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Succubus

... Sometimes I enjoy the taste of something slightly bitter." The words rolled off her tongue smoothly, a gentle purr almost slightly suggestive, but I couldn't be sure. The mere thought of what she might mean made me shiver, but I tried to retain my calm, taking the time as I fixed the drink to breathe deeply. That almost made it worse, I could smell her sweet scent from over here. I returned to her, handing her the Sour with a smile. In my other hand was a Sour for me. We clinked our glasses in a small toast, and each slugged back a swallow. She smiled at me over the glass, and took another sip; slower. I watched in fascination as her tongue slid out between her lips, caressing an ice cube before dragging it between her lips and swallowing it. I nearly dropped my glass, and hastily set it down on a nearby table. Lily leaned back against the couch, her legs crossed, one bared by the slit in her dress. "Is something wrong? Is there anything I can do?" I could tell she was amused, but I didn't really care. I couldn't think clearly, all I could see, smell, hear was her; and I wanted to feel and taste her so badly. Her soft, seductive voice spoke up again. "Just ask. You'd be surprised what I'll do for you. But you have to ask. Nicely." A dominatrix. The thought rang through my mind. But to have her, would be worth almost anything. The words came out with surprising ease, "Please, I want to make love to you." She shook her head at me, smiling. "I don't make love. I take. I ...

... conquer. I'll even fuck, but I don't make love." Those deep blue eyes challenged me, lured me. I felt like I was sinking into them. I said the only words I could say. "Please, take me." The smile that crossed her face could only be described as hunger. She stepped up to me, placing one hand on my shoulder, pushing down with the lightest of pressure. Feeling helpless, I sank to my knees before her. She lifted one leg over my shoulder, the slit in her dress falling open far enough that I could see for sure that she wore nothing else underneath. She pressed forward, hard enough that I had to lean back on my arms or fall. I could smell the moist sweetness of her pussy, so temptingly close I had to kiss those soft, pink nether lips. A purr rumbled through her body as she began to grind against me. Thirsty for the taste of her, my lips and tongue caressed and teased her clit before slowly sliding open the petals to her moist womanhood. My tongue caressed the inner edge of those lips, exploring as I circled my way slowly inward, probing delicately as the sweet taste of her juices crept onto my tongue. Her hands tangled in my hair, her other leg swung onto my shoulder, forcing me to lay back or risk falling. The muscles in my thighs burned from the awkward position, but it didn't matter. My senses were consumed with her, my eyes gazing up at her as she pushed down, my lips and tongue tasting her sweet taste. I heard her moan with pleasure, her legs shuddering and squeezing tightly around my ...