Succubus and Incubus - Sex Stories

Succubus and Incubus

... to mine, and our breath settled into step as easily as the dancing around us. Soon revellers took to bunks, or the woods, and we were alone, watching the fire dim. “You swim?” she said. This was the first thing the love of my life – of several lives – said to me. Before retiring, Krys would always take the waters of the lake, to cool and clean off the day’s hot toil. She led me, then, to her secret spot without even waiting for an answer. This was a place the locals avoided, and advised us to avoid as well. Krys thought superstitions were for children. As we stood by the lake, a wicked scythe of a moon dancing over the inky surface, she turned and lifted her face. Her eyes swelled over me, I pressed my mouth to her lips as if diving onto the softest clouds. Our kiss was only broken by the need to remove each other’s clothes, plunging into layer after layer and shedding, all but shredding, to our pink cores. Krystyna took my hand and led me into the water, not even the cold sliver of moon could cool the vibrancy in the form of her. Strong and soft, slim and curved, my eyes swam over her nakedness well before we were in the water. If I could die, I would take the vision of her round globes, reflected in the rising plane of blackly silvered water, to my grave. She lifted one side of her lips, in that hot half-smile of hers, as she took in the swollen eagerness between my legs. Our toes squelched in the silky mud and cold water re-vitalised our hot, aching bodies. It stiffened ...

... our nipples and the chill made our tongues hot together, as they performed their own slippery embrace alongside our sighs of longing. She wrapped her legs around my waist, growing hungry in her movements and lifting, rubbing herself on my stomach and chest. I took her rump in my hands and groaned in pleasure as I squeezed it, pulling her down onto my rigid staff, and causing her kiss to quake in mouth. She held my face, sucked at my kiss and at my thrust, enveloping me completely in her deepest, wettest heat. The ebb and flow of the water carried her up and down on me inexorably as she peaked in my arms, her breath gasping at my neck, and stifling cries of bliss in pressed kisses there. I believe this is how we summoned the creature. Krystyna, joyous after her climax, impishly swooped off into the water, forcing me to chase her for my own release. I swam after her, laughter making me cough and splutter, while my priapism made do with the cooling flow around it in lieu of my lover’s attention. She knew these waters well, and we soon came to a flat table of rock in the middle of the lake. She flipped up onto it with ease, lying like a siren while I struggled up too and sat beside her. Her body stretched out below me in the warm summer moonlight, glistening with droplets of water. The hair of her sex laid flat by our swim, it made her mound stand as pert as her breasts. She smiled again at my proud totem and sat up, taking it in her warm hand, unsheathing the head to curious, ...