Chapter 2: Building Tension
"What in the world is going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Who....or what......are you, lady?"
She looked up at me, crying openly now. One hand gingerly cupped her exposed breast, nursing it tenderly, but making no attempt to cover herself. Her other hand reached between her shapely thighs. "I am a succubus," she replied. "And you just saved my life."
I swallowed. "A succubus?" I repeated. "As in, a sex demon?"
"Yes," she replied, nodding. "I seduce men so that I can drink from their life force through intimacy. And the creature you saw is an incubus. He was trying to suck away MY life force. He was trying to literally rape me to death."
The raw candor of her words struck me and I dropped to one knee beside the couch. She raised one leg, offering me a clear view of her bruised and swollen pussy. "Oh God, it hurts," she whimpered softly.
"Can you help me?"
I looked at her in shock. I swallowed hard and looked at her luscious curves. She was the picture of vulnerability and tender sex appeal. I wanted to touch her; to feel the softness of her skin, but I also didn't want to take advantage of the situation. I fancied myself a gentleman, and she had just been through a traumatic experience with a "man" trying to take her against her will. Succubus or not, her body was hers, and not my plaything.
"Of course," I said gently. "Tell me what I can do for you."
She placed her leg on the back of the couch, giving me a full view and access to her sex. "Kiss it better?" she whispered shyly, looking up at me through her long lashes.
I swallowed, the lump in my throat massive as I looked at her vulnerable state. I had never taken advantage of a woman before, but this was no ordinary situation. She was a succubus, and I was a human with a growing desire to pleasure her.
Gently, I took her ankle in my hand and placed her dainty foot on my shoulder. She trembled at the sensation, closing her eyes and leaning back against the cushions.
She arched her back slightly, accentuating her huge, shapely breasts as I began to kiss the skin of her inner thighs. I drew a line of kisses up towards her sex, feeling her shiver once again and inhaling the musky scent of her.
I cupped her perfectly sculpted butt cheeks in my hands and admired her swollen, oozing pussy lips. They were a dark pink color, swollen beyond belief. I could see the damage the incubus had done - he'd bitten and torn at her delicate, pink flesh.
She whimpered as I traced the outline of her swollen lips with the tip of my tongue, causing her to shudder in response. I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I explored her pussy further, my tongue delving between her lips, tasting her sweetness mixed with a hint of fear.
"Lover," she whispered, pulling the remains of her dress to the side, revealling her magnificent chest. "Please. I need you. Please don't stop."
I smiled up at her through the creamy valley of her cleavage. "You seem quite deliciously submissive," I remarked, before planting a gentle kiss on her swollen, delicate fronds.
"I am," the succubus replied.
"Mmmm," I said, meeting her eyes. "The incubus not your type, then?"
"If all he wanted was to screw me, I wouldn't have struggled," she answered. "But he was trying to drain me of my life force. I wasn't being defiant. I was fighting for my life. I am submissive to men. Their pleasure is what nourishes me."
"Oh," I replied, still exploring her pussy with my tongue. It felt hot and wet, and I could feel her getting more turned on by the second.
My cock was rock hard at this point, my shaft straining against my pants. I couldn't resist any longer. I needed to feel her.
I pulled back from her, and kneeling up in front of the couch, I yanked off my pants and underwear in one swift motion, my hard cock springing free.
She looked down and watched as I began to stroke my rod slowly, luxuriously.
"Oh yes," she sighed, a smile playing at the corners of her lips. "That's much better."
I let out a low moan, staring at the succubus as she arched her back, offering herself up to me.
"Please, take me," she pleaded. "Please."
My cock throbbed uncontrollably at the sound of her voice. I couldn't take it anymore - I wanted to taste her fully now. I knelt on the floor, between her legs and used my hands to spread her wider.
Her pussy was so raw, and her juices flowed onto the couch beneath her. I saw the thick blood mingling with her excitement and I shuddered, my erection throbbing even harder.
"Oh, yes," she moaned, grasping at my shoulders. The room filled with the sultry smell of her arousal, and I inhaled deeply, loving every second of it. Her breasts were shaking with the strain of her desire, her pale skin flushing a deep shade of aubergine.
I could feel her need for me, how she craved for the connection of our bodies and the energy it would release. She smelled like the earth - a musk of desire and fear, and her eyes were a pool of lust.
"Take me," she cried, almost pleading. "Please!"
I couldn't resist. I dove into her, my tongue grazing against her hardened nub. I felt her body jump as I took her into my mouth, my hands gripping her thighs, keeping them still for me.
I sucked hungrily, delving as deep as I could, my tongue exploring every inch of her swollen, oozing pussy.
"Aaaaaah," she sighed in relief, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. I could feel her body beginning to shudder as she approached climax, her thighs quivering with desire.
"Oh yes, that's it, oh yes, harder!" she cried out, her delivery accompanied by an abrupt movement of her hips backward.
I took hold of her ass tightly, massaging her butt cheeks and pulling her pussy closer to my mouth. I worked at her clit, wanting to make her feel as good as possible.
She writhed and thrashed on the couch, screaming out incomprehensible things. I looked up just in time to see the look of pure pleasure on her face, a bead of sweat trickling down her temples.
I kept licking and sucking on her clit rhythmically as she began to grind her hips against me.
The room filled with erotic sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the musky scent of her arousal permeating the air as I lost myself in the sensation.
"Oh my God... oh God... Yessss," she cried out. Her hands clutched at my hair a, her breath heavy and unsteady.
I could hear and feel her on the cusp of orgasm, her entire body trembling as she pushed her hips forward, wanting to take as much of my tongue inside her as possible.
Her moans turned into screams, and her legs went rigid. I held her still, wanting to make this moment last as long as possible. But she was beyond the point of reason, screaming and thrashing about in a fit of passion and arousal.
Finally, her orgasm subsided, and she collapsed against the back of the couch, trying to catch her breath. I helped her sit back up, cradling her in my arms.
Her body was still tingling from the orgasm that had just wracked through it, and she leaned into me, her head on my shoulder. She felt fragile in my arms, and I hugged her tightly, wanting to protect her from everything that she had been through.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice raspy. "I haven't felt safe in so long... I don't even know your name."
"I'm Simon," I replied, kissing the top of her head.
"Thank you, Simon," she said, snuggling deeper into my embrace.
We sat in silence for a few moments, both lost in our own thoughts. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, and her soft curves fit perfectly against me. I could smell her arousal lingering in the air, and my cock reacted to her nearness, twitching and straining against the fabric of my pants.
I looked down at her, and she met my gaze, a small smile on her face. She reached up and ran a fingertip over my bottom lip.