pleasure, so that she could release more sexual energy for me to feed on. And it worked.
I made her come again, then again, and again and again. And even when she screamed loudly with tortured pleasured moans, she kept begging me to stop, but I fell deaf ear to her pleas.
By the time I finally stopped, I could hear the morning chirping of birds. And in horror, I found myself face to face with a pleasured expression of Zahra, who at some point during the night had already died.
*Ooo ooh Lumi has killed again...*