Succubus and Incubus - Sex Stories

Succubus and Incubus

... Excited. For these few moments, she is in love with this man, and his pleasure is literally, hers. She has him please her with tongue and cock, to arouse him fully. Now she sucks him, he is muttering, “Oh, oh, oh.” Blocking my ears, shutting my eyes, will make no difference. Our connection is deeper than senses. I tremble. My cramps come. My cock hardens. I make fists until fingernails cut my palms. They must stop. I must feed. She works him quickly, now, salivating for her meal but also sensing my pain. He roars and she squeals, and I grunt as if stabbed. His climax is her climax. The terrible syncopated gasps as she feeds, followed by the headrush of laughter she can never contain. I collapse to my knees and the door swings open. Krystyna runs out, shining. She presses wet lips to mine and I taste her lover and feel the echoes of his quickened heartbeat in her mouth. It gives me the energy to stand, at least. “Come, my love,” she blusters, squeezing my hand, hers feverishly hot. “Let’s find you a woman.” Then, she turns away, so we cannot see each other’s tears.