A Succubus For Christmas

by M. E. Hydra

  “What are you?” Jack asked. He thought he should be afraid, but he didn't feel any fear. Instead he felt relaxed and–something he never thought he'd experience again, not since Geneviève had died–pleasantly aroused.

  “Your word for me is demon,” Nicole said. “More exactly, succubus. There is no need to be afraid though, I will not harm you.”

  Demon? She did look like a demon, he supposed, she even had a slender black demon's tail. It curled around her slender ankles like a snake. But demons weren't real. They didn't exist…did they?

  “This is all a little difficult to take in,” Jack said.

  “Then don't,” the demon, Nicole said. “Think of me as nothing more than your personal Professional Relaxation Therapist.”

  Smiling, she crawled up to Jack on all fours, as lithe and as graceful as a cat, until her ripe breasts were just above his knees. “Turn over,” she said, playfully slapping him on the side of his buttocks.

  He did as he was ordered. There was a dreamlike quality to what was happening. His hairs had pricked up, as if a light electric charge was running across his skin. He felt a soft pressure pushing down on him as Nicole sat astride the small of his back.

  “Before we begin there are some rules you must follow, for your own safety.” The tone of her voice indicated these rules were not up for debate.

  “First. When I say we stop. We stop.

  “Second. During the act of intercourse you must not struggle or fight against me. We can fight during foreplay, if that's what you'd like, but once we start having sex you relax and let me take over. I don't want to hurt you, but if you trigger my feeding response I may not be able to control myself.”

  Jack didn't know what she meant by a feeding response. He suspected he didn't want to know.

  “Third,” she bent over his body, close enough for him to feel the heat spilling from her. “Relax,” she whispered in his ear. “I have centuries of experience. You're going to enjoy this.”

  Skilled hands began to gently knead the muscles of his neck and shoulders and Jack felt his doubts melt away.

  “People pay you to fight them?” he asked.

  “Not exactly fight,” Nicole replied, her hands moving down to smooth the muscles between his shoulder blades. “They pay me to overpower them. Their guilt doesn't allow them to fully enjoy the pleasure. It's easier for them if they can pretend to be unwilling.”

  Jack understood. She'd brought him to the bed and taken off his clothes without him ever having a chance for second thoughts. Now he was here it was easier to just relax and let her do her job.

  “Don't worry,” Nicole said, kissing him lightly on the back of his neck. “I know you don't want any rough stuff. You want me to pamper you thoroughly.”

  “How?” Jack asked, puzzled.

  “I read it on your lips when we kissed,” she said. “Your breath whispered it in my ear. And your skin screams it to me now. It's so hungry for contact. It's been a long time since you allowed anyone to touch you.”

  It had, Jack thought sadly. Her soft hands kneading away his aches were like water to a man lost in a desert.

  “It's a special talent of my kind,” the succubus said. “The only pleasure we feel is that which we instil in others.”

  “You don't feel your own pleasure?” Jack said. “That sounds sad.”

  “It isn't,” Nicole said, walking down his spine on feather-light fingers. “The pleasure you feel now, I feel it too and I can raise it to peaks you never thought possible to climb. If I wanted to be really naughty I could even take you beyond the limits of what your body can withstand.”

  She lightly blew on his back and Jack's muscles unwound as he felt the warm air flow over his skin.

  “You like your back being massaged,” Nicole said. “Your erogenous zones are lit up to me. I can see them glowing. I know exactly where to touch…”

  She gently applied her thumbs to points between Jack's neck and shoulders and began to loosen the muscles underneath.

  “…where to kiss…”

  Her soft lips pressed down against a sensitive spot on his neck.

  “…where to rub.”

  She lay flat on him and he felt her firm breasts push against his back. Jack relaxed and murmured his contentment as her nipples moved across a receptive patch of skin in slow, circular motions. He was melting beneath her.

  Nicole used all of her body to massage, squeeze and knead every knotted muscle in Jack's back and shoulders. It felt heavenly. It had been so so long. She knew exactly which spot and how much force to apply to cause the maximum amount of pleasure. Beneath her attentions Jack melted into a warm, blissful puddle.

  She stopped and lay languidly on top of his body, her heat seeping into him. She murmured contentedly while lazily running her fingers through his hair.

  “Shall we fuck?” she whispered in his ear, her words dripping with delicious sin.

  Jack needed no encouragement. He rolled over, revelling in the sensation as he slid against the luxurious silk sheets. His eagerness dampened a little as he looked up at her and was reminded again of the horns, the tail, the wings, the skin far too pale to be human and the eyes, those empty black eyes like windows into the abyss. It had been easy to put it all out of mind when he'd been lying on his front and wallowing in the sensation of her warm curves sliding over him. Now his doubts returned to the surface. She sat astride him, her black wings partially unfurled like a bird of prey or carrion feeder, as he lay on a black bed surrounded by a ring of black candles. Was he her lover or her sacrifice?

  She sensed his anxiety. “Don't be afraid,” she said soothingly. Soft hands gently caressed his chest.

  Jack looked up at the sensuous curves of her naked body and felt his doubts sink back down beneath the surface. Her body was so desirable he ached for her. He was totally entranced by her beauty.

  She smiled as her hands moved down and played with his cock. Jack gasped at the feeling of her feathery-light caresses. It had been so long since he'd had an erection this strong he couldn't even remember if he'd ever been this hard. His cock was a hair trigger. The slightest touch and he'd go off.

  She rose above him and steered his cock to the opening of her vulva. There was no hair and the labia were thicker and plusher than any he'd seen in a human woman. She held herself there for a long teasing moment as he shivered in anticipation beneath her. His cock twitched against the soft lips, wanting to enter the warmth between them.

  Slowly she descended down on him. It felt like heaven as his cock slid slowly into her wet warmth. She engulfed all of him, her hungry vagina sucking and squeezing his cock all the way.

  Jack groaned and the sinews tightened in his neck. He felt the tightness run through his body, every muscle as taut as steel cable.

  Too much. Too soon.

  His hips jerked upwards. His balls tightened. He felt his cum rush up through his cock and gush into her welcoming heat. His body shuddered with the force of the ejaculation. His muscles trembled like leaves in a gale.

  Nicole rode him with serene calm. Her pussy squeezed and undulated around his cock, milking him, dragging out the orgasm as he bucked uncontrollably beneath her in the throes of ecstasy.

  Finally Jack's body calmed down. His muscles stopped clenching. His nerves stopped jangling.

  He was crestfallen.

  Too long. It had been too long.

  After all the build up, the heavenly sensation of her hands and breasts massaging his body, he'd shot his bolt like a nervous teenager the moment he'd entered her pussy. He'd paid for a night and lasted only seconds. Jack was mortified, not about the money, that didn't matter, but at the shame of his too-short performance. His erection was already subsiding inside her. She deserved better.

  “I'm sorry,” Jack said.

  Nicole looked down at him, her black eyes completely unfathomable. Then she smiled. The hot, moist flesh of her pussy contracted around Jack's cock and began to suck.

  “Shh, there's no need
to apologise,” she said. “We don't finish until I say we finish, remember.”

  She slowly twisted in his lap, letting the soft folds of her vagina rub around his cock. Jack felt a pleasurable stirring as his member came back to life. He felt himself stiffening inside her, urged on by the ministrations of her hot flesh.

  “That's it,” she coaxed.

  She squeezed her pussy around him, gripping his cock, sucking it into her, letting her soft folds coat it in warm juices that tingled against his skin. She settled back, letting his full length slide all the way inside her.

  “That was your practise, to get you back into the flow of things,” Nicole said. “Now let's have some proper sex.”

  She arched her back and began to pump her hips against his. The motions were slow to start with, but they quickly became faster and stronger until the whole bed was rocking with the force of their coupling. Jack tried to keep up, but quickly realised he couldn't. He lay back and let Nicole ride his body.

  Ride him she did. She varied her pace, pumping against him hard, driving him almost to the peak of orgasm and then slowing down, letting his body cool down, letting it plateau, before she started up again, driving his helpless body to the next, higher peak. Perspiration poured from Jack's forehead and his heart beat so fast he was worried it might burst from his chest. And he wasn't really doing anything. He had no idea how Nicole could maintain her pace. All the time he felt the heavenly friction as the hot walls of her vagina rubbed against his cock.

  Looking up at her, watching her full breasts sway with the motions of her body, Jack was both awestruck by her beauty and terrified by the animalistic passion he saw in her face.

  Finally, he could take no more. Nicole took him to the highest peak, and held him there, her vagina gently quivering around his dick. Jack felt a throbbing sensation down his shaft and in his balls, slowly building in intensity.

  “Mmm yes,” Nicole murmured. “You really are ready to burst. Relax. Let it out. Release the tension.”

  She leaned back and spread her wings wide. She slowly eased her body up and down his cock, letting her vagina squeeze and suck every millimetre of his shaft. Her pussy paid special attention to the fleshy head of his cock, gently squeezing the ridge of the hood, bathing the tip in her warm, tingly juices.

  “Release it into me.”

  She collapsed on him, crushing her soft breasts against his chest as she embraced him. Her lips, boiling hot, covered his throat and neck with passionate kisses. Her wings fell across them both, filling the air with a heavy, musky scent.

  Jack grunted and bucked up so hard he feared his spine might snap. His back continued to convulse as he thrust his hips against hers. His cock spurted inside her and he felt his muscles spasm with the force of the ejaculation. Hungrily, her pussy gulped down every drop of semen and coerced his cock for more. He obliged, pumping great spurts of cum into her slick channel until it felt like his testicles were completely drained. Then the tremors died down and Jack lay back, panting from the exertion. Worn out, but pleasantly so.

  Nicole nuzzled his neck, murmuring in pleasure.

  “You enjoyed that didn't you,” she purred.

  “That was wonderful,” Jack said, a little out of breath. “I didn't think I'd be able to manage a second time. I never could before.”

  “We aren't finished yet,” Nicole said. In one swift motion she rolled onto her back and pulled him on top of her. Her legs crossed around his waist and her arms wrapped around his chest. The embrace was completed as her wings folded around his body like a heavy blanket.

  “You don't get away until you give me more,” she said. Playfully, she squeezed his sides with her thighs.

  “I don't think I have any more,” Jack said. If she was serious then he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. He was completely trapped in her embrace, not that he minded. The warm curves of her body were not something he was in any mood to escape.

  “I think my pussy will change your mind on that,” Nicole said.

  Jack opened his mouth in surprise as he felt Nicole's vagina tighten around his cock. A peristaltic contraction gripped his member and pulled it down into the hidden folds of her flesh. He felt soft flesh squeeze and undulate around his cock, bringing him first back to full hardness and then sucking on his cock with a gentle, but insistent, milking action.

  “You need to be very still now,” she whispered in his ear, serious now. “This will be extremely pleasurable as long as you don't struggle.”

  A muscular ring of flesh contracted around Jack's cock and rolled up and down its length with firm, rhythmic strokes. Beneath him Nicole gently rocked her hips, aiding the motions of her vagina as it squeezed and sucked Jack's erection to greater hardness and length.

  “Mmm yes,” Nicole murmured, her tone playful again. “My pussy has you now. She's going to suck and suck until there's nothing left.”

  Jack couldn't last long against this level of sensation. He moaned as he drove his hips forward, thrusting his cock deeper into her hot body. Her pussy gripped him tight and refused to let him go. Hungrily Nicole squeezed and sucked every last drop of semen from his cock.

  Gasping, Jack fell back down on her. That had taken a lot out of him. Three in a night, he hadn't been able to do that even when he was a young man. He lay on top of her, panting for breath and thinking about just how far removed he must seem from an ideal of male virility.

  Nicole didn't seem to care. She planted soft kisses on his neck and throat and whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

  “Relax and let my pussy milk you.”

  Her vagina continued to suck and squeeze Jack's cock. His erection wasn't subsiding. Jack was starting to feel a little strange. Hot flashes boiled through his blood. His senses span. He felt like he was losing touch with his own body. Every breath he took filled his lungs with the musky perfume of her pheromones. His thoughts were a little foggy.

  Another orgasm hit, but this time the ejaculation was slower, longer and less violent. His body trembled, but was otherwise still as Nicole pulled him deeper into her embrace.

  This wasn't right, Jack thought. He felt weak, helpless; his body completely limp as Nicole wrapped him tighter in her black wings.

  “Nic...?” he questioned.

  “Shh,” she whispered, her soft lips pressing against his.

  Another orgasm crashed into the back of the previous, then another, and another. He felt the pleasurable pulses running up his cock as he spurted a continuous stream into her hot centre. More than he could possibly produce. He didn't care. He didn't want this to end.

  He heard his heart beating, felt blood pounding in his ears. Was he dying?

  Did he care?

  Her embrace was so warm, so tender. He wanted to empty himself into her. She could have him all.

  “That's enough,” Nicole said, her voice cutting through the perfumed cocoon she'd spun around him.

  Her vagina dilated until the walls were no longer pleasurably rubbing against Jack's cock. She unwrapped her wings and gently rolled Jack onto his back.

  He lay back and didn't move for a while as he struggled to get his breath back. While he rested Nicole ran soothing hands through his hair and across his forehead.

  “Mmm, I think you needed that,” she said.

  “Oh yes,” Jack agreed, a little out of breath.

  “You were silly to deny yourself for so long. It's not healthy.”

  “I couldn't,” Jack said. “Not back then. It didn't seem right.”

  Nicole straddled his chest and smiled down at him. “Silly. Life is to be lived, not squandered in devotion to the passed. If you had died would you rather your wife spent the rest of her days in mourning or gone out and been happy.”

  “I would have wanted her to be happy,” Jack said.

  Nicole leaned right down until the tip of her delicate little nose was just touching his. “So why do you think your wife would want any different?”

  Jack had no answer to that.

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bsp; Nicole put a finger on his chest, right above his beating heart. “She will always be a part of you. Nothing will ever take her away or replace her. Your heart is a jewellery box, filled with the glittering reminders of every special person you ever cherished. Once you close the lid a little bit of their light is forever shut off from the world.”

  “So what precious stone are you?” Jack asked.

  “Don't be silly,” she smiled, “I'm just your Professional Relaxation Therapist.” She swung an elegant leg over his face as she got off his body.

  Jack tried to get up and all of a sudden the room started to swim.

  “Careful,” Nicole said, supporting him. “You're going to be a little woozy for a while.”

  “Well, I'll always keep a place in my…” Jack went to pat his chest and paused. That sex had been mind-blowing, especially after his long abstinence, but when he looked at her he felt…emptiness.

  “You won't feel love for me,” she explained with a trace of sadness. “Humans can't.”

  Before Jack could enquire further she switched on the main light and walked round blowing out the candles. She took her clothes from a rack against the far wall and then helped Jack get dressed.

  “I'll make you a coffee,” she said. “It will help you recover.”

  In the kitchen Jack pulled out his chequebook and pen while she prepared him a strong cup of coffee.

  “When can I see you again?” he asked.

  “In four months time,” Nicole said. “It's a rule for all my clients, for their own benefit. My attentions can become highly addictive.”

  She passed him a steaming mug of jet-black coffee.

  “Make the cheque payable to 'Bat Companions',” she said. “If anyone investigates your finances they will see that you made a donation to a charity devoted to the preservation of bats. I am very discreet and I expect my clients to be the same.”