Succubus and Incubus - Sex Stories

Succubus and Incubus

... hungry eyes. I slid my fingers along the inside of her thighs, parting them, Krystyna moving her knee aside and taking some delight in watching my eyes burrow into her dimly revealed folds. My thumb found no chilly lake water there, just buttercream warmth, the sensation making my own sex pulse.. Krystyna moved her hand slowly and I slid my thumb deep into her. The glorious simplicity of pleasuring whilst being pleasured laying us flat out on the warm rock beside each other, head to toe, making love to each other’s eager fingers. My crisis welled within me, Krystyna’s warm hollow suckled at my thumb, our cries poised to overflow our lungs; a shooting star arced across the sky… And smashed on top of us. It looked like a woman, naked and sparking with the dust of stars, an angel with serpentine hair. A screech from its lungs like a striking cat. All this we took in from a glimpse, as with impossible strength and speed it pinned us flat, prostrate on us. It rammed a monstrous vulva to my mouth and pushed aside my hand to curl a flickering, snake-tongue deep into my lover’s sex. Krys screamed. Fear, but also ecstasy, as terror combined with an insane climax to overwhelm her. Our tormenter’s hips shoved at my face, liquids trickling down my throat, as she drank Krystyna’s arousal. And fed it to me. I became aware of a rising pulse against my lips. I grabbed at Krystyna’s hand and felt the throb in that too. We moaned in step with it, our hearts entangled by the dark delirium of ...

... feeding. The creature, this succubus , whirled around above us, smothering poor Krystyna’s cries with its sex. Its tongue coiled around my manhood, and pulled me into a blood hot mouth. Pain and pleasure fused, reacted, and exploded. It fed, then, from me. Krystyna syncopated whimpers and gasps as she drank too, and I am ashamed to say I screwed shut my eyes, and sighed. In bliss. Then it was gone. I leapt up, shuddering in panic, scanning Krystyna for harm but there were no visible wounds on her or me. Her eyes were closed and she was panting in alarming, animal breaths. I wanted to scream but could not. Then she burst as if from underwater, or being born, and opened her eyes. “Your face!” she said, her own irises now diamond, glittering and crystalline. And it was daylight, or bright as, the moon illuminating more colours than any summer’s day. Our skins rippled with light. The thump of our hearts a deep bassy foreground to the pulse and flutter of every creature around us. And Krystyna’s scent, once subtle and beguiling, had now become my lifeline. # I wait outside the hotel room, but my senses are so heightened I may as well be standing over Krystyna and the handsome man. I may as well be watching his rapture as Krystyna hardens his naked penis ready to feed, like a junkie bringing up a vein. But it is the pleasure in her noises that eviscerates me. I know them so well, and she can’t help it. The desire is in our nature, sex and feeding become one. She is purring, mewling. ...