by M. E. Hydra
There was no-one else in the lift. The succubus took the opportunity to manoeuvre him into the corner and fall upon him in a kiss.
Wow, what a kiss.
Her soft lips pressed against his and it felt like he was drowning in them. He felt the same giddy thrill as back when he’d snogged Sian Coren behind the bike sheds at school for the first time. The succubus was not Sian Coren. She was considerably more experienced. More experienced even than the very expensive escort Nic had treated himself to after one of his better nights at the card tables.
After the succubus finished her kiss blood was pounding through Nic’s veins and his knees wobbled. She led him to their room as though he was a newborn deer.
Nic liked sex—who didn’t?—but as he’d grown older he’d found the buzz of gambling—or more accurately, winning—held more of an allure. The succubus rolled the years back until he felt like he was back in his teens, when a woman’s body had been unknown territory he’d been eager to discover. He was already ripping off his shirt before the door to their room had swung shut behind them.
The succubus removed her green hat, releasing clouds of fiery red hair. Her green waistcoat and black leggings followed. She lay on the bed with her legs apart. Naked now himself, Nic jumped between them. The succubus reached down, took his erection in a warm hand and guided him into silken paradise.
Nic closed his eyes as he felt her warm flesh all around his cock. Wet and tight. Really tight. This was out-of-this-world pussy. Divine pussy.
Or rather—strictly speaking—demonic pussy.
She did claim to be a sex demon, with an emphasis on the sex.
It was strange. Nic had junked all that supernatural junk years ago. God and gamblers didn’t mix in his opinion. Believe in God and it was easy to get sloppy, to start to think those long shots might come in with the big guy looking down on you, to start to think you’d get there this time because God owed you one.
It never worked out.
You could pray to Him all you liked, but the big guy wouldn’t be there when that last card turned over and demolished your world.
And now he was having sex with a creature that shouldn’t exist outside of myth and ancient scripture.
Fucking awesome sex as well.
He couldn’t refute the evidence of his own senses. There was a warm female body underneath him and he was buried up to the hilt in her velvet sex. Her large pink breasts—and the succubus had a marvellous pair—swayed back and forth as his buttocks rose up and down. Her face was sweet and beautiful as she stared, adoringly, up at him.
Apart from her eyes.
They unnerved him. They looked like solid black sinkholes. He couldn’t read anything in them at all. It was like trying to dredge the deepest ocean trench. The horns and tail could conceivably be clever prosthetics, but no make-up could ever duplicate those eyes.
And then it didn’t matter. He felt a familiar tightening in his balls.
“Coming,” he gasped.
He pressed his hips down and pushed his cock deep into her silk-lined well. Tension surged up his shaft and was released in a little fireworks burst of satisfaction as he ejaculated deep inside her.
“That good enough?” he asked her. His breath was a little ragged and perspiration plastered his fringe to his forehead.
“No,” the succubus answered. “But it’s okay. I can take it from here.”
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, holding him in place. Her arms went around his back and she hugged him tight to the soft pillows of her chest. If she’d been human that was all she could hold him with. She was more, a demon. She lifted her body up off the bed enough to allow a large pair of bat wings Nic hadn’t noticed previously to open out. Her wings wrapped around them both. It was a weird but not unpleasant sensation, like he’d been wrapped up in a warm sheet.
Then her pussy came alive around him. He’d already spent his load and his erection had begun to soften. The succubus had other ideas.
Wow, how could she do that? Nic thought as the fleshy walls of her vagina gripped his cock and gently began to tug on it with the same dexterity as a hand. His cock flicked straight back to full hardness as she drew it down deeper into her heat. Nic felt resistance, and then the swollen head of his cock pushed through and was totally enveloped in a moist chamber that hugged him as tight as a second skin. Her pussy squeezed him and then slowly began to throb.
After five pulses Nic was coming again. A second ejaculation rocketed down his shaft and exploded from the end in a burst of pleasure. More followed as Nic poured semen into her with steady throbs. The walls of her vagina moved against him—slow and insistent. It felt like her pussy was pumping out the full contents of his balls.
Maybe even pumping out his strength as well.
“Intense, isn’t it?” the succubus smiled up at him.
Intense was right. Nic said nothing as he relaxed on the soft cushions of her breasts. He closed his eyes and gasped as another ecstatic burst of pleasure erupted from his cock. The bursts were growing stronger and more frequent.
“Don’t worry,” the succubus whispered softly in his ear. “I’m not going to take all your energy, just enough to recharge my magic.”
That was reassuring, Nic thought. Then he passed out.
* * * *
Nic awoke to the mouth-watering smells of crisp bacon and fried eggs. A silver trolley stood at the foot of the bed. On top of it was a plate piled high with a full English breakfast—sausage, bacon, egg, tomatoes, beans. There must be enough for three or four helpings there. Enough to make the arteries of a normal person whimper.
Not Nic’s. He was ravenous. He fell upon the plate and forked the contents into his mouth with gusto. He pigged out, enjoying every last little greasy morsel. Fuck the healthy shit, this was real food.
His succubus came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her waist. Her long red hair cascaded down between her shoulder blades. Usually the harsh glare of morning’s light was not kind on Nic’s partners, even the expensive, paid-for companions. Not his succubus. She looked as devastatingly attractive as he’d first seen her in the casino.
Apart from her eyes. They were black all the way through, like little globes of crude oil. Unnerving.
“Is that okay?” she asked, looking at the trolley. “I thought you might be hungry.”
Nic’s mouth was currently full of crispy bacon and juicy pork sausage. He gave her the thumbs up.
His succubus went over and checked herself in the mirror. At least she had a reflection, Nic thought. She wasn’t a vampire, even though his body felt like it had been sucked pretty hard. Not that he was complaining. It had felt great.
“Now that’s what I call a breakfast,” Nic said. He’d surprised himself by wolfing the whole lot down, leaving nothing more than a few crumbs and spots of grease on the plate.
His succubus turned and smiled at him. “Breakfast? It’s a little later than that.”
Nic picked up his watch from the bedside table and saw it was three in the afternoon. He laughed.
“I guess I must have conked out pretty hard,” he said.
“We have that effect on humans,” the succubus said, giving him a sultry glance.
“What was that last night?” he asked. It had felt excellent.
“I fed off you,” his succubus said. “Succubi feed off the energy of sex.”
“Is it dangerous?”
“It can be, if our partner is old, or has a weak heart, or if we feed off them night after night without letting them recover. For a healthy man like yourself, not really.”
“And your magic?”
It still felt weird to use the word, even though it was daytime and he was sharing a room with an entity that possessed horns, wings and a tail.
His succubus held up a hand. Green sparks crackled between her fingers.
“Fully juiced up,” she said.
Nic’s mouth stretched in a wide grin.
“The
re’s no point going down to the casino right away. It will be dead until the sun goes down.”
“So it looks like we have a few hours to kill,” his succubus said. She walked up to the bed and walked long fingers over the sheets. She pouted coquettishly. “However will we fill the time?”
She pulled away the towel, exposing the plentiful pale hemispheres of her breasts.
“I could offer you a light snack,” Nic said, grinning so hard he thought the top of his head might fall off.
“That makes my mouth water,” his succubus said, climbing up on the bed.
Nic suspected she wasn’t referring to the one in her head.
Laughing, his succubus jumped on top of him and playfully nuzzled his neck. Then she sat up and rode him up peak after peak of pleasure. She might call it feeding, but it felt like fucking awesome sex to Nic.
* * * *
“Let’s do it,” Nic said.
They were standing downstairs in the casino, looking over the card tables. Nic noticed the same group of Chinese men he’d seen last night had returned. There was a seat open at their table. His succubus nestled up behind him and placed her hands over his eyes as if playing a sexy game of peek-a-boo. When his succubus took her hands away he could see all the hands clearly, as if the cards were on their backs. His grin managed to stretch even wider as he put his small stack of chips down on the table.
This was going to be easy.
He still had to be careful though. Even though he had the considerable advantage of knowing what his opponents had, he still had to win the hand. His succubus’s magic wouldn’t protect him if the other guy got lucky on the river. For that reason Nic still played conservatively.
And it nearly happened as well. Nic was in on the flop with a pair of kings with only a junky nine-ten of spades to oppose him. Then the turn added a second spade to the board to go with the two in his opponent’s hand. Nic was all in at this point and had the horrible sinking feeling history was about to repeat itself and the Chinaman’s garbage nine-ten suited was going to bust him with a fifth spade to make the flush on the river. This time his luck held, or rather Lady Luck held back on violating his ass with a strap-on, and the river turned up nothing. Now, with a bigger stack of chips to work with, Nic could start making a few moves.
The other players were terrible, but the corpulent man looked like he knew what he was doing. They tussled on a hand where the flop turned over an ace and a second four to go along with the other one in Nic’s hand. The fat Chinaman was first to act and bet big. He’d been representing an ace all hand and under other circumstances Nic would have thrown away his lowly bottom pair with a board like that. However, thanks to his succubus’s magic, he knew the other man had nothing.
The other man raised an eyebrow when Nic turned over his winning hand of a pair of fours.
“That’s a brave call,” he said in a thick Mancunian accept.
Nic shrugged. “I had a feeling,” he said with a shark-toothed smile.
He had a few more ‘feelings’ over the course of the night. Not enough to make them suspicious, but enough to grow his stack. From the couple of hundred his succubus had managed to charm from poor suckers in the bar he’d grown his chips up to a healthy five thousand. It was a good chunk of change, but still not enough to replace the money taken from his niece’s fund.
For that he needed higher stakes.
Fortunately he knew where to find them.
* * * *
“I need a seat at the Dutchman’s table,” he said over the phone to Bobby Lloyd. Lloyd was a fixer with a web of contacts on both sides of the law.
“You sure, Irish?” Lloyd said back. “That’s a tough game. The kind where you sit down, look around and realise the sucker is you. A real shark tank.”
“It’s fine,” Nic said. “When’s the next game.”
“There’s a couple of spots on the table open tomorrow night. It ain’t cheap though. Four grand minimum just to pull up a chair.”
“No problem.”
“I think you’re making a mistake. They’re not stupid tourists or crazy chinks, some of them have been on TV. They can really play.”
Maybe, under normal circumstances—
Nic looked over at his succubus as she sat, naked, on the corner of the bed. He grinned.
—but Nic had an ace up his sleeve.
“So can I,” he said.
He terminated the call and looked back at his succubus.
“You’ll be able to do that trick again?” he asked.
His succubus didn’t answer. She got up off the bed, walked over to a chair and bent over it, presenting the luscious pink cheeks of her ass to Nic. She glanced over her shoulder and wiggled her behind. Her tail flicked up and around until the tip was pointing like an arrow to the clamshell folds between her legs.
Off course, he had to fill her up first.
Nic smiled as he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. He walked towards her, all the while stroking a hand up and down his lengthening erection.
His succubus’s tail flicked back and forth in excitement. That did give Nic pause. It reminded him she wasn’t human. He focused on the lush pink curves of her ass and the gorgeous hairless labia in the shadowy cleft between her legs instead. Those were human enough, exemplary even.
His succubus’s long legs slid further apart. Nic positioned himself behind her and steered his rock-hard cock up into the tight warmth of her vagina. He felt the soft muscular walls of her pussy press around his cock and the buzz he’d felt from priming his erection with his hand a few moments ago felt like the fizzle of a child’s sparkler in comparison.
He gripped her hips and smoothly moved back and forth against her. She rocked with him and her vagina fluttered around him, squeezing his member with rhythmic pulses.
Again Nic wondered how this could be payment. It was a feeling he’d gladly pay good money to experience.
His succubus looked back at him. “Pull my tail,” she hissed.
A feral gleam shone in the black pebbles of her eyes. The pointed tips of two long incisors rested on the plush pillows of her lips.
Nic took his hand off her hips. His succubus’s tail looped up and slithered against his palm. Nic remembered a time when he’d handled a live snake back in school. His succubus’s tail felt like that—cold and smooth. He wrapped his hand around it and gave it a gentle tug.
“Harder,” his succubus said.
Nic did as she asked, gripping her tail and giving it a hard tug. The soft walls of her sex contracted around his cock.
“Harder!” A low growl now, like a feral animal.
Nic gripped harder and gave it a strong yank.
His succubus trembled and yowled like a cat in heat. Her vagina clenched spasmodically around him and his cock was flooded with warm wet cream. It bubbled up out of her pussy in a thick froth. Nic added his own cream to the mix as the undulating motions of her vaginal walls triggered his own orgasm. His succubus pushed back against him as he plunged deep inside her and he felt the soft pressure of her ass against his crotch. The motions of her vagina settled into gentle rhythmic tugs, almost as though she was milking his semen out of him.
Nic gave a startled grunt as a second ejaculation burst from him. This time it felt less like a spurt and more like a steady stream of blissful pulses. Her sex drew his semen out of him as though it was a mouth sucking it up through a straw.
Nic felt a little unsteady on his feet. He started to slump forwards.
Okay okay, so this was payment. Definitely a cost.
Her vagina continued to milk him with muscular tugs. Nic drooped until he was resting on her back, between her folded-up wings. His succubus took his hands, pulled them around and pressed them against the soft hanging swells of her breasts.
Nic continued to pump semen into her warm body. Where was it all coming from? Surely his balls didn’t hold this much. He thought he might have been on the verge of blacking out when her irresistible fleshy suction
finally stopped. His succubus tilted her head back.
“All charged up,” she said with a breezy grin.
Thank fuck for that, Nic thought. He’d been starting to worry she might not stop until he crinkled up like an empty juice carton. He still felt a little unsteady as she led him to bed. He lay in her scented arms and drifted off to a sleep disturbed by penumbral dreams.
* * * *
Nic woke up to his succubus fucking him. He was on his back and she straddled his crotch. Her body moved with sinuous grace and it didn’t take long for her to ride him to another ecstatic eruption.
A morning snack, she’d said.
Only it wasn’t morning. Again Nic had slept until deep into the afternoon and even that extra sleep hadn’t been enough. It took a couple of strong coffees to wash the tiredness out of his system.
He was beginning to realise her attentions, as pleasant as they felt, were definitely detrimental to his body. A few more nights with her and he suspected he’d end up a prematurely-aged wreck.
Thankfully he didn’t need a few more nights. Tonight would be enough.
* * * *
The Dutchman was one of the new breed of poker pros that had emerged with the boom in online poker. He’d made some money at one of the kids’ card games—Magic: the Gathering or Pokémon or something equally nerdy—and moved onto poker because there was more money. Nic knew a few like that. He didn’t rate them. Totally predictable, they were little more than calculators on legs that played purely to the probabilities. Boring little robot nerds. No style at all.
At least the Dutchman had some personality.
“Haven’t seen you in a while, Irish,” the Dutchman said as Nic walked into the poker room at the back of the Szeremeta Casino. “You come to ship us more of your money again.”
Unfortunately the personality was of a cheeky little cunt. The Dutchman didn’t fit the boring little robot nerd stereotype at all. He was brash and arrogant and not that nerdy-looking either. He looked like the less popular member of a boy band that had moved onto poker once he’d put on enough years for the tweens to grow tired of him.
“Not this time,” Nic said.
