Succubus Summoning 101

by M. E. Hydra

  Now that his cock was fully lubricated with her juices Rosa began to move up and down his erection. With each downstroke she slammed her ass against his groin and powerful muscles contracted around his cock, trying to squeeze out his seed as if his erection was a tube of tomato paste, able to provide nourishment on demand. Up and down she went, sucking his cock in deeper and squeezing it harder each time her buttocks crashed against his lap.

  Phil arched his spine and quivered as he tried to hold on. No more. He couldn’t let them take any more.

  “Don’t fight her, baby warlock. She’s going to take your seed anyway. Let it be pleasurable rather than painful.”

  Rosa growled and speeded up her motions. Her hips slammed into Phil with greater force and frequency. Her muscles gripped his cock tighter and sucked harder.

  Phil squirmed as he tried to hold on. His balls were burning and his cock was starting to throb from the friction. Her muscles tightened around his erection and sucked with enough force he could feel it all the way down in his balls.

  “Relax,” Verdé said. She pouted her lips in a kiss and gently blew on Phil’s face. The fragrant scent of meadows on a lazy summer day settled over him. It flowed through his nostrils and into his lungs, washing out all his tension on the way.

  Phil stopped squirming. When Rosa came back down and her muscles clenched tightly around his cock he responded with a spurt of semen right into her hot centre. Relief surged through his body and fireworks of ecstasy sent bright streamers flying across his brain.

  Rosa accepted his gift with a soft sigh. She loosened her grip on his cock and the muscular walls of her vagina instead caressed his flesh with tender precision. A flood of her juices bathed his cock, settling into and soothing his raw skin. Languorously she writhed on his still-hard erection, pumping more and more juices over his battered cock until the blissful feeling flowed through the rest of his body like a tide.

  She lifted her body up his shaft and came down again. This time the motion was slower and gentler. When he felt her ass settle in his lap he again responded with another spurt of sperm deep inside her vagina.

  She had him now, Phil realised. His cock was a spigot she could switch on any time she wished. He didn’t care. Every time she turned the valve a euphoric blast of pleasure rushed through his brain.

  Rosa could have drunk and drunk at the tap until Phil dried up into a desiccated husk, but she allowed herself only two more slow pumping strokes before she climbed off him. Phil almost whimpered with loss on leaving the warm embrace of her pussy. In contrast the open air seemed horribly cold and exposed.

  “There, see how much more pleasurable it is when you surrender,” Verdé murmured.

  “I can’t do that,” Phil said.

  “We’ll help you, don’t worry” Verdé said.

  Rosa sat at the foot of the bed and stretched her legs wide to reveal the gaping red slit of her pussy. Purring, Verdé gently lowered Phil’s head back down onto the bed and crawled down his body, making sure to rub him with her breasts and pussy on the way. His erect cock caught underneath her stomach. Teasingly, she pushed it down and let it spring back into place as she crawled past.

  She reached Rosa and dipped her face down into the other succubus’s lap. Phil couldn’t see what she was doing. All he saw was the back of her head bob up and down and Rosa close her eyes in pleasure.

  It was another opportunity to escape, Phil realised. Tentatively, he tried to pull up his legs. This time his traitorous limbs responded. They were weak and shivering and felt a lot like drunken workers waking up from a stupor to return to their jobs, but at least they were his, for now anyway.

  Rosa was trembling in pleasure. Her head was thrown back and a sheen of glistening sweat covered her naked body. She arched her back, gently pushing her pelvis into Verdé’s lapping tongue.

  Phil pulled his trembling legs up into a crouch and gathered his strength. He didn’t think he’d be capable of any sudden movement without falling over, but if he was quiet enough and just slipped away.

  Carefully, he dipped a toe over the side of the bed.

  Rosa opened her eyes and stared at him.

  Phil froze, caught on the spot like a rabbit caught in the headlights of her icy blue stare. Rosa’s lips twisted up in a smile as she held Phil in place. She panted as Verdé’s tongue found a particularly tender spot, but her eyes never moved from Phil’s.

  Phil couldn’t move; couldn’t look away.

  Rosa slowly ran her pointed red tongue over her luscious red lips. Her hands came up and gently cupped the full swell of her breasts. Clawed fingers traced circles around her dusky brown areolae. Beads of perspiration formed on the curved surface of her breasts like fresh morning dew.

  Look at me, her body whispered seductively. Am I not beautiful? Am I not desirable? Why would you run from this?

  Because I’ll die, Phil thought, trying to break the paralysis.

  Rosa sighed and her body trembled as Verdé’s head continued to bob up and down in her lap.

  Her eyes still fixed him to the spot. What is worse, those eyes asked, to die in glorious ecstasy within our arms, or to live out a dull, grey life, always wondering, never knowing, what pleasures you could have experienced?

  Phil tried to turn his head, tried to turn to look towards the door, towards freedom, but Rosa’s blue eyes held him captive. His leg came back up onto the bed.

  Verdé reached back between her legs and spread wide the folds of her pussy. She wiggled the firm cheeks of her ass invitingly.

  Phil went onto his knees and slowly shuffled forwards, his erect cock pulling him forwards like a leash. Between his legs his balls, still full of Rosa’s venom, pulsed and twitched with a grotesque life of their own, feeding off his body like a cancer as they churned out spermatozoa after spermatozoa.

  What was his life anyway? Before Wargsnouts he’d been doing nothing more than flipping burgers in a dead end town. At Wargsnouts he was a screw-up that couldn’t even get the simplest of rituals correct. How long before they tossed him back to a life of fast food service and sink estates?

  The gaping pink slit of Verdé’s pussy beckoned to him. She turned back to smile at him, her face both innocent and experienced at the same time.

  Phil continued forward, his cock throbbing with a need to once again be sheathed within the succubi’s soft flesh.

  It was still his life, goddammit. As worthless as it seemed now it was all he had. He didn’t want to spurt it all away down some daemon’s cunt for a few seconds of ecstasy.

  Phil placed his hands on Verdé’s buttocks. The flesh was soft and warm beneath his touch. He guided his erect cock to Verdé’s outstretched labia.

  This was not his choice.

  The thought left his mind to be replaced by a cool tide of pure bliss as he thrust forward and felt his cock enveloped by the warmth of Verdé’s pussy. Sighing with pleasure he thrust back and forth, feeling her slick flesh slide along the full length of his shaft.

  Verdé sighed beneath him and rocked back against him. Her tail curled around the back of his thigh and the tip gently tickled the underside of his balls.

  He had the control now, Phil thought. He slowed down and took long, deep strokes, relishing the feeling of Verdé melting into orgasm around him. She sighed and moaned into the sheets as he pushed back and forth into her succulent vagina.

  At the end of the bed Rosa watched them with a contented smile.

  “That’s it, baby warlock,” she said. “It’s about time you took on some of the work.”

  She spread her labia and closed her eyes. Her tail curved around and thrust back and forth into her pussy.

  Phil had control now. He quickened his pace, slamming his hips against Verdé’s soft buttocks. Yes, he had control. He could…unh…pull out any time.

  Verdé’s pussy tightened around his cock with gentle little squeezes, sending pulses of pleasure running back into his body. She reached back with one hand, pulled his left hand off her but
tock and brought it round to cup her full breast. Phil felt the soft weight in his hand. Verdé squeezed her hand over his, forcing his fingers to dig into her soft flesh. She growled her pleasure into the sheets.

  She did the same with her other hand, letting her shoulders brace her body against the bed. Phil was pulled forwards until his chest lay against her smooth back. He continued to thrust into her soft pussy, letting waves of pleasure flow down his shaft.

  He could pull out any time.

  Verdé extended her wings and then folded them back down over Phil’s body, pinning his body against her back.

  “You’re such a control freak, Verdé,” Rosa commented. “Can’t you let the poor human at least think he’s fucking you?”

  Verdé gave an animalistic snarl in reply. She gripped Phil’s hands tighter, forcing him to roughly grope her breasts. Her wings pulled down on him, keeping him pinned against her back. The tip of her tail found that soft spot underneath both of his testicles and pushed hard against it. Her vagina constricted around his cock.

  He couldn’t pull out.

  Phil was on top, but not even close to being in control. Powerless, he rocked against her back. She pushed up and back against him, her soft buttocks splaying against his crotch.

  Phil gave a low moan as his poisoned, swollen balls constricted hard and his cock fired a jet of semen into her tight pussy. His upper body collapsed on her as the jet became a river, then a flood.

  Verdé growled and wiggled her ass. Her pussy vibrated around his cock, milking it as he ejaculated a constant stream of seed deep inside her. Phil’s body sang as it emptied its life into her warmth. He was a bag of water that had been punctured and all of his fluids were draining out of one tiny hole. It felt wonderful. His hands were cupped over soft breasts, her soft ass cheeks were pushing back against him and his cock…his cock was enveloped in pulsating bliss.

  Phil lay against her and let his cock gush and gush. His swollen balls had shrunk right down and the feeling of relief was heavenly. He wanted to feel his whole body empty the same way. He dived headfirst into an ocean of pleasure and let his body fall gently into endless depths.

  Stop.

  Phil surfaced from her ocean of bliss, taking gulps of fresh air as he returned to the plain interior of the little room. The end of Verdé’s tail was pushed firmly between his balls, choking off the stream to a little dribble.

  She stared back at him, her green eyes once again completely unreadable.

  Her wings unfolded, taking their weight off his back. Her vagina unclenched, releasing his cock with a soft popping sound. Feeling completely boneless, Phil slid off her back. He would have collapsed onto the bed if it hadn’t been for a slender, but strong, arm wrapping around his chest and pulling him back to upright.

  “Still with us baby warlock?” Rosa whispered in his ear, her hot breath tickling through his hair.

  She reached down between his legs with her other hand and cupped his balls in her hand. They were already swelling again, churning out more and more sperm despite the protestations of his body.

  “Oh yes, you’ve still got plenty to give,” Rosa whispered. She kissed him wetly on the side of his mouth with her full lips.

  Phil continued to stare into Verdé’s eyes. Once again he thought he saw something there, something hiding in the depths. The moment passed just as quickly as before, leaving Phil to stare at her bright, cheerleader mask.

  “Your turn,” she smiled breezily at Rosa.

  Phil didn’t feel like he had plenty to give. He felt like he’d been hollowed out. He was practically empty. He had so little energy left in his body he felt he’d probably fall over if Rosa wasn’t supporting him.

  Rosa let go. Phil fell backwards onto the bed and lay there.

  “Okay, maybe not plenty,” Rosa amended. “There’s some left though. He’s still breathing for starters.” She put her head on his chest. “I think.”

  Phil was going to die. The sexual attentions of two succubi might represent the high watermark of any man’s existence, but Phil was only eighteen. He would have liked more of a lifetime before Rosa and Verdé brought it to a glorious close.

  He didn’t have a say in the matter. His body had betrayed him completely. All he could do was lie back and stare at the ceiling.

  Come on! he thought. He had to find a way out of this. His legs were too weak for him to try and run away and the succubi had used magic to screen the room against any possibility of rescue. He had to use his brain.

  He was fucked.

  Phil tried to remember his classes. Hadn’t they already gone through emergency dismissals? Wasn’t that right at the start of Practical Daemonology?

  Dammit! He couldn’t remember anything. Why did he have to be such a fuck up when it came to his classes?

  All he could remember about succubi was the sniggering and innuendo amongst his classmates. The teachers had told them they were dangerous, but they said that about every daemon. Compared to the really nasty daemons that liked to set people on fire or eat them alive or set them on fire and then eat them alive, a daemon that looked like a hot chick and was only really good for screwing didn’t sound that threatening. They all knew, or thought they knew, why warlocks summoned succubi—there were all the rumours about The Scrote for starters—and it had been a source of much ribald amusement in the weeks following the lecture.

  Of course it was funny. Men having their life essences sucked out through their cocks. It was too silly to be truly taken seriously.

  Now all he could remember were the dumb jokes about succubi when he really needed to remember how the fuck to get rid of them.

  Phil wasn’t laughing now. He’d watched Rosa suck Jake dry in a matter of moments like a spider sucking up its prey. His own balls were boiling as they commanded his body to break down fat, muscle and tissue alike to produce ever more seed for the daemons to drink.

  Nudge nudge, wink wink, phwoar phwoar. What a way to go, eh?

  Yeah, seemed real funny now.

  This was no time to be wallowing in self pity. It might have been the defining quality of his life so far, but if he didn’t shake himself out of it and remember, it was going to be the defining quality of his death as well. Did the dismissal ritual require words, gestures or both?

  “I think we might have broken him,” Rosa said, looking down at him.

  “He just needs a little perking up,” Verdé said.

  She sat astride his stomach and slowly lowered her body down on his. He felt the moistness of her pussy as it kissed his navel. He looked up at the ripe globes of her tanned breasts, felt their softness as they squashed against his chest. Verdé fixed him with her glittering green eyes as she lowered her face until it hovered just above his.

  Words. He had to remember the words.

  He couldn’t look away. Her soft green eyes swallowed him whole.

  Her arms curled around his back and behind his head, drawing him into an embrace. Her lips, soft and moist, pressed against his in a lingering kiss. He was powerless as his body responded. His arms came to life. He wanted nothing more than to hold her warm body against his. Forever.

  Her lips brushed down his cheeks.

  “There’s no need to be afraid,” she murmured softly into his ear.

  She brought her face back up until her wide green eyes were staring straight into his. He was lost again, pulled into and imprisoned within her glittering emerald depths. She held him there as her lips crushed down against his, harder this time, forming a seal around his mouth. Her hands gripped the back of his head.

  She exhaled and fire flooded into Phil’s lungs.

  His eyes widened in surprise as her breath rushed through his body, scouring the lethargy and weakness from his muscles. Energy flooded back into his body as if he’d just been shocked back to life. She held him like that, her eyes open and staring deeply into his as her breath poured through his body like a crackling cloud of electricity.

  She broke off the kiss with a sa
vage smile.

  “There, that’s better now isn’t it?” she said.

  She sat back up, put a hand to her mouth, pursed her lips and blew him a kiss. Warm air scented with the fresh perfume of wild flowers formed a cloud around his head. Phil felt equally as light as Verdé took his hand and pulled him up into a sitting position.

  Phil’s cock stood up between his legs like a pole. Still staring intently into his eyes, Verdé lazily pumped a hand up and down his shaft, sending trembling shivers crackling across Phil’s flesh.

  Her breath had innervated him, but at a cost. She hadn’t given him energy, but rather her magic had forced his own body into a higher gear. He was overclocked, burning up as his body ran far past the point where fatigue should have shut it down.