The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... Isidore screamed.

Despite being shocked that he was fucking a demon, he plunged into her creaming hole without stopping.

The convulsions of her pussy were so strong that they forced him to cum harder than he had ever cum before. A geyser of his potent seed erupted from his cock and filled her womb.

"Yes, fill me up! Make my pussy overflow with your seed."

Isidore's memory blurred as he lost track of time during their passionate encounters. They seamlessly transitioned between positions, exploring every pleasurable angle. She took control, straddling him with a seductive grace before they shifted into a deep, intimate missionary position. Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, their connection intensifying with each thrust. Finally, she knelt before him, her tail wrapping around him, teasing his anus as he took her from behind in a powerful, primal embrace.

In that moment, time ceased to exist, and their desires became the sole focus of their universe. Her prehensile tail penetrated his starfish, sending spasms of lust coursing through his body. As he fucked her doggie style, she fucked his ass with her tail.

The duel sensations of his dick in her spasming pussy and her tail in his ass was too much for Isidore. He exploded repeatedly, flooding her womb with his life-giving seed.

Later, the chill of the evening air seeped into his bones awakened him. Blinking away his drowsiness, he surveyed his surroundings, only to be met with the sight of the dying ...

... embers of the fire he had shared with her. Then, the memory of her last words resurfaced, like whispers carried away by the mist.

"My mate, you have done well. You shall have your fondest desire, your mother."

Isidore looked at his watch; it was a little after 9.00 p.m. He had been gone for several hours. His parents would wonder where he was, especially his overprotective mother, Karissa.

He dressed quickly and rushed through the jungle unerringly toward the villa. He was unmindful of the healing claw marks on his body.

Chapter 02

Karissa glanced up at the clock, noting that it was past 9:00 p.m. and her son hadn't returned from his exploration of the island. The boxes had been unpacked, their contents neatly stowed away. The food they had brought for their stay had been carefully stored in the kitchen.

Worry flickered within her, a mother's instinct urging her to go out and search for him. But she paused, taking a deep breath, reminding herself that her son was a confident young man at 18. Isidore was no longer a child who needed constant supervision.

Karissa, Isidore, and her husband, John, were alone in the villa on the island. They decided to spend time together as a family. The vacation would serve a dual purpose. It was the last time they would vacation as a family since Isidore would leave for college in the Fall. It was also the last chance for her to try to rekindle the lost spark in her marriage.

What if something had happened to him, she ...