The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14 - Sex Stories

The Succubae Seduction: Chapters 10-14

... I unzip my pants and pull out my own member. Despite the atmosphere in here, I’m already hard as I begin stroking my length. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she demands, heat in her voice. “Did you want to watch me play with myself, while you stroke yourself? Do you like humiliating little fairies like this?” Despite her words, I notice her hand picking up speed, and her eyes dropping to my man-meat occasionally. “Maybe if I spread myself wide for you, it will help with your perverted nature, and we can end this sooner.” She matches words to actions, and I watch as she uses two fingers to spread her lips, showing me the delicate canal inside. Despite her behavior, I can easily see that she’s wet and enjoying herself. I only grunt in response, not wanting to take my eyes off her. “Not enough?” she demands, and though it sounds like she’s angry, I can see a smile in her eyes. “Maybe I need to expose my chest to you as well.” She’s able to slip the strap of her dress off her left shoulder, but with her hand still stuck to the light, she leaves the other strap up. It’s enough to bare one breast, though, and I watch, enjoying the way she twiddles her fingers around her already stiff nipple. I pick up the pace on my own member, moaning softly to let her know that I’m getting close. Is it just me, or is this hallway getting brighter? “Still not enough?” she asks, but ruins it with a slight moan. “I guess I’m going to have to get really depraved.” Leaving her breast exposed, she ...

... returns her hand to her pussy, using her pointer finger and pinky to spread her labia, she drives her middle two fingers inter her noticeably dripping snatch. Her eyes close slightly as her head drops back, and she furiously moves her fingers in and out. She can’t deny she’s enjoying this anymore, as moan after moan escapes her, and when the energy from her orgasm starts to wash over me, I finally reach my own climax. Hoping it will help, I aim my first shot at her, and it almost knocks her over as it blasts into her chest. Her head snaps up as my second string arcs its way to her, and quicker than my eyes can follow, she grips her small sword, and swings it at her right arm. Her scream is barely muffled, as the sharp blade rips through her flesh. She gets her stump up in time to catch the third volley on it, grunting again at the force of the impact. To my orgasm-fuzzed surprise, she even begins to scoop up my spunk and shovels it into her mouth. Finally spent, I place my left hand on the table to keep my balance, and new worry starts to fill me, as I notice a number of objects in the room start to dim, including the sword. It had gotten brighter in here, I realize, worried about what it all might mean. Did those objects react to my ability, or just to our actions? My worry over that is short lived however, as another is presented to me, in the form of a very sharp blade pointed at my nose. Pointed may be too soft of a term. In truth, I can feel the blade pricking me sharply. ...