The Succubus - Sex Stories

The Succubus

... thought.

Karissa had wanted a large family. However, her husband's age meant that Isidore was the lone egg in Karissa's nest. Like any mother, she was concerned about the well-being of that egg.

Isidore could hardly see his hand in front of him now; the moon had risen, but the light barely made it through the trees. However, he instinctively knew that he was heading toward the villa.

At 45 years old, Karissa was not a classical beauty. Her nose was larger, her mouth wider, her lips thicker and her eyes set farther apart.

However, Nature had bestowed upon her an insatiable libido, a voluptuous figure, and generously sized breasts that commanded attention from men and women. She exuded a magnetic charm that captivated those around her. Societal norms did not define Karissa's beauty, but her sensuality did.

Her husband John knew this. They'd married just after Karissa left the university to work at the company where John was a manager. Rather than love at first sight, it had been lust at first sight; they couldn't get enough of each other, constantly fucking.

They explored partner swapping and swinging. Their sensuality knew no limits; they shared cocks and pussies in their hedonistic explorations.

However, with John 15 years Karissa's senior, The frequency of their sex sessions decreased.

John's diminishing libido became apparent to him and Karissa five years ago, casting a shadow over their once vibrant sexual relationship. While John grappled with the ...

... changes in his desire, Karissa longed for the intimacy they once shared.

To satisfy her needs, Karissa turned to masturbation to find release and connection. She discreetly kept a collection of dildos hidden throughout their home, providing herself with a physical outlet for pleasure as John's desire waned. Though it was not the same as her passionate connection with her husband, it helped ease her need.

Karissa went from the kitchen down the hall into the small living room. Despite her inlaws referring to it as a cabin, the villa was anything but rustic. It was a luxurious retreat with an indoor swimming pool, sauna, and games room. Usually, her inlaws leased it out to groups, but it was the off-season, and John had managed to secure it for free.

The claw marks from the demon had mostly healed when Isidore reached the villa's door. He opened it and entered the kitchen.

Karissa entered the lounge, where John lay asleep on the couch with the television on. It had been a long day with the drive up here, and John wasn't a young man anymore.

"Isidore! Oh! What happened to you," his mother exclaimed as she entered the kitchen.

Her son was leaning against the kitchen door, with dried blood from the scratches on his neck, chest, and hand. The rapidly healing wounds were a testament to the intensity of the sex with the succubus..

"I.....I..was..was attacked, Mom, something attacked me." Isidore stammered.

"Oh! You poor baby." Karissa said as she stepped over ...