Her Mechanic - A Supernatural Seduction

by Lenny Boosh

“I don't know,” she said, then she focused on gripping his cock with her tail and stroking it, up and down. She didn't do very much with her tail, so this motion was unfamiliar, like using your non-dominant hand, but he didn't seem to mind. As she tugged up and down on the shaft, his cock grew larger, engorged with life.

  He stroked her legs with both hands as she pumped his member with her tail, then he said, “You can open your eyes now.”

  There he was, completely nude, and so beautiful, he seemed to glow.

  Human.

  Hunter.

  Lover.

  A narrow trail of dark hair started under his navel and ran down like a river to his cock. Dark curls covered his large balls. His kind was known for the immense size of their genitalia, and seeing him was no disappointment.

  She unfurled her tail and whipped it away. “I want you inside me,” she said.

  He leaned over her and pressed his body weight onto her chest, pinning her to the car. “Beg me to fuck you.”

  “Please.” She ran her hands up and down his sinuous arms, over his strong shoulders. He was so strong, he could crush her windpipe if he wanted, if he chose to be a Hunter rather than her Lover. “Please fuck me,” she said.

  He teased her with the head of his cock, sliding it up and down her moisture, poking at her cunt, but never filling it.

  She howled in outrage and slapped her hands against the metal car hood in frustration.

  “First I'm going to eat you,” he said, which soothed her back to purring once more.

  He kissed her, sucking the air from her lungs as he inhaled. She resisted the desire to pull at his life force, to suck him inside her, for it wasn't time yet.

  He moved down, flicking her hard nipples with his tongue, and at the same time, he slid one finger into her damp pussy, all the way in. She moaned as the pleasure arced between her cunt and her tits, and he nibbled her with careful teeth as he added a second finger and then a third.

  She bucked and moaned for more, and he bit the firm flesh around her nipples and fucked her hard with his hand, slamming the three thick digits in and out, pounding his palm into her pussy.

  As she purred and rattled, he moved down with his face, until his mouth was upon her mound of hair, exhaling life and heat.

  She held her breath as his tongue flicked out cautiously, seeking that hidden part of her. Lightning flashed behind her eyelids as he caught onto her clit with the tip of his tongue. She arched her back and raised her hips from the car hood, bringing her pussy up to his face. He drove her back down with his lips and his tongue, and now he was eating her. He licked and sucked with his lips, ingesting her divine juices, the nectar that human men had gone mad over since the beginnings of time.

  He was moaning now, groaning into her cunt as he licked and fingered. She found him with her sensitive tail and caressed his heavy balls with the length and tip of her tail, then wrapped the tail around his cock and jerked at him. He reacted by licking harder, burying his face within her folds. His pinkie finger, which was not in her pussy, slid along her other opening, stroking the sensitive nerves there.

  She would come if she could, would orgasm if it were possible, but that gift had been taken with her humanity. She could only climax through one method, and she would take it. She would take him.

  She sat up, surprising him. He straightened up to his full height and wiped her nectar off his face with a casual swipe of his arm.

  Borrowing the commanding tone of Master, a tone she'd never used, she said, “Fuck me.”

  Her tail uncoiled from his cock, and he obediently grabbed the base with one hand and shoved it into her awaiting cunt.

  She groaned and shook, arching her back. Tears of pleasure flowed from her eyes, and she whipped her tail in delight.

  “I'm not fucking you,” he said, even as he was. He thrust hard into her, raising her damp buttocks from the hood of the car with each stroke.

  She tightened internally around his cock, squeezing and milking it.

  Smiling, she said, “Yes, you are. Never stop. Never stop fucking me.”

  He grunted, then wrapped his arms around her.

  “I am your Lover,” he said. “I belong to you now, and I am fucking you, but I am also loving you.”

  She slapped his face, causing him to stop mid-thrust. “No.”

  “Yes.” He thrust into her again.

  Now his energy was flowing, without restraint. His cock expanded within her, the tip like a fist. She couldn't pull him out of her now if she tried. They were locked in until they both climaxed, or died.

  She yowled and beat at his chest. “How dare you! You play stupid with me. You act like you don't know, but you know.”

  His eyes burned with fire. “You will love me or we will both suffer.”

  She wrapped her legs around his back and surrendered to him, holding on tight as he rode into her, stroke after stroke.

  “I submit,” she said. “I accept your love.”

  “You must tell me your True Name.”

  He was throbbing inside her, expanding, about to burst forth, pouring his gift into her, and she would come. She would come as he splashed inside, and she would feel release—the release she'd been dreaming of for endless nights.

  She extended the talon in her tail and lashed at his back, stinging him.

  He winced, but would not stop. “Your True Name,” he said. “Cut me all you want. It'll heal. You want to climax. I know you do, but I won't let you until you tell me.”

  She bit his shoulder and yowled, her tail rattling. She withdrew the talon from the sensitive tip and shoved it between his ass cheeks.

  His eyes widened in surprise as she plunged her extra digit into his ass. She found the sensitive place and stroke him there. Once.

  He growled, starting to come. His large testes lifted up to his body, tightening for release.

  She stroked with the tip of her tail a second time, a grin on her lips.

  His eyes went black as a moonless night, and then his eyes closed.

  Three.

  He came inside her, flooding her with his gift.

  She became quiet, no howling or purring or growling or rattling. She began to shake, like the ground before a train thunders past. The garage filled with light and sparks, and she came.

  Her insides sucked on his enormous cock and drained him. She took all that he had, and she soared above everything, in her own place and time, in bliss.

  He stopped breathing. His heart took one last beat and ceased. The heat drained from his body, the life from his face.

  She rolled her head and undulated her body, her spine flexing with a crackling sound.

  She pushed the Hunter away gently, then lay him back on the car hood.

  Her garments lay ripped and ruined on the ground. She would have to drive home through town and smash a window in a store. If she returned home in clean clothes, Master might never know the difference, and her secret would die with the mechanic.

  She picked up his jeans and pulled them on instead of her ruined skirt. She slipped on her shoes, and fastened her blouse with the one remaining button.

  There was something in the pocket of his jeans. She reached in and withdrew a folded piece of paper. Once smoothed out, the page revealed a hastily-sketched portrait of a woman. The face was half-hidden by the hood of a cloak, but it was her.

  A human emotion she didn't know she still had tugged at her.

  The mechanic lay lifeless and naked on the hood of the car.

  She crossed back over to him and kissed him on his lips, blowing her crackling electricity into his limp body.

  She waited.

  He gasped and choked, his heart firing up again. He rolled to his side, then sat up, still coughing.

  His face contorted with anger, he said, “Succubus. I should have killed you. I should have cut your throat.”

  She whispered, “What's your name?”

  His face lost expression. “Vincent.”

  “My name is
Agjalel.”

  He repeated her name as his cheeks flushed pink.

  She retrieved her purse from within the Datsun and unzipped the hidden compartment. She withdrew an amount of cash that was three times what he'd been asking for the vehicle, and gave it to him. “Keep the Datsun,” she said.

  He stammered, “Will I see you again?”

  She winked at him, as if to say she knew, and she had it all planned out. The truth was, as far as she knew, Succubus and Lover had not joined in centuries. The world was changing. She had no idea what lay in the future, but she knew one thing.

  She was alive.

  About the Author

  Lenny Boosh is a screenwriter who moonlights during the day as a coffee barrista. Thank you for helping support his dream by purchasing his work. Seriously. He is very grateful, and he would blow you or lick you or whatever, if he could, but instead he will just keep writing more stories. Thank you.

  December 27, 2012 - Some of you have asked if you've ever seen my movies. I should have said that I'm an "aspiring screenwriter" in my official bio. In answer, no. Not yet. But maybe someday.

  Did you enjoy this story? I actually started it for a creative writing class, though that version ended before the juicy parts. I've always enjoyed reading about Succubi (that's the plural of Succubus), as I find them more enjoyable than vampires. With vampires, the sex stuff is simply hinted at. The sucking of the neck is a metaphor. Succubi are more direct. They're for grownups!

  I like this story so much, that I'm going to show it to one of my coworkers, Anne.* (*Not her real name.) I might take out a few of the c-words before I show her. Do you think knowing that some guy you work with writes erotica would change your view of him? Would it be for the better, or worse?

  I'll let you know what she thinks of the story.

  I'm going to try to put up a new short story every week, but if I don't have anything good, I may skip a week or two. I've got a lot of ideas, though, and a few started. We'll see. I mean, you're reading this in the future, so you already know. But I don't. Enjoy that.

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