Succubus Summoning 101

by M. E. Hydra

  Verdé’s tail gently tightened around his throat, reminding him not to forget her. Phil resumed lapping at her vagina, feeling the trembling of her thighs against the side of his head.

  Phil’s cock was completely trapped by Rosa’s tongue. He was a slave to sensation as her tongue slithered around his flesh. She would briefly relax her tongue, but only to get a better grip as the coils tightened and squeezed more forcefully. She gave another tug, more insistent this time and Phil felt his hips lift off the bed. His legs trembled with the pleasures pulsing down his shaft.

  Verdé sensed he was about to come and pushed down harder, completely smothering him with her moist pussy.

  Rosa’s tongue twisted and tugged, reeling him into the back of her throat. Her tongue, still coiled tightly round his cock, squeezed once, twice, three…

  Phil cried into the wetness of Verdé’s pussy as the orgasm ripped through his body. His body shook and trembled as pleasure grasped the reins of his muscles and sinews and lashed his body. His cock spurted deep into the back of Rosa’s throat and she hungrily drank down his seed. Verdé gave a wild cry and orgasmed above him, spraying her spicy juices into his mouth.

  Rosa’s tongue tightened around his cock and tugged up and down, firmly milking his member as he spurted more semen down her throat.

  A second orgasm crashed into the first and he jerked his hips upwards, driving his cock deep into the fleshy tunnel of her throat. He twitched and spurted another load, bigger than before.

  Rosa gratefully gulped it down and coiled her tongue tighter around his cock.

  She wasn’t going to stop, Phil thought. She was going to keep gulping and gulping down all of his seed until he dried up into a withered husk.

  If Verdé didn’t suffocate him first.

  He gasped, taking in another mouthful of Verdé’s juices as he spurted a third time down Rosa’s hungry throat.

  Just when he thought he might black out from lack of oxygen, Verdé lifted herself off him and Rosa finally uncoiled her tongue from around his cock.

  “Hmm, fresh virgin cum. I feel dizzy,” Rosa said.

  “You are a sly one,” Verdé murmured, her face flushed as she smiled down at him from between her breasts.

  Phil’s body was still outside of his control. His limbs trembled and shook. His hips jerked upwards in spasms, driving his cock into empty air. His balls screamed in pain, still trying to ejaculate even after they’d run dry.

  Verdé looked behind her to where his body twitched and writhed. Concern momentarily crossed her face.

  “Swallow my juices,” she said. “They’ll restore your strength.”

  More juices dribbled down from her pussy and passed between Phil’s lips. He swallowed and felt warmth travel down his throat and suffuse through his body. The trembling in his limbs subsided and a state of bliss settled across him like a duvet.

  Verdé climbed off him and leaned over to tenderly kiss him on the lips. Her hand softly caressed his chest.

  “You did good there, baby warlock,” she whispered.

  It would be the only time, Phil thought. He’d never get a chance to use his tongue on a real girl. Never get a chance to hear their whispered murmurs of appreciation.

  He tried to channel that thought. Come on limbs, get me out of here.

  They ignored him. There was a hot girl lying next to him on the bed. She was kissing him, her soft lips brushing against his. Her hands were softly caressing his chest and abdomen. Her juices were spreading comfortable warmth throughout his body. His body had no intention of going anywhere. It was content to relax in a post-orgasmic glow.

  “Now relax and let your strength return,” Verdé whispered in his ear.

  She lay against his body, her full breast resting on his chest.

  “I won’t be as forceful as Rosa, I promise,” she whispered.

  Her hand moved down and gently played with his cock and balls.

  “I’ll be gentle and tender for your first time.”

  She kissed him again, letting her breasts fall fully across his chest. A gentle fragrance filled Phil’s nostrils. Helplessly he sank into the ocean of her sensuality.

  “We haven’t got all night,” Rosa said.

  She sucked both Phil’s testicles into her hot mouth and bit down. It felt like two electrodes had been attached to his balls and thousands of volts were being blasted into his body. Rosa had impaled each of his testicles with her fangs. The combination of exquisite pain and pleasure sent sparklers of shock running back and forth up his body.

  Then her venom followed.

  Oh.

  Phil’s mind temporarily disconnected.

  She released more and more venom right into the heart of his sperm-producing organs. His balls twitched and sparked back into life as her venom soaked through them and forced them into overdrive. He felt them swell and pulse as they rapidly churned out more seed for the succubi to feed upon. In a matter of moments he felt as horny as if he hadn’t had sex or masturbated for a week…for a month.

  There was a cost to this. As his sexual organs ran into overdrive they had to take fuel from somewhere else and that somewhere else was the muscles, sinews and flesh of his body. Blissful relaxation became enervating weakness.

  He had to make a move, before he became too weak.

  Verdé lay against him. Her finger lightly traced circles around his nipple. His body felt no inclination to move.

  “There we go,” Rosa said, lightly kissing the tip of his iron-hard erection. “All ready to go again.”

  “You’re too harsh,” Verdé said, protectively hugging Phil.

  “And you take too long,” Rosa retorted.

  “It’s his first time,” Verdé said, kissing his temple. “It should be a special moment for him to savour for the rest of his life.”

  “What, all two hours of it,” Rosa laughed. She lay down on the other side of Phil and pinched his nipple.

  “Ignore her,” Verdé said, her green eyes staring intently into his. “This will be a special moment.”

  She got up and put a knee on either side of his body. A hand went down and pulled the labia of her pussy wide. She moved down his body until her dripping vagina was directly above his cock.

  “Your friend was an idiot,” Rosa whispered in Phil’s ear. “He could have had all of me, but he chose only my ass. You’re lucky. You get to experience the exquisite pleasure of our pussies.”

  Lazily she coiled her tail around his cock and guided it to the lips of Verdé’s vagina.

  Verdé really was a vision of absolute beauty, Phil thought as she kneeled over him. Her breasts were full and pert. Her skin was flawless and covered in a warm, natural tan. Her smile was the welcoming grin of a girl-next-door.

  “Please don’t kill me,” Phil pleaded.

  “Oh baby warlock,” Verdé smiled. “Don’t be afraid. This will be something beautiful. You’ll see.”

  The soft lips of her pussy slid over the head of his cock, as smooth as expensive silk. She took him into her tight warmth and slowly, ever so slowly descended down his shaft. Within her vagina soft muscles gripped and squeezed against his cock, hungrily sucking at his flesh.

  It was too much. Her sumptuous flesh enveloped him in delicious warmth. His balls were already at bursting point.

  He was going to…

  “Not yet,” Rosa whispered in his ear. Her tail tightened around his cock, choking off the flow of semen before it began.

  Verdé closed her eyes and gave a long drawn out moan of pleasure as she sat all the way down on his cock. Her face tilted up to the ceiling as if in worship.

  “Oh baby warlock,” she murmured.

  Her vagina convulsed in orgasm, flooding Phil’s cock with warm juices. They dribbled out and ran through his pubic hair in little rivulets.

  “Ohh…”

  Phil’s hips spasmed and bucked up and down, but Rosa held him firm, her tail like a leash around his cock.

  Verdé moved up and down Phil’s cock
with slow, ever so gentle strokes. Her vagina seemed to mourn every upstroke, reluctant to release his cock. With every downstroke she clenched him tighter, her soft walls holding him in a clinging embrace like a lover fearing this would be the last time.

  “Uhhh…” Phil moaned in pleasure. Verdé’s soft vagina was taking him beyond even the peaks of ecstasy their mouths had already taken him. The desire to come was so strong now it hurt.

  Verdé moaned again, completely lost in the moment. She clutched her breasts in ecstasy, her claws drawing blood. She sank all the way down Phil’s cock and this time her vagina gripped him tight and refused to let go. She tried to move up, pulling Phil’s hips up with her, before crashing back down onto the bed and driving his cock as deep into her as it would go.

  Phil’s body felt aflame with lust. He wanted to…needed to…fill this avatar of splendour with every last drop of his being.

  Verdé stopped riding him and instead let her internal muscles grip and tug on his cock. She spread her wings wide and tilted her head back, staring upwards in rapture. She murmured words of prayer in a language Phil had never heard before.

  “Taking a man’s virginity is a sacred moment for us,” Rosa whispered into his ear, unusually reverent.

  She unwound her tail from Phil’s cock.

  “Lose yourself to her passion,” she whispered.

  Verdé cried in ecstasy and juices bubbled down around Phil’s cock. Her vagina gripped his cock in waves of hungry suction.

  Oh god, this was it, Phil thought as the waves of her passion gripped his body and tossed him about like a paper boat in a typhoon. His balls constricted and his spine arched, driving his cock deep into her fleshy heart where it detonated in a white hot explosion of ecstasy.

  At the same time Rosa gripped the side of his head and crushed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and tangled around his.

  Phil was tearing to pieces between them. Rosa drew his breath into her body and replaced it with a fiery wind of lust. Verdé’s vagina milked and milked his cock, sucking jet after jet of semen into her hungry warmth. Phil’s body sang with euphoria, wanting nothing more than to give every last piece to these gorgeous creatures. Muscles, nerves, flesh, sinew, organs; all were fuel to be torn down and thrown onto the bonfire of their lust.

  “Ah!” Verdé snapped out of her ecstatic feeding frenzy with a loud cry. Her vagina released his cock as she fell across his body, her wings billowing down over them both like sheets.

  Phil’s cock spurted once, twice and then he regained control. He lay back and stared at the stone ceiling.

  That had been…

  He was still alive. As the pleasure faded he became aware of aches all across his body. A nagging pain started in his overused balls and steadily grew louder.

  “Thank you, baby warlock,” Verdé whispered in Phil’s ear. She lightly kissed him on the lips and rolled off his weakened body.

  “He’s still alive? I thought you’d suck him all out for sure,” Rosa said.

  “Some of us are capable of showing restraint,” Verdé replied.

  Rosa hmphed in reply.

  “I said I’d savour you, baby warlock,” Verdé smiled. Her finger resumed tracing circles around his nipple.

  “We promised we’d do every filthy little thing with you,” Rosa whispered in his other ear. Her hand tickled his balls.

  Phil only half heard. His ears pricked up at sounds he heard from outside.

  Footsteps on stone flagstones.

  A Wargsnouts’ security patrol!

  He was saved!

  “Help me!” Phil screamed. “There’s two succubi in here. They’re going to kill me!”

  Shocked, Verdé and Rosa stared at the door.

  104: EXECUTION III

  The footsteps grew closer.

  He was saved. Any minute now the security team would burst in, wands blazing…

  The footsteps moved away.

  The two succubi stared at each other and laughed.

  “Silly warlock,” Verdé said. “Did you not think we’d take steps to mask our presence?”

  Rosa tapped him on the forehead. “Use that noggin, baby warlock. Verdé’s cry of passion should have woken up the entire school.”

  “Globe of silence,” Verdé explained. She gestured with her fingers.

  Very funny, Rosa mouthed as a ball of darker air formed around her head.

  “And you, baby warlock,” Verdé slapped him on the side of the face, hard enough to sting his cheeks and leave a red mark. “What’s with screaming out like that?”

  She sat astride his chest and her angry face hovered inches above his.

  “I just gave you the best fuck a man could experience and you cry out to be rescued at the first opportunity. Was I not good enough? Do you think you could find something better in the human world during your pitifully short lifespan?”

  “I want to live,” Phil said. A single tear rolled down his cheek.

  Verdé stopped her rant and sat up on Phil’s chest. A strange mix of emotions swam across her perfect cheerleader’s face. For a moment, just a small moment, Phil thought he could see past the brightly coloured fish in the shallows of her soul to the slow moving leviathans turning in the depths.

  She leant down and delicately licked the tear from Phil’s cheek. She dipped her head down and gently kissed the same patch of skin. A little crackle of energy radiated out from where her soft lips brushed his cheek.

  “We are predators and you are prey. It is the oldest law,” she whispered softly in his ear.

  “Then you can’t begrudge the prey for wanting to try and escape,” Phil whispered back.

  “No I don’t, baby warlock, but your end will be easier for you if you surrender to the pleasures we offer you.”

  Her face rose back up until she was staring down at him, her long green hair forming a curtain around both their faces.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Phil was stunned to see a single tear on the succubus’s cheek.

  He only caught a brief glimpse before she swivelled off his body to kneel next to him on the bed.

  “It’s your turn now Rosa,” she laughed.

  “Finally. My poor pussy has been feeling all left out.”

  Phil didn’t get a chance to contemplate Verdé’s strange expression. Rosa hopped up onto the bed with a deft little flap of her wings. Both feet touched down on either side of his hips as Rosa squatted above his cock, her back to him. Her dark red wings folded up into an M shape. She stared back over her shoulder, her blue eyes glinting with mischief.

  “I think it’s time for a little cowgirl,” Rosa said.

  “Don’t ride him too hard,” Verdé said. She moved round on her knees until she was directly behind his head. She put her hands on either side of Phil’s face. “I don’t want our little stallion getting worn out too early.”

  “Just enough to break him in,” Rosa smiled.

  She thrust down and Phil felt another burst of pleasure as his cock slipped between the folds of her labia and slid up into the luxurious tightness of her pussy. Her flesh hungrily gripped his cock and sucked it deep into her hot centre. As her succulent ass cheeks crashed against his body he felt powerful muscles within her vagina grip and tug his cock.

  His body felt the urge to ejaculate again and Phil fought it with every fibre of his being. He had to stop the drain of fluids from his body if he wanted to survive.

  Verdé pulled Phil’s head up into her lap and her hands massaged and stroked his temple. She curled her body over him until her face, upside down, once more hovered above him.

  “Don’t fight her,” Verdé said softly.

  Rosa rocked back and forth on his erection. His whole length was fully inside her and he felt the muscular walls of her vagina push and pull his cock in an attempt to find the best fit. The fleshy walls suddenly convulsed and Phil felt a bubble of her juices roll down the outside of his shaft.

  His cock ea
gerly twitched, but Phil fought and successfully held the orgasm back. He gritted his teeth with the effort.

  “Rosa’s not as patient as me. If you fight her she’ll hurt you,” Verdé said.