#succubus!reader

But holy shit were you hot as fuck, he didn’t know what the hell you did to him or his brain chemistry. But you made him so horny he humped his goddamn sledgehammer! It was midnight, and like clockwork he was hunting for new flesh to sacrifice to the creature that thrived in his basement. It demanded something fresher than homeless people, and something more lively than a depressed barely minimum wage worker. So he ended up in a strip club, ready to reap the souls of pigs and whores. It’s not like they’ll be missed, husbands, spouses, partners, depressed loners seeking refuge and pleasure from half naked women who were only doing this for their cash. He broke in through the back door, taking out the bouncer that was protecting it from the likes of him. Gagging and tying the man up as he tossed him into the rigged trunk of his white van before stalking inside.

It was slow tonight, real slow. Super slow even, it was midnight and you only had two customers the whole night. And they weren’t even hot enough for you to rub against like a cat in heat, you only came to work tonight because you were insatiably horny. Your succubus sigil aching against your womb begging to be filled, you tried everything at home. Stuffing your needy pussy full of your fingers till you were sopping yet couldn’t cum. No matter how knuckle deep you were or how much you curled your fingers you never developed a knot, you tried toys.. All types! You tried your favorite monster dildo first, taking the thick tentacle in. Sighing with pure relief of being stretched sooo good–Rolling your hips like a bucking bronco as your pussy clamped down onto the toy. Mewling at the suctions sticking to your walls and pulling, but even the suction feel couldn’t get you off. 

Tried your favorite vibrator, stuffed the damn thing into your tight hole as you squirmed and clawed at your messy sheets. Loving the way it vibrated against your slick folds and stimulated your gooey walls–Normally by now you’d be squirting your brains out everywhere, not even shoving every lush you owned inside of you at max didn’t help. It felt brain-numbing yet you still couldn’t get off.

You knew what you wanted, some desperate man with a fat dick to ride senseless. So on your off day you went to work, hoping some hot old man would coo your direction and dick you down in a private room so you could finally come. But those two customers were unattractive asf, and both assholes who barely tipped you and your coworkers. Hell, you were so desperate you tried to scissor with your favorite coworker who’s had sex with you in the past when you were needy. But even rubbing your soaking wet cunt against hers in the small shower stall didn’t help, you got her off immediately but you didn’t get off at all. She even went as far as eating you out, yet her silky tongue lapping you like a filthy dog didn’t help. 

It was so bad your skimpy bikini bottoms were sticking to you, you had slick rolling down your inner thighs and sticking to the pole as you danced. You were just dancing to clear your fuzzy brain, all you could think about was being dicked down. Literally all you could think about was cock, and that pole rubbing against your clothed cunt was not helping. 

You tried to ignore it, but eventually dancing just became you rubbing against the pole and moaning. You couldn’t handle the ache anymore and your pussy was screaming at you to fill it up right fucking now. So you rushed off to the bathroom and into a single stall and sat on the closed toilet lid. Yanking down your soaked bottoms as you moaned when the fabric slid off. You purposely did it slowly as your shaky pupils watched the fabric peel from your slick folds. Seeing how thick the strands of slick were and how long they stretched as you got the fabric down to your ankles, hell you were so horny you considered stuffing the fabric in you–Buutt you didn’t have a spare to change in. Your quivering plushy thighs spread instantly as your hand crackled down against your sobbing pussy. Hissing at your puffy clit getting all achy and stingy because you slapped it, and teased your hole by grazing your XL bedazzled nails against it.

A shameless moan echoed through the empty bathroom as you leaned back against the tank, giving your hole some teasing slaps and taps. Acting like you were about to shove in your fingers yet never doing so, the slaps were so loud. You could hear them echoing back to you like a siren's call as your slick made a puddle on the porcelain lid. 

Plap.. Plap..PlAP!

‘’M–Mhp! Fuck..’’ You hissed when you slapped a bit too hard that your poor pussy squelched out some slick, and your stupid fucking succubus sigil still ached like hell against your womb. The beautiful mix of hot pink & black against your silky smooth skin practically pulsing, being a succubus was both a blessing and a curse. You had amazing mind melting sex, and explosive orgasms that even rocket scientists would want to study–Yet if you weren't pleased within a certain time frame you’d go fucking mad. 

And your sanity was already cracking like a fragile egg, you speared yourself open with three fingers. You couldn’t wait–You were getting insanely needy, moans slipping out like an opera as you prayed someone would come and sedate you. Fingers pumping in and out of your sopping hole, letting out the dumbest gasps when you tried to milk your own fingers like it was a dick.

Fortunately what you needed had entered right through that bathroom door that you didn’t hear quietly shut.

He thought you were a perfect victim, mindless, easy, horny–He’s dealt with horny victims before no problem. But he had a problem, a hard, pulsing, twitching problem right through his black leather apron! He was never hard, last time he got hard he still had sanity–So he didn’t know why he was so hard all of the sudden, or how he could literally smell your arousal. That wasn’t normal, was he supposed to be able to smell that? No right? Was it because he was more monster than man? Was it his hypersensitivity? 

He had no clue you were the reason why he was so horny, well.. Not exactly you, your succubus sigil right on your womb. It wasn’t just any sigil, it had meaning. It was pheromone, any many within 30 meters will become aroused and attracted to such, the closer he is the stronger it gets. And he just worsened his symptoms like a bad flu.

You weren’t focused on the heavy footsteps vast approaching, or the stall door literally breaking open because his sledgehammer smashed through the lock. You were focused on trying to come, but getting more and more frustrated that tugging your sensitive clit and being knuckle deep in your slutty hole wasn’t working. Not even stimulating your g-spot till it melted was working, your eyes hazily opened to reveal a hulking figure standing there. Watching you, adoring a burlap sack and holding a weapon. You could see his chest heavily heaving, and you could hear his pants–Any normal person would be terrified, embarrassed, and start running. Yet your eyes snapped down to where his pelvis would be and you saw the tent against his apron. 

‘’P,Please fuck me.’’ You cried out desperately, hoping whoever this freak was wouldn’t be disgusted–He looked dangerous, smelled dangerous. You could smell the iron from blood on him and the smell of sweat and rotted meat–But you were too horny to care, this was the one thing all horror movies advised you not to do. It always ended up in a brutal death–But you heard his sledgehammer crash onto the tile floor as he pushed aside his apron and ducked down into the stall.

Your fingers withdrew immediately, messy with all of your fluids as you spread your legs wider and wider. Accommodating his massive & chubby size, he loomed over you gloved hands squeaking against each other as he unbuckled his worn belt and brutally ripped down his fly, shoving his glorified bear paw of a hand in to cup his cock–

Oh my fucking god.. He was absolutely massive.

He was the BIGGEST man you’ve ever seen, both in a physical stand and sexual. The biggest man you ever met was 6’5, but shit this man surpassed that by several inches! And his cock was fucking gargantuan. 12 whole inches, thicker than a bottle of coke, fat bulbous tip that was purple because of how hard he was.. Thick pulsing veins along his dick–He literally had to hold his dick because it was so heavy it couldn’t stand against his belly. You were drooling at the sight, if you weren’t so horny you’d suck him off right now till his cum was your new lip-gloss.. But you needed that absolute pulsing beauty into your needy pussy now!

He got obscenely close, standing between your spread legs as his large hands cupped your thick thighs. Groping them in approval and appreciation as he wrapped them around his waist, thick gloved fingers digging into the pretty flesh as he squeezed you like a prized hog. Your legs instantly hooked together as you let him bend you into any position he wanted. As long a he fucked you couldn’t give a shit, his hand left your thigh as he cupped his cock and glided it into you with pure ease.

Insane ease, you were so wet he entered you like butter. Only pain was from the stretch, but you were so lubed up the pain wasn’t as bad as it normally would be. You literally cried out in relief and joy, and your pussy spasmed and clenched down on him like it never wanted him to leave. ‘’F–Fuh Fuck! YES!’’ You sobbed out as your head lolled back, hair spilling down your neck and back as you shuddered. Your back arching like a cat in defensive mode, He was barely 5 inches in and had you moaning up a storm! He wasn’t doing any better than you were, his shoulders tensed and had a full body shudder as his eyes rolled back into his skull. A small wet spot forming on his burlap sack where his mouth would be, baby boy was already drooling from just putting it in! ‘’haahh.. O,oh babbyy.. You're so big n’ thick–’’ You babbled out as your hips instantly without permission or any type of control started rolling. Overstuffing your poor gaping pussy as you took another inch, and another.. Anddd another… 

‘’HHFF!’’  

You just made this poor boy bottom out completely, dark brown untamed pubes against your puffy nub as his happy trail rubbed lovingly against your folds. His thighs were shaking as he started uncontrollably jackhammering that stupid pussy. Degrading it in his deranged mind, Stupid tight cunt–Fuckin’ needed me huh? Jesus she’s soaked–M’ not gonna fuckin’ last. His mind repeated over and over like a broken mantra, deep gravelly huffs and growls escaping his hoarse throat as his hand snapped down onto your thigh. Forcing you to slam back with as much power and force he was using, your hands shook as it gripped the graffiti covered walls. Random phone numbers, numbers to phone hookers, dirty quotes, random names.. Everything, your nails scratched and left white marks all over the old stall walls as you pathetically gripped on.

SQUELCH! PLAP, PLAPPLAPPLAP!

He couldn’t control himself, not even that tiny brain cell in the back of his head screaming at him this was insane and he was fucking some stripper out in public couldn’t keep him back. The door was WIDE open and broken, anyone who would need to use the bathroom would see him fucking you senseless like this was a brothel. Or a sex club, but he couldn’t stop his fat hips pummeling his heavy cock in and out of you. Pulling out all the way and slamming right back in, loving the way you loudly wailed and praised him shamelessly. 

But you still had a problem, yes. His cock was hitting everything, rubbing against your sensitive gooey walls, hitting your secret spots and your g-spot.. Hammering against your pretty little cervix, you still couldn’t come. Not until he did, and you could see his frustration as he realized you weren’t coming. Not even close, you were suction cupped on him like a pocket pussy.. But no knot, and he was getting frustrated and a bit worried he wasn’t pleasuring you. 

‘’Y–You gotta cum first, I can’t–’’ You babbled out attempting to explain, your hand jumped off the wall like it had been shocked as you pointed at your sigil. ‘’J–Jus, ah! Ah! F,focus on coming firrss–!’’ Were you like him in a way? Were you also blessed? He thought your sigil was a tattoo, but the weird feeling in his abdomen told him otherwise. He listened and focused on his pleasure, you thought his pace was rough then? Well he was practically ripping out every organ out of you from your pussy and shoving it back in. 

He had you screaming and pathetically drooling, head lolled forward with the most fucked out expression on your face. Thick saliva dripping from your pouty lips as he watched you be fucked senseless, practically being able to see your braincells being knocked out from your pretty little head. His hand abandoned your thigh and went to your wet chin, cupping your head in his big ol’ palm as he flicked some of the drool off of your bottom lips. Seeing the way the transparent sticky fluid darkened his black rubber gloves, he let out a huff of amusement as he stuffed two thick fingers into your wet mouth. Thumb rubbing your front incisors as he made you suck his fingers, you moaned around them. Sucking pathetically at the rubber like it was another cock to suck, pretty doe eyes fanning up at him. Pleading for him, needing him.

That look alone made him explode in your cunt, a raspy groan and yelp tearing from his tight chest as he fully tensed up. His back arching as his head lolled back, coming deep in your pretty pussy. Adding to the mess with his thick, hot, creamy load. Filing you more than a 25 cent washing machine, bending you back a bit to force you to take allll of it. He came a lot, way too much.. It was oozing out from your leaky folds down your ass and onto the slick lid as you whimpered. Your hand immediately went to your clit and aggressively rubbing even though it was too sensitive! Tears prickled at your eyes as you rolled the swollen nub between your fingers, begging for him to keep going. Your sigil stopped aching, calming your libido down as it finally got fed fresh potent sperm, but you were still as needy as a damn jack rabbit.

‘’D,Don’t stop! PLEASE! D–Don’t s,stoppp..’’ You cried out pathetically, don’t worry baby.. He wasn’t planning on it, he was still as hard as a fucking rock! He kept pounding his swelling cock inside of that creampied pussy, fingers playing in the cum that oozed out of you. Pulling his fingers apart to watch the sticky fluid stretch–’’M’ goonnna–hgh..’’ You screamed out catching his attention, his eyes widened when you finally after all day came so hard you screeched like a banshee. Obscene amounts of slick gushed out of your pussy and you didn’t even try to stop it, actually slapping your clit so hard the nub became red as you splashed it all over yourself and all over the front of his jeans and cock. Spritzing like a stupid never-ending fire hydrant all over his fat cock, and he kept pounding you. Eyes locked onto your pulsing full pussy as you kept making yourself come. Stupid little gasps and ‘ahs!’ escaping that gorgeous throat.

It felt sooo fucking good to finally cum, especially as hard as you did. You finally stopped squirting after three whole minutes. Squirt was all over your thighs, legs, him, and the floor. Making a nasty puddle for the janitor to find later. Mixed in with small leaks of his cum that drooled out, you were limp against the toilet. Panting heavily as he slowly pulled out with a loud pop, tucking himself back in as he observed your pretty hole. All of his cream pie & your slick oozing out as your cunt fluttered like it needed him again..

And it did.

That night he went home with two things, a sacrifice and a wife.

The air between you thickened, charged with energy — something like static, but softer, more intoxicating. He could hear your heartbeat, too steady to be afraid, too calm for someone standing in front of him.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” you said, voice low.

 “I’m not,” he answered — and it was true. That’s what scared him.

“Yes, you are,” you whispered, the corners of your mouth curving slightly, you stepped closer, the space between you humming with energy. “I can smell it,” you said softly, leaning just enough for the faintest breath to reach his neck — not a touch, just awareness.

There was something ancient in the way you observed him, studying the rhythm of his heartbeat, the warmth beneath his skin, the way his light fought to steady itself against your presence.

Superman didn’t move.

 He only watched you, eyes unreadable behind the faint reflection of city lights on his Blue eyes. Whatever you were, he could feel it — a pull, a test, a mirror of everything he tried to suppress.

Superman cleared his throat, adjusting his stance as if reminding himself who he was supposed to be. “Ma’am, it’s not safe for you to be here,” he said gently, voice calm but edged with concern.

You tilted your head, amusement flickering in your eyes. “Safe?” you repeated softly. “You sound like you’re about to escort me out.”

“I should,” he replied, though there was no real conviction in his tone. You smiled at that — small, knowing. “And yet… you haven’t.”

For a moment, silence stretched between you, filled only by the low hum of the city below. You watched him, curious, as if you were trying to see the man beneath the symbol. “I don’t meet many who try to protect me,” you said quietly. “Most only try to run.”

You took a slow step closer, your tone light but edged with something unreadable. “When was the last time poor Superman has been taken care of?” you asked, the words almost playful — almost.

He blinked, surprised by the question more than the way you said it. “I don’t—” he started, but your soft laugh cut through the night air. “Exactly,” you said. “You save everyone, don’t you? But who saves you?”

For a heartbeat, he didn’t have an answer. The mask of calm composure stayed in place, but something in his eyes shifted — a flicker of truth he couldn’t hide fast enough.

You saw it — that momentary vulnerability. You knew exactly what he wanted. What every hero like him wanted. Someone who could handle them. Someone who wasn’t afraid of their power, their strength, their… everything.

You snap your fingers, using your powers to lift him effortlessly off the ground and throw him down on his back. You straddle his hips before he can react, sitting on top of his abs. He stares up at you, shock written all over his handsome face. "Jesus..." He mutters.

You shift your hips slightly, settling more comfortably on top of him. Your hands land on his chest, right over the huge 'S' logo. You lean down, bringing your mouth close to his ear. "Oh save me, Superman," You purr.

Your eyes flash red, a clear sign of your supernatural abilities. You can feel the power coursing through you, and Superman can see it too. His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn't move to stop you as your fingers find the zipper of his suit.

You slowly pull down the zipper, revealing more and more of his sculpted chest. As the fabric parts, you can feel something else pressing against your core. You shift your weight, lifting your hips and adjusting your position until you're face to face with the bulging evidence of his arousal.

It's big.

“Does he need me?” You ask, not to him, but to his cock.

Superman's breath hitches slightly as you ask the question. His eyes darken with desire and need. He doesn't answer with words but instead lets out a low groan as he shifts his hips upwards, pressing his erection more firmly against you.

You waste no time wrapping your lips around the head of his dick, swirling your tongue around it before taking him deeper into your mouth. Superman lets out a loud groan, his hands flying to your head as if to pull you off but instead they tangle in your hair, holding you in place. "Fuck... Oh god…”

Superman's eyes snap open at the feeling of smooth, hard horns under his fingertips. He watches as your wings unfurl behind you, stretching out wide and strong. He can't help but let out a low whistle, his dick twitching in your mouth. "Holy shit…”

You whimper slightly as his fingers trace the length of your horns. "They're sensitive..." you whisper, your breath warm against his dick. Superman's eyes darken with understanding and he slowly starts to touch and squeeze your horns, eliciting soft moans from you.

You pull back from his dick, your lips wet and swollen. The prettiest view he's ever seen.

You look up at him with hooded eyes and a dirty smile. "Dirty boy..." You whisper, before taking him back into your mouth and sucking hard."Mmmph..."  

Superman groans loudly, "Fuck…”

Superman's entire body tenses as he feels his orgasm building. His hips start to thrust lightly into your mouth but suddenly you pull back, releasing him with a pop. He looks down at you, confusion and frustration clear on his face."Don't stop…”

You quickly stand up and pull your skirt off, revealing your bare pussy. You straddle his hips and line up his hard dick with your entrance. Superman grabs your thighs tightly, you just start to lower yourself onto him slowly, "Shit…”

You're so wet that he slid all the way in easily, but he's thick and long - exactly the kind of cock that makes your eyes roll back and your toes curl. You feel completely full, like he's reaching places no other human man ever has. Your walls squeeze him tightly.

You tremble as he fills you completely, his size stretching you perfectly. You moan loudly, "So big... Ahhn!" Your wings shiver behind you. He hits a spot inside you that makes your eyes water. He freezes, "You good?" He asks softly.

You start to move your hips, lifting up and then sliding back down his massive length. The sound of your wet pussy taking his cock fills the rooftop. Your wings flutter behind you with each thrust. He grabs your ass, helping you bounce on him. 

You start riding him faster, using his hands on your ass to lift and slam back down. Your tits bounce with each movement. The wind picks up from your wings, making your hair fly. He's completely trapped under you, unable to do anything but hold your ass and watch you ride him.

You notice that with each powerful lift off him he is getting more tired. Superman starts to breathe heavily as if something is taking his strength away. Suddenly, you see a glowing aura envelop you and realize your powers are increasing.

"Mmm, look at you Superman... So tired already? Can't handle me on top of you?" You grind down hard on him, using your newfound strength. "Is big hero weak now? Can't last long without his suit?" You ride him faster, dirtier. "Cum for me…”

Your dirty words combined with your rough riding make him lose control completely. With a loud roar that echoes through the city, Superman comes hard inside you. His hot seed fills your pussy as his body shakes underneath you. His arms go limp, falling off your ass.

You slide off his cock, a grin on your face as you watch his cum leak out of you. You squeeze your thighs together, making more of it drip down your leg. Superman looks up at you, panting heavily, completely spent. "Fuck…”

"You know what, Superman?" You say with a wicked smile, wiping some of his cum from your thighs. "I actually really liked that. Your big cock, your strength... Even seeing you get tired and come inside me was hot." You start dressing slowly.  "Maybe I'll visit again sometime…”

As you press your lips to his, Superman lets out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering closed. The effort of coming so hard, combined with the exhaustion from your rough riding, causes him to suddenly pass out. His body goes limp beneath you, his hand falling limply to the side.

“You're cute” you murmur tracing his facial features with your fingers and disappearing in the shadows.

Clark wakes up with a start, his body drenched in sweat. He looks around his apartment in Metropolis, trying to remember what happened. 

It can't be… it was only a dream? but if it was only a dream how he's still a little bit weak and why does his cock throbs painfully inside his boxers?

It’s supposed to be routine.

Your usual M.O. that is—you’re supposed to appear in some horny guy’s room, tempt him with whatever fetish he has, then fuck him dry.

It works every. single. time. 

But since meeting up with Leon, things are different.

A lot of the time he doesn’t even give you the time of day. And it leads to where you’re at now: horny and frustrated.

“Do you even know what sex is?” You throw your hands up in exasperation. 

He scoffs, “Of course I do. I just don’t have the time for it. I’m busy.”

Busy.

Busy?

Busy?!

Your temper flares hot and bright, manifesting a sharp zap of light that strikes him on the hand. Startled, he drops his pen, listening as it chatters onto the desk. 

“What?” 

His blue eyes narrow in irritation as they stare at your more demonic form, gaze dragging from the tips of your horns down to your bare feet. 

“You wanna be a brat, hmm?” He spreads his legs and pats his thigh. “C’mon then, keep yourself busy while I finish up this report.”

Growling at him, you stomp over and straddle his leg, grinding your bare cunt against his dark slacks. Your sharp nails dig into his chest and he winces but keeps his mouth shut. 

“Behave,” he grits out, attention going back to the papers strewn in front of him. 

You ease up on your grip, but your tail whips back and forth in your agitation. Rolling your hips down, you sigh out in relief. 

Your mutually beneficial relationship with Leon started a few weeks ago; he stumbled across you, weak as a newborn kitten, and tried to help. Convincing him to take you back to his place took some doing, but you were able to without too much hassle. Working your wiles on him didn’t yield anything, but pressing him until he got pissed off and fucked your brains out did—now, much to his consternation, he’s got himself a little house pet. 

Nipples stiffening, you squish them against his side, grinding your slick cunt across his leg. 

“Leon, please, just fuck me and you can go back to your silly report.”

“Hush,” he bites out, no heat to his words. “You can wait.”

“I don’t wanna,” you pout, hands gripping his shoulders to help leverage your rocking hips. 

He drops a hand down to pinch the fat of your hip and you squeal in pain before humping his thigh faster. 

“Shut up, you’ll get what I give you when I give it to you.”

He bites down on your shoulder, teeth digging deep into the muscle without breaking any skin. Fresh slick gushes from your puffy cunt, soaking his pants and making it easier to glide your pussy up and down his leg. 

“Please, Leon, please, I need it. I’m so hungry, pretty please.”

“Once you finish all over my thigh, I’ll think about plugging that soft fat pussy.”

Mewling, you grind your cunt down on his leg in rough circles, the fabric of his slacks rubbing your clit perfectly.

Your orgasm builds higher and higher with every rock of your hips—suddenly, Leon slaps your ass hard.

The sharp bite of pain pushes you over the precipice. Crying out, your back arches as you undulate against his thigh, pussy clenching around nothing while your climax washes through your body.

Not giving you time to recover, Leon grips your hips and shifts you to sit directly in his lap. Your drippy hole stretches around his cock as he splits you open in one thrust. 

He nodded slowly before standing back to his full overpowering stature. Eyeing you for another moment he let out a soft sigh and shook his head before rounding the couch and taking the spot next to you. He takes up most of the open space and when he spreads his legs out he takes the rest. You flinch when his legs press against your knees. “So.” he rests his arms on the back of the couch, eyes coming to focus back on you. “Followed me home thinkin i was a human man, that it?” he asks.

You nod again but this time added a little ‘mhm’ with it. You couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of panic that was starting to really set in. He was a demon and a much bigger one than you. Even sitting so close to him was almost suffocating. 

Your eyes were so big, so full of fear and glistening from the tears that were beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. “You don’t do that very often do you?” he asks, watching your every move and listening to your racing heartbeat. He knew the answer already, no, you didn't. You were too shy and much too scared. Most other succubus would be trying to use their looks and charm to get around the situation. Some don’t even hesitate to throw themself right at his feet, offering their bodies to use as an apology. But you? Oh no. You were so scared you couldn’t even move. A little doe in the headlights. Perfect little prey.

When you spoke, your voice was so quiet. Ghost figured if he wasn't already giving you his full attention he would have missed your words. “No…only when I have to.” you answer. 

One brow raised at that. “That so?” He eyes you up and down, checking out your body and face. Even though you decided to wear a dress you were still mostly covered. The tight sweater you wore also didn't stop you from shifting in your spot under his heavy gaze however. “y’er grown.” he said with a little gesture to your body. “Yet y’er so timid and easily startled, even ran away when I took a shower.” Ghost recalled. He had to force himself not to laugh out loud when you scurried away from his room.

His intense gaze was hard to keep hold with, instead you drew your eyes down to your lap.

Ghost didn’t particularly like you shying away like that but it interested him, you were peculiar for a succubus. “Little mouse, you shy away so easily. Why is that?” he asks, wanting to know how you got like this.

You spare him a quick glance and a shrug, his scarlet eyes felt so heavy. “Always been this way.” you mumble. 

A gruff laugh fills the air around you. “How's that working? Being so timid and scared has to make it difficult for you? Needing the pleasure of others to feed. Even trying to be with another of your kind.” Ghost speculated. The last part made your tail twitch a little in annoyance. He was right about all of it. It did make it hard for you. Ghost had noticed this tiny movement, it let him know he was reading you like an open booking. You just got more interesting the more you accidentally revealed about yourself. For a long moment it's silent. You didn't know what he was thinking but the longer he didn't say anything the more anxious you were getting.

“What's your name, little mouse?” he asks, breaking the silence.

You hesitate to answer, not sure if making it easier for him to know who you were is a good idea. Not seeing a better option, you settle on complying. “Y/N.'' You tell him.

“You couldn’t be a virgin, right Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped to him and you could see his grin growing from under that mask. Your lips parted to say something but no words came out. Why was he asking you something like that, why did he want to even know. Your tail curled just a bit tighter around you.

“Oh little mouse.” he chuckles. Of course, and you just happened to stumble right onto his doorstep. His cock twitched at your blushing face, this just had to be fate. right?

What you being a virgin meant doesn’t go over his head, not even for a second. Since you were a succubus and a virgin; only feeding when you needed too for necessity then you would be severely touched-starved by now. Ghost was a strong demon, his power unmatched by most and comparable to only a few. A little demon like a succubus could barely withstand being around him for too long without feeling the need to submit to him. He would bet that right now your panties were becoming a mess just by his presence alone. That was probably what led you to him in the first place.

Your whole body felt so hot. He was looking at you like you were some kind of prey. You wanted to run but the dampness in your panties was growing and it was starting to get hard to ignore it. “Why are you disguised as a human, who are you?” you ask, wanting to change the subject from yourself to anything else. 

He didn't answer you right away, he seemed to be thinking about how to answer. “You may call me Ghost.” your eyes widen as soon as his name is revealed. “As for what I'm doing on earth, well that is  none of your business little mouse.” Ghost explained, with eyes of steel and steady tone.

You nod slowly in understanding. Yeah, it really wasn’t. Ghost was a very strong demon, well known, one of the strongest and one of the scariest. If you were scared before you were terrified now. Ghost wasn't even his real name, he was a demon who roamed care free in the shadows.

Ghost let out a soft sigh and relaxed his body a little into the couch, showing you he wasn’t going to pounce on you. “Relax love, ain't gotta be so scared.” even though the sight of your eyes prickling with tears and shaking body made his cock beg to be stuffed in your little virgin pussy. “Not gonna hurt ya, you're just a curious little thing.” he tells you. 

You take a breath and relax your shoulders a bit. Your body felt tight from trying to stay so still. You tilt your head a little to the side in confusion. “About me, but I'm nothing special… I really should just leave.” You hated how weak you sounded, voice uneven and evidently full of fear. 

She shook his head. “I don't think so, I think you'd like to stay.” his eyes were challenging, wanting to see if you deny it, lie and pretend like you're not soaking wet for him. “Right little succubus? You want to stay and see what a real demon can make you feel like. Bet your little untouched pussy is crying for some attention yeah?” 

His words were dirty and they made your face feel like it was on fire. “But… I have no idea.” you tried to explain how truly little experience you had. You only knew the dreams of the few humans you have interacted with. “Why would you want to be with someone like me… I'll only disappoint you.” as you spoke your eyes fell back down and your voice was nothing more than a whisper. You feared that if you let him in like that or anyone else that they become unhappy the moment they realize you lacked experience. 

Ghost didn’t like this, he didn’t like seeing you fall apart about yourself. He knew having you to himself would be everything he’s ever needed. He wanted you and only you, something drew him to you. He just wanted to reach out and pull you against him and keep you there. After a minute of silence he decided the gentle approach wasn’t to his pacing. 

With a grunt he gripped a massive hand around your ankle and dragged your smaller body so your legs draped over one leg. “W-what are you doing?!” 

you let out a quiet yelp when his hand gripped your hip, helping bunch up your dress a little. You drew your knees together to keep him from seeing anything. His hood on you was gentle yet firm enough to keep you in place. “I can smell your arousal little one, you're soaked for me right? Let me help you, let me make you feel good. All you have to do is say please.” he tells you, determined to devour you.

You blinked a few times. He was right, your panties were soaked and your skin tingles where his hand had touched your skin and being this close to him made your head spin. Your lips parted to speak but you didn’t even know what you'd say. Could you really admit to him that you craved him more than anyone you have ever come across. Your body burneing for his touch and the whole new sensation was  becoming so overwhelming. 

Ghost was growing tired of your resistance. You both knew what you needed and he wanted nothing more to give it to you. “Too shy, little mouse.” His voice is dark, a little ominous. He moved so slide your dress further up your thigh. You reached a handout to stop him but hesitated before actually touching his hand. Something about the way he looks at you, his skin on your own; it was something you didn’t even know your body was craving so bad until now. He watched your face as his hand slid between your thighs and pressed his middle finger right against the damp spot on your panties. You shuddered and he chuckled. “Panties are soaked mouse, pussies begging for something to be stuffed inside. Bet your body is just aching to be touched.” his voice seemed to get even gruffer, lower and he leaned closer to your ear. “Say it and I’ll make you feel better love, just gotta say it for me.” he says, hot breath fanning your already warmed neck. He messages his finger into your folds so your panties can collect more of your slick.

For a moment just you gasp and shift a little as he teased your needy cunt, making you wish more and more that your panties were not in the way. You looked at him with big eyes when your lips parted once again to speak, this time you managed enough courage to get a single word out. “Please.” you squeaked the word right when he had pressed down harder against your clit.

By the way his eyes crinkled at the corners you could see that a wide grin had spread across his face. “Good girl.” he said before both of his hands found your hips and adjusted you quickly so your bottom half was on the edge of the couch and you were sitting properly against the back. He gets on his knees in front of you and rests his large hands on your thighs. Your eyes become transfixed on his hands, seeing how much of your thighs they can hold. Pushing your dress up past your hips he practically groans when he can see the mess you’ve been making of yourself. Your arousal filled his senses and made his cock twitch against his tight jeans. When you look at his face his eyes were now only rimmed with red. He hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and yanked them down and you let out a little yelp at the sudden action. Your hands gripped at your dress where it was bunched around your waist. 

Your brows raised when he hooked both arms under your legs and hiked them over his shoulders, Your cunt in full view for him now. Your tail shifted against the couch at your side. “What are you…” your voice gives out at the sight of him raising his mask above his nose. His lower face is bare for you to gaze upon. His eyes locked onto yours as he planted a kiss to one of your knees. Your own eyes kept trailing down to his lips as he peppered the soft skin on your inner thigh. 

“Smell so good, all wet and needy for me.” he mumbles against your skin before giving you a little nip. A hand released your thigh to your pussy so he could glide a finger through your folds. Your lips part with a small gasp when he circles your clit. Ghost kissed and sucked little purple marks on your soft skin while he toyed with your pussy. Then, without saying a word he lowered his head between your thighs and his tongue swiped up your dripping heat. The sweetest moan Ghost thinks he’s ever heard graced his ears. His thumb rubbed circles onto your clit while his tongue licked up your arousal. 

He couldn't suppress the groan when you whimpered and gripped his forearm. “Ghost, that feels… mmm feel so good.” you say with a sigh. His tongue was teasing your entrance, swirling around and pushing in just a little. 

He pulls his face back and rests his head against your leg. He focuses on your face when he abandons your clit and strokes his finger over your little hole. Your eyes were getting droopy and the blush painting your cheeks. “Just the beginning little one.” he chuckles and pushes a finger into you. 

Your eyes fluttered as he sank into you. Just one finger felt like such a stretch for your little hole. You knew you didn’t have to worry that much. Since you weren't a human it, but rather a succubus who wasn't a sexual creature by nature your body was meant for this to some degree even as a virgin. He pumped into you a few times, admiring the way your eyes fluttered the more pleasure you started to feel. You gasped between sweet moans that fell from your lips when he added a second finger. 

“Doing so good.” his voice was still deep but the edge to it had softened. He seemed so scary moments ago but when he's between your legs and looking at you with lust blown pupils. Even though his body still dwarfed your own it was comforting being wrapped around him while his fingers worked at stretching you out. 

When he found the spot that had your back arching he curled his fingers. Your eyes felt like they crossed and your toes curled. “Oh… Gho-ost, please.” you mewl his name. It felt like your stomach was twisting and tightening. Nothing like you’d have felt before, it was so much more intense now. Just as you were letting yourself fall into bliss it was ripped right from your when he pulled his fingers from your core. “W-wait.” you stuttered and blinked your eyes a few times to bring back your focus. A small pout forms on your lips.

You looked at Ghost who was smirking at you. “Sorry love, I promise you’ll cum just not yet. So sensitive I can't help but want to play with you.” he tells you. His hand rubs your thighs softly to help you calm down. 

He brings his fingers with you slick to his lips and takes one long swipe up his fingers. He groans and waste no time finding your clit with his lips and sucking softly on the bundle of nerves. At first he was just teasing, slow and gentle, only licking and sucking your clit. He was getting you all worked up until your arousal was dripping onto the couch. Your chest heaved and your head lulled back against the couch as you watched him. While he gripped and held one thigh still on his shoulder, the other that had been resting on your waist tightened a little, making sure your hips can't wiggle around. He sucked your clit into his mouth much harsher than he has before and your hips bucked against his arms. You can't help the loud moans that escape you. He let your clit go so he could slip his tongue into your fluttering pussy. His eyes were practically closed as he took you in. the way your body reacted to him, was so wet and needy for his touch was pushing him farther into a state of pure need and desire. 

He lapped at your pussy and slid his tongue along your gummy walls. His arm held you still the more your body began to wiggle and shake. “Ghost! Please… please it feels so good.” you ramble out. Your eyes were fluttering shut and that same intense knot was swelling in your stomach again. 

Ghost relished at the sound of his name falling from your pouty lips. So desperate and good asking him to make you cum. He wanted to watch you cum, he really did but wanted your first time cumming like this to be on his cock. So he pulls away, leaving your dripping cunt pulsing and fluttering around nothing and calling him by the right name. The moment he tasted you, heard you whimper and moan for him he knew you were his. He wanted to claim you and you him in every way he could and your pussy cumming on his cock for the first time is just how he wanted to start.

“Noo… please.” your voice was broken as you begged, nail digging into his forearm without noticing. 

When he looked at you his eyes showed a hit of remorse for leaving you to suffer again. But your disheveled shelf sweater falling from your shoulders and tail twitching at your side. “M’sorry little mouse.” he said it with such a tender voice you wanted to believe him but the ache between your thighs was unbearable. 

“Why… hurts Gho-”

“Simon.” He says, cutting you off.

Your head tilts a little in confusion. “S…Simon?” 

He nods and lowers your legs from his shoulders. He raises a hand to your face, capturing your chin between two strong fingers and guiding you forward. Your face to face with him, his lips only a beat away from yours. “Thats my name, since you’ll be crying it every time i fuck you.” he tells you, voice growing darker again. 

Your eyes widen at the intention behind his words. “Every time?” your voice was so small, you didn't want to sound hopeful.

He nods again and gives you a small soft smile, his hand cradles your cheek and strokes it gently with his thumb. “Sweet little thing, you're all mine.” he leaned in and practically slammed his lips onto yours. 

They were rough and the kiss was firm, his hands moved to your sweater, pushing the sleeves down your arms. He nipped at your bottom lip so you'd part them and with the opening he claimed your mouth with his tongue. Your head felt light and fuzzy, arms reach out for him and find his shoulders. When your hold on him tightens and you start gasping for air is when he finally pulls back. 

He bunched the end of your dress in his hands. “Arms up.” He says. You follow his instruction and lift your arms up lazily, like your limbs were just a little too heavy for you, you were already so lost to him. He lifts the fabric over your body and tosses it to the side. He looked at your bare chest with a crooked smile, delighted he didn’t have to waste time taking some useless bra off to see your perfect tits. With just his fingertips he trailed them along your lower abdomen, looking at the clear skin above your sex, your body shivered at his touch. “Gunna fuck that pretty little mark onto your body.” he growls before quickly grabbing your thigh once again and hoisting you up with him. 

You yelped when your naked body was pressed against his fully clothed one. Your body is now buzzing in anticipation, with the promise of getting your mark you were more than ready. He walks you to his room before doping you on the black sheet of his bed. Your chest bounced on impact and it caused you to wrap your arms around yourself. You felt so much more exposed with the way he towered over you, looking at your body with hunger in his eyes. 

Your eyes trailed down to see his erection and he was clearly big. Your eyes widened just a little but you really tried to keep calm, you would be fine, you told yourself. Ghost chuckles and your eyes snap back up to him. His hands hook into the waistband of his sweats and pull them past his hips. Once he was free you took another peak. He was big, that was obvious. Long and thick veins ran thick from his shaft. You swear your mouth was watering, the thought of him stretching you on his big cock had your head spinning. He was so big you knew it would still hurt, at least at first but pleasure would be what follows soon after. 

Kicking his pants aside he stocks over your body onto the bed, caging you in with his arms. He leans down to connect your lips again but this time doesn’t waste any time in claiming your mouth. At the same time he's pushing your legs apart with his and pushing the head of his cock through your slick folds. He pulls away for air while he grinds his cock against your heat.

Your body was aching, your fingers grip the sheets next to your body. You want nothing more than for him to finally stuff his cock inside you. “Please… hurt, need it please.” you beg, you breathe uneven and shaky. Your tail rests along your leg, wanting to curl around something. 

Ghost dipped his head lower and nipped at your neck softly. “Ask me correctly, Love.” He tells you. He wraps a lard hand around one breast and messages the smooth skin. Your nipples harden under his calloused hand. “Tell me who you want to fuck you little Mouse.” he rasps against you skin. He starts sucking and biting while his fingers start pinching and pulling your nipple before moving to the other. 

Your body was so sensitive you had to force your brain to work through the fog of pleasure he was causing. “You, Simon ple-eas I need you.” you plead, as tears start to prick the corners of your eyes. You needed some release and fast. 

Ghost’s cock twitches against your cunt then sits up enough to look you in the eyes. He smiles and strokes your cheek with his thumb, again trying to sooth you a little. “Alright, see there we are Love. M’gunna make you feel really good.” He practically coos at you. You nod a little frantically, not wanting to wait any longer. With a grunt he pulled your hips closer and abruptly slung your legs over his biceps. He pressed the tip of his cock on you pulsing heat, right at your tight little hole. Slowly he pushed the tip in, watching it pop in before starting a brutally slow pace at sinking into you.

Your brown knit together and your lips part but no sound comes out. You were too focused on breathing as his cock filled your pussy. “Big.. Simon, so big.” your speech was stained as he finally bottomed out. The tears at the corners of your eyes finally released and slid down your face.

Ghost leans down and licks one of the tears, your wince a little at the sudden action. “Pretty girl, crying over my big cock. Pussies squeezing me so tight and gushing around me.” he teases. “Gonna make you cum on my cock everyday love, make sure this little pussy knows who it belongs to.” He groans and starts pulling his hips back. You gasp and whine when you're left with only the tip. Gripping your hips he sank back in and started a slow rhythm, letting you get used to his cock.

Your tail instinctively inched closer to his arm and coiled around it loosely, just enough to feel a little more connected to him. You could feel every little movement and vein on his cock as it dragged against your walls. It felt good but you wanted to feel like it had earlier, when he denied you your orgasm. You wanted to cum, your body still aches from you loses. “Simon, please I want more.” you told him, eyes half lidded and swollen lips forming a small pout. 

His hips still for a moment, you were captivating like this. Under his mercy, dripping and begging for him “Such a good girl, asking so sweetly. Tell me what you want, what do you need me to do for you.” He urges.

You take a moment to formulate your thoughts. You wanted everything he could offer. While his cock rocked slowly into you it was his lips parting in a soft grunt that sparked a need in your head. “Face, I want to see…” you trailed off and your eyes shifted away from him. You were unsure if it would be okay to ask, you didn't want to upset him.

Seeing the hesitation ghost snapped his hips into you a little rougher, getting your attention. “You can say it little one, whatever you want.” Ghost had quickly come to term with the enjoyment he gets from hearing you confess to him. Your delicate little voice asking and begging him to help you. 

With a deep breath and shaky breath you nod. “Can I please see you?” you ask.

A wicked smile spreads across his face. He stills his cock, making sure to keep you nice and full of him before releasing your hips and making your tail let go of his arm. He tangled your hands together in one hand and held them above your head. “Wanna see the big scary demon huh?” he quips with a chuckle. The only response he got from you was your walls clenching unbelievably tight around him and a desperate broken whine. “Alright, needy little thing. You may see my horns.” he growls. With his free hand he hooks a thumb under the bottom and pulls it over his face. What little hair he had fell out, damp with sweat. You felt his body pulse around you and hot cock twitch inside, then a moment later horns were merging from his head. Big and curved back. His eyes were glowing, the only light in the room coming from the moon outside. 

Your eyes scanned over his features, momentarily becoming dazed at the sight of such a demon before you. “Beautiful.” your voice barely a whisper. 

Ghost chuckles and rolls his hips, bringing you back to reality. “Beautiful huh?” he repeats your words, a little surprised at your choice of complement. “Now for what I want, yeah?” he says with a grin. He begins a steady pace with his hips. He held your hands in place and focused back on your chest. Pinching and massaging your breasts while he started to move faster, snapping his hips a little rougher. “Need to make you cum love, need to see that pretty little mark form.” he tells you.

You wrapped your legs around his thigh and your tail followed, urging him to go deeper. You turned into a moaning whimpering mess under him, you knew he was holding back, still being gentle with you by the strained look on his brows. You were grateful for it, you would gladly take whatever he had for you but for tonight, tonight you needed it like this. 

He smiled at your fucked out face, fulling drunk on his cock. His cock throbbed against your walls, so tight and pulling him back in every time he pulled out. He released your hands and leaned back so he could watch your body move every time he pounded into you. “Taking me so well, so fucking tight.” he huffed. 

The pleasure was growing again, that intense feeling starting to build up and up. “Si-” you choked out. 

He watched you, felt your legs twitch against him. He knew what you wanted to say, could feel it. He dragged a hand down to where your bodies connected and started slowly circling your clit. His thumb sends waves of pleasure through your body and makes your back arch into his touch. 

“Please, Si… please I want to cum.” you practically sob, remember how it felt when he denied you earlier. “Please can I, can I c-um Si please!” you beg, desperate for your release.

Ghost looked at you with soft eyes and a mock frown. “Oh Babygirl, of course you can.” he tells you, voice gentle and calm. “Cum for me love, cum all over my cock.” he encourages you, pushing you closer to the edge with every thrust and harsh swirl to your clit. 

Finally, you could feel it, your orgasm crashing into you, sending you to a fuzzy blotchy world. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before closing, strangled whiny moans fall from your lips without hesitation. “Si-Simon! Mmm… good, so ohh.” Your pussy clamps down impossibly tight around his length, causing him to still his hips and cock inside you. Your stomach starts to burn with more and more pleasure, feeling like your orgasm is never going to end.

While your eyes are closed and you're lost in the intense feeling, Ghost is watching you intensely, watching you fall apart until your lower abdomen starts to glow red. He felt it burn under his fingertips while he continued to abuse your swollen clit, he pushed down a little, feeling the tip of his cock bulging, the pressure on your newly forming mark making your cry out and trash a little under him. “That's it, doing so good for me little one. Cumming so pretty like this on my cock.” Your pussy gushes around him, slick dripping and making a mess under you.

The feeling became so intense that blotches of black blobs started to fill your vision. You couldn't hear anything, but you could feel a warmth on your cheek. You blinked a few times; your eyes must have been closed because your sight was starting to come back. “Simon…” you mumble when his face becomes clearer. 

He chuckles softly and pushes some hair from your face. “There you are, lost ya for a second.” he says. You can still feel his cock, keeping your pussy nice and full. 

You give him a weak smile while you catch your breath. “That was… I’ve never.” You couldn't find the words.

His hand ghosts over the new mark above your sex. His hips started to move again, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to fuck you now, fuck you until he empties himself deep in your cunt. “Getting your mark always makes it more intense, burned with pure pleasure.” He notes. You nod. You knew that, you just didn’t know it would be that strong and overwhelming. He didn't take more than a minute to focus back on plunging his cock as deep as possible into your dribbling core. “Need you to cum again for me Love.” He tells you, now gripping your hip with one hand and holding himself above you with the other. He slammed into you, much harsher than before. “Need to fill your pretty little pussy up, need you take my cum.” he growled. 

You nod, feeling the pleasure already building. “Yes, wanna cum again Si, please.” his lewd words and brutal pace was enough to have you right on the edge again. The lingering sensitivity of your mark makes it so easy for him to rip loud desperate moans from you. The sound of his cock slamming into you and your flick hole fills the room. “Wanna feel you inside Si, want you c-um.” you moan.

Ghost leans down Locke's your lips together, needing to taste you. Your arms came to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer. He ate every moan and whimper you let out. When your pussy pulsed and calmed down around him, he couldn't suppress the deep guttural groan he made. He pulls back a fraction for air, his hips snap harder into you. 

“Fuck, gonna flood your cunt with my cum. M’so close.” he groans and huffs as he fucks into you. something primal growing in him as your pussy squeezes his cock, never letting him pull out too much. 

Your walls clamp down and your legs shake uncontrollably around him. “Ohh, ohh! Si~” you moan. Keeping your eyes locked on him was hard when the pleasure threatened to force them closed. Your orgasm came without warning, you let out a shaky high-pitched moan and clung to him for dear life. 

Ghost’s was so close, your pussy trying so hard to milk his cock. “Just like that, fuck… pussies clinging to my cock.” he says through gritted teeth. With a few harsh truths he was painting your walls with his thick cum. He pressed into you, making sure to empty him deep. “Oh fuck, taking all of me so fucking well.” he praises, eyes lidded and brow sheened with sweat. His hips finally stilled with his cock still buried deep. His cum leaked out around him, dripping down and onto the sheets. 

He leaned back and admired the mess you both made of his sheets. Your hair was a mess and your face was flushed. He rubbed your thighs, legs no longer wrapped around him but now laying slack at his sides. He looked at your mark, the pretty heart and that adorned your skin. He grazed his fingers over it and smiled when you twitched at his touch. Still so sensitive. 

“Thank you.” your voice was so soft. Your eyes were half lidded and threatening to close on you. A small content smile on your lips. 

He shook his head. “No need to thank me, Love. not yet anyways.” he grinned teasingly. “You did just hand yourself over to one of the most powerful demons in all of hell ya know.” he informs you again. 

You wanted to giggle at that but the sound died in your throat when he started to pull out. “Si-Simon wait, please.” you asked hastily. He stopped and raised a brow, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips. “Too much, go slow… please.” you plead. 

Ghost held back his laughter with a sigh. “How about we do this.” he offers and slips back in, even though it was now soft it still felt like it took up all the room in your pussy. He gripped your thighs and raised you onto his lap. “Why don't we take a bath and make sure your pussy is completely satisfied.” the look on of pure needy and desire in your eyes was all he needed. 

Caitlyn doesn’t do subtlety, not when it comes to the things she really wants, not when it comes to you. She’d known where you had been, what you had been doing, the moment she inhales your scent — she can taste it as if it were her that had fed and it makes her fangs drop, drool gathering in her mouth as she almost goes drowsy.

Interspecies relationships can work, sometimes they aren’t compatible and other times… They’re more beneficial than either party could have ever thought, especially when your own blood sang so sweetly to her, addictive in a way the vampire had never thought quite possible.

You’ve got her sprawled out beneath you, pale skin beneath you as you straddle her with a predatory grin, her hips needily trying to grind against you. “You’re being cruel” The whiny lilt in her voice, the breathiness, causes a grin to curl at your lips as you look down at her.

“You’re being a beggar” You murmur, your saccharine laugh falling softly from your lips at how desperate and ruined she looks already.

Her head juts up, trying to kiss you or bite you she’s not quite sure but a whimper she’s not even embarrassed by at this point falls past her pale lips. “If you want begging, I can do that. You know how I feel about your blood, how I desire it—” Long fingers curl around your waist, holding you harsh enough in desperation you may break if you were human, as she hisses around her fangs feeling you grind against her.

“You were saying?” Eyes flaring that ghostly white pale, your mates arousal invigorating you and while you don’t necessarily have to feed from her, just a taste of how needy she is has your eyes rolling back a little.

“Please let me taste you, let me get drunk off of the taste of your blood— Please, I’ll do anything; I’ll get on my knees for you, sweetheart, let you drain me back, just a taste if anything” And she would, she meant it when she said she would beg, that she would do anything for even a mere taste than a drink — a succubus’ blood, particularly after feeding from a victims’ soul, was like an aphrodisiac and a drug all rolled into one, and even without that added benefit your blood had sang to her from the moment she had first come across you.

“Please, please let me— please sweetheart, you know I’ll do anything, you can use me, use me to make yourself feel good, I’ll let you do that— use me like your own personal sex doll, a toy, anything— just—”

She could easily try and overpower you, roll the two of you over so she was the one pinning you down and just take it, pierce your skin and feed with reckless abandon but she doesn’t; Instead she allows you to tease her more, urging more whimpering and begging from the vampires lips until you’ve had your fill. She knows you’ll give in, knows you enjoy the feeling of her fangs piercing into your flesh, of your blood spilling into her mouth, just as much as Caitlyn likes to drink your blood.

“Oh, poor thing. You really do want it, don’t you?” If it weren’t for your soaked pussy rolling in soft circles against her groin, you would have dragged this out longer but instead you’re offering up your throat to her as you lean down, hearing the hitch in Caitlyn’s breath when she realises she’s finally getting what she wants, feel the coolness of her undead breath.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you” The words are barely out of her mouth before she opens her mouth wide, her pearly white fangs sharp and grazing against your skin before she bites down, closing her lips around your skin. Caitlyn’s eyes are a crimson red, darkening as she feeds, the sweet taste of your blood rolling past her tongue.

Lazily your head falls to the side, a satiated sigh as you take in the mixed pain and pleasure of her drinking greedily from you falling past your lips. “Baby, you’re going to ruin me” You say it so gently, more exhaling the words than really speaking them — feeling the way your arousal leaks, your panties flush against your pussy from your place above her and every little jerk of your hips derives a delicious friction against her body.

But Caitlyn almost wants to say the same thing, the familiar sensation washing over her almost as soon as she’s swallowed a mouthful of your ichor. Her skin almost feels as though it warms, sensitive and every little brush against her body has her moaning against your throat. Her cunt was slick at the thought of this, the anticipation of it all but the actual thing? 

She aches, needs to feel you skin to skin, the frenzy of desire as you both use each other until you’re cumming over and over. She needs you to fill her up, your fingers deep inside of her stretching her wide and pressing against that gummy spot deep inside that has her seeing stars, has her tightening around your digits until they’re coated with her.

Every swallow has her moaning, the vibrations against your throat causing a similar reaction from yourself. It’s only when her head feels fuzzy, dizzy with desire that she pulls back with crimson stained lips, your own mouth tilting down to catch her in a lazy kiss. It’s messy, blood and spit passed as you let her lick into your mouth; it’s not the first time you’ve tasted your own blood on her lips, but you still don’t understand her fascination with it. You don’t get the same sensation she does, the lust, the fuzziness, but you decide you like the taste of yourself on her tongue just as well.