Daughter of Lilith Ch. 9 - One For All And All For One

Daughter of Lilith Ch. 9 - All For One And One For All

In the sultry last weeks of August Tanith was very grateful for the rigorously air conditioned Clinic. After all, all those precious little squirmies had to be kept cool and the clients needed to be happy to give them up. She was pleased to have helped a few volunteers get damn happy; and herself happy too on her one-in-thirteen days when lunch was a solid, serious drink of volunteer cock juice. Of course there was the weirdness of pretending to be a sucking machine; never having that satisfaction of feeling the man's whole body shudder as he strained to give her the last drop of what she had coaxed from him.

And no fucking. Not even with Deveon. Well, one more time after that time dogging in the park. But he was wearing his supercondom, which was a shame because she was at the peak of her cycle and her whole body was begging to be bred. Cock tales with the girls. Learning to appreciate some different drinks now she had a salary to buy a round for the succubus sisters. And at least one, the bartender, was her actual sister... sort of. Who knew who was the dad? Would she ever know?

She was sitting outside in the little 'parklet' on the shady side of the building, sipping a sparklie for lunch when she got a text from, of all people, her other sister, Salleth.

She didn't really even know Salleth. Salleth had always been 'away at that place,' or 'on assignment'; so Tanith never really saw her. And yet, now, here it was.

"Tan, I'd like to meet you tomorrow for lunch at Veenie's Weenies. I'll bring something and we can go over to the shore from there. I have a 'back to school' treat planned for you if you can get away. And this is just between us girls, so 'mum's the word' when it comes to telling Mum. If you're not comfortable with that, we can forget the whole thing. Looking forward to hearing about your time at the Clinic."

"Hmm." She couldn't very well refuse, could she? Or could she? Salleth did have a reputation for being bad news. But she was Tanith's flesh and blood. And Tanith had had some real questions about here sister's 'banishment.' Maybe some other questions too about just what it means to live as an honest-to-peter succubus day after day, year after year. Had Salleth ever had a boyfriend? What could she share?

What was this 'treat'? Knowing Salleth, it was probably some extra potent stuff picked up on the black market. Maybe they would sit by the shore on some deserted beach, drink the magic concoction, and then frig themselves silly with some special hotrods. Hmm. Could be fun. Of course, 'living dangerously' was not exactly in Tanith's playbook. She was heading off to college, already stoked with AP courses and a plan to dig into her combined pre-med and engineering degrees. She was already building a portfolio of sketches and specs of 'toys for special women.' So she didn't want to mess up her chances of really digging in to her new career.

That said, she did daydream about some seriously 'sexy situations.' And it would be fun to jawbone about these fantasies with her big sis and get to know her better.

Pretty weird hardly knowing your own sister. But maybe that was a thing with succubi. But why should it be? Being strange like she was.... It helped to have other women... succubi... who shared her journey. The frustrations.... The highs.

Salleth sat on one of the outside benches at Veenie's Weenies. Of course she wasn't eating a hot dog. The irony of it. Tanith had a vision of sitting there with a hot dog in her hand and casually deep-throating it as that happy dad with his kids tried not to look and that Black grandad with his cute wife tried not to get a stiffie in a public place. The weirdness of being a very respectable woman and a total slut in the same body.

"Hey Salleth. What's shakin?"

"Tan. Have this Thai tea boba. It's delicious. You like boba?"

"Haven't tried 'em. You know Mum and her 'special diets.'"

"Yup. B T D T. But this is here and just us girls. Have a slurp."

Tanith took the drink with the big fat straw and the dark balls drifting around in the tan, milky liquid. Sucked enthusiastically on the straw. Sweet, cool drink. Spongy, rubbery 'tapioca' balls to swirl in her mouth. And, after a bit, a kind of heat in her nips and puss.

She made a face at her sister.

"Should have known. Spiked it, didn't you?"

"A girl's got to get her... nutrition."

"That she does." Tanith saluted Salleth with her cup.

"To sisterhood."

"Sisterhood. Hey, I understand you had a class A meltdown at your last 'clip and bob.' That can happen when the horns and tail get too long and strong and you are getting used to them. I assume that was it."

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry the words out about your fruitcake of a little sister. But Yeah, it all got too much. Especially after Deb and Mum were casually going on about being hookers and killing people. And that lights my fire of all things. And then the friggin friggin machine about overdid it and knocked me into a little OD. So, yeah, no, an average day in the life of your teenage monster slut."

"Ouch. Isn't it wild that the 'real world' is so totally fucking unreal."

"You said it. But I'm sort of okay now. So what is this thing you want me to do? I can bet it's naughty."

"Tanith, I don't just do naughty. This promises to be fucking evil. With a strong emphasis on the 'fucking.'"

Tanith looked around at the happy families gobbling their frankfurters. Could anyone overhear their very 'frank' conversation. If these genteel folks only knew.

"Salleth, you and I know you have a rep. Maybe even a nasty. Okay, I get that. Now I'm learning and I understand why you did what you did and got yourself locked up. If Mum hadn't kept me ignorant and so secretly well-fed and on the straight and narrow, I would have followed you right down that path. You have no idea how much I enjoy fucking. And sucking a thick cock with loaded balls. Well, no... yes, you have a fine idea of what that is. And, damn it, so does Mum. The stories she and Deboreth traded at the salon...."

"Yeah, I know. It's just that she noticed real early that you were real smart, and were just the right person to groom to follow in her footsteps. Take over the clinic. Make it bigger and better one day. Good on you. That's so not me, though."

Tanith put her hand on her sister's. "Oh, Sal. You are who you are. And you give me something. Other than spiked drinks that have my clit sensing the immediate neighborhood for willing members. No, really, You give me permission to own all the sex in me. It's liberating and I love you."

"I love you too, lil' sis. It's good to be grownups together. And that's why I wanted to give you this special treat. Yes, it is 'out of bounds.' But I'll tell you a dirty secret. I would bet dimes to dollars that the majority of our sisters at one time or another have visited the 'floating' club I want to take you to. And it wouldn't continue to exist if the 'authorities' didn't turn a blind eye. Fuck it, maybe they get a cut of the action."

Hmm, this club sounded like a place that could be really... dangerous... fun... life changing?

"Let's go sit on the beach."

Is there anything strange about sitting on an old piece of driftwood, naked from the waist down, beside your older sister, as you both fill your vulvas with very special dildos and don't stop frigging yourselves until you are screaming into the ocean breeze, while squeezing the special elixir from your devices deep inside you?

Then maybe you can lie side by side on a big towel, smoking something you shouldn't and talking about the special party big sis has planned.

"So what should I wear to this special do? Is it formal? Is this a classy club?"

"Classy? Nah. That's not the word. Though some pretty well-heeled members come there. But for you. Uh uh. Pretty informal. You can show off that hot bod of yours if you want to. But. Here's the thing. You'll want to pick a disguise. Maybe have more than one in mind. Because... trust me... it's better to be anonymous at this place."

"Oh, Salleth, are you going to get me in deep shit? I know you like to live on the edge. And that's fine. I'm really not judging. I get it. A lot of the time I want it. But I also want to be important and successful. So, please. Don't get me in trouble." Tanith put a hand on her sister's and looked deep into her eyes. "Promise?"

"Tan. I have really worked this through. You can trust me on this. This is a club that all of us succubi know and the Organization looks the other way at what goes on there. Oh, they have their rules. But what happens in the Café Festin Gourmand stays at Festin Gourmand."

"But can I trust the staff, and any other dinner guests not to 'tell tales out of school' about me? I don't want to be mean, Salleth, but how do I know you won't get me into trouble?"

"Tan, I promise, promise, promise that I am looking out for you. The only 'staff will be me and Gale, and Deveon and a friend of his to keep order."

"Keep order?"

"Well, the only other people are the...'chefs and servers' presenting you with your meal and they need to be kept 'on schedule and not be too... enthusiastic about presenting their part of the "Menu Dégustation,"

"The what now? The Menu disgusting. I'm getting doubts about this meal. Is it one of those things where you eat crickets and earthworms, except this would be something we could eat like bull balls and fish sperm? That could be not horrible since I already did something like that with Deveon."

"Nuh no. This is a very special feast; but more like an 'all you can eat' thing. So, no candles and white tablecloths. And why you don't need to dress up. But still, it is curated to give you a complete experience. And, in the spirit of fun, and to guaranteed your reputation is solid at work and school; you might want to think about shape shifting a little just to keep your anonymity. Might even think about several ways you might want to appear to your... dinner partners."

"Wait. You said nothing but friends and chefs aka servers."

"Yeah, well, they are also sort of your dinner partners. You'll see. Trust me, you'll more than love it."

"Salleth, I love you a lot, but the 'trust me' part is... well, let's just say it's new territory. And it sounds exciting and... different. And I know if Deveon is there he will look out for me."

"Yes he will. And... well, I don't want to spoil the surprise... but here's the menu. It might change a little; but this is pretty much it. Of course, some of it depends on you. You might get full, or... tipsy... before the last course. We have to pace your meal to make sure you don't...."

"Barf?"

"Not exactly. More like... well, it's hard to describe. But some of these dishes are so yummy you might... overindulge. Don't worry, we will keep it coming, but in a way that you can handle. And we know you can 'hold your own.' Here, this is the working menu...."

"Menu Dégustation,"

Finger Bowl

Strawberry Amuse Bouche

Nuts To Soup

SAlads

Entrée Principale

Entrée De Service

The Men Course

Boston Creampie With Cherry, On Top

Chocolate Ass Cream

Nightcap With Chaser

"Wow, Salleth, those are a lot of courses. And those funny 'wrong' spellings... they sound so Exotic. Are these like those tiny little foamy things with a little something to 'flirt with the tastebuds..'.?"

"Nope. Like I said. That would be a gourmet dinner. This is a gourmand feast. Lot's of everything. But flavorful... oh yes."

"O... K. Looking forward to it. I guess...."

"You'll love it."

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Despite what Salleth had said, Tanith spent quite a bit of time choosing her outfit. Actually, her sister had given her almost no clue. Normally, if she was going to a 'backyard' party where everyone was wolfing down barbecue and other big pieces of meat, corn on the cob, stuff like that she would wear jeans and a comfortable scoop-neck blouse, even though she would not be joining in the feast. Stuff that said, "I don't give a shit if I get gravy and grease and sauce on this." But Salleth had said 'no pants', so that meant something old and comfortable and loose. She settled on a muu muu she had bought on a Cancun trip once when her figure had just become the curvy thing it was now and she was self-conscious about guys looking at her. Oh, she liked to wear her bikini, but it was nice to cover up, too.

Strappy Greek sandals. Hair pulled up and wrapped in a bandana scarf. There.

She studied herself in the full-length mirror. How about her 'disguise persona'?

Something balked. She didn't really want to be someone else. She was finally feeling good about being herself. But it could be fun to play with...

How about just a bit lighter hair color? Tipped so the blond bits caught the light. And maybe really startling pale blue eyes? Yeah. The effect of that was great. Nose just a bit more turned up at the end and upper lip with a deep groove. A tiny bit 'Kardashian.'

Yeah. She was her, but really someone else. Piercings? Nah. Those were permanent. Ah. A temporary tattoo of a dragon that kind of wound around her neck and whose tail dove into her cleavage. Yeah. Perfect. Ta da. And what was her name? Hmm. Something a little bit 'dirty', maybe... Jezebel? Too much. Salome? Too much like Salami. Mimi? Too cutesy. Ah, Jade. Yep, perfect. Jade Blackwell. Done.

Tanith had said she wouldn't need a bag. "The staff would take care of her." But what woman goes out without a bag? So, just her straw beach bag with some touchup makeup and a couple of gummies if she needed something other than this gourmet... no, gourmand meal.

She headed for the club.

Of course it wasn't obviously a club. A big Victorian house pretty far back on a big lot with lots of trees. Still, lots of places to park, though nobody seemed to be parked there much. Deveon's beauty of a lavender Corvette. That must be Salleth's vintage Rav-4. Gale's Tesla. Someone's vintage Mercedes convertible.

Both Salleth and Gale met her at the door. Funny. They were both dressed in Tuxedo's. White box tie. White gloves. Classy.

"What's this? You said 'dress down..'.?"

"Dignity, Tan, dignity from us. And I like your look. Just a little bit sassy. Your partners should love it, young or old."

"Partners?"

"Dinner companions."

"Plural?"

"Very plural. Different peeps with every course."

"Whoa. That could be quite a workout. Figuring out what to say to a different guy every few minutes. A bit exhausting."

"Definitely exhausting. But you won't be talking a lot. You'll be 'concentrating on your dinner.' And these guys may prefer talking to each other, kind of to... coordinate things."

"Like what I might want to eat next?"

"Exactly."

Gale and Salleth had led Tanith back along a dim corridor lit by sconces and decorated with... wait... big paintings of people 'partying' in all sorts of different 'postures.' Some of them were good reproductions of the murals in Pompeii. Others fine prints in the 'shunga' Japanese style. An Egon Schiele. A Mappelthorpe photo of a striking dark man with a very impressive..."

"Here we are!"

Tanith's sisters led her into a big room that would be perfect in any traditional male 'university club.' Dark paneled walls with good art of race horses and cattle with giant horns. Large 'classic' paintings of narrative scenes featuring women wearing almost nothing and men in uniform or startling costumes. Animal heads: A lion, a tiger, a giant buffalo.

Sexy jazz was playing low.

Not a table with tablecloth to be seen. Lots of leather. Big overstuffed chairs. Ottomans. Thick sofas, all in gleaming mahogany leather. And some odd pieces that looked like they really belonged in an old-fashioned gym. Some of them had straps on them.

Standing on either side of a well-stocked bar were two men, also in full tuxedos. One was Deveon, startlingly handsome in his deep royal blue tux. The other was.... Tanith's heart sped up. This man had tight curly hair with interesting streaks of blond. His face was a a rich ebony with hints of mahogany. Only the palms of his hands were beautiful and pale. Tanith had a deep urge to be touched by those hands. His eyes met hers and held them

"Tanith, you know Deveon, of course. And this is Areon. Dr. Areon Slane. He works at the women's fertility clinic with Deveon. Maybe a surprise you haven't met."

"Definitely." Tanith wasn't sure of her voice. "I would have no trouble remembering meeting... Dr. Slane. Are you my... date... tonight? Doctor?"

"Sadly, no." The voice was James Earl Jones mellow. "I'm here to ensure that you have a fine... safe... repast. Though I do hope we can enjoy each other's company another time." He took her hand and there was electricity. Tanith was quietly ready to leave there at that moment and go anywhere with Areon, but she knew she mustn't, because her sisters had worked hard to make the meal, and because it was obvious in every part of her body that she would do her best to be impregnated by Areon as quickly as possible.

Funny, but she had always assumed that it would be the incubus next to him who would be the father of her first child. But not now. Sad, but sweet.

"Dr. Slane."

"Areon."

"Areon, let's get together for lunch soon. I would love to pick your brains about the best courses to take to be really prepared to make a mark in our business."

"It would be my pleasure. You're in the company directory now?"

"Yuh. Though I head off the college in a few days. Doesn't matter. You can always reach me." That last sentence felt freighted. Not just a statement but a promise.

Gale had taken her elbow. "Tanith, it's time to start your feast."

"Is there a dining hall?"

"No, everything happens here. Well, except for this first amenity. You may have seen or heard of 'finger bowls.' Some people, not familiar, assume they are some kind of soup. But no, they are conveniences that allow the diner to bathe their hands and mouth before eating or between courses."

Gale was leading her toward a lighted alcove in the corner of the elegant room.

"In this case, it is more than your hands that are being cleansed, since that is not how we eat. And it is not your fingers that do the cleaning. So, here we are. These gentlemen will help you with this lovely first step in your feast. In a bit I will return and take you to your first course, the amuse bouche."

"Hey, what does that mean?"

"Hmm, 'delight the mouth.'" Let me help you remove your dress.

"Really?"

"Yes, of course. Oh, bra and panties too."

"Really?"

"Well, these men must do their job."

"O... K." Tanith turned into the little alcove and was surprised to see three very androgynous men clad in nothing but deep maroon thongs. None of the men was young, but they were very trim, hairless, and elegant; creatures one might expect to find in Cleopatra's boudoir. They were inviting her to sit in a graceful chair that appeared moulded to fit a body, with, of all things, a small drain in the middle of the seat.

The gentlemen helped her sit, and she was charmed that each of them sported a slightly different scent: One was sandalwood, another pine, the third had a cinnamon aura. The combination was enchanting. And it didn't hurt that each of them was very fit, with firm shoulders, tight buttocks, and delightful bulges within those purple thongs.

Once seated, her chair tilted back and Tanith became fully aware that she was stark naked, lying back, legs spread with her private area fully exposed. Something about the curve of the headrest encouraged her mouth to open. A quiet, mellow voice was speaking next to her ear.

"Now, you may relax, my dear. We are here to take care of you. To be ready for your feast we will cleanse you nicely with a special emollient that heightens the flavor of all you will consume and imbibe tonight. We call this the 'fingerbowl' because, in the tradition of great meals, we servants will offer a lady a bowl of warm, cleansing liquid, often delightfully scented. A lady often has access to the fingerbowl just before the repast, and between courses; where she can cleanse her hands, and her mouth to her satisfaction. Each of us has trained hands, is a licensed masseur, and can apply this emollient to best purpose to all orifices a lady might use to consume her meal. So you may close your eyes, or leave them open, as you wish, and we will begin. The oral solution you may swallow or expel into this ready dish. Shall we begin?"

"Uh... okay."

One of the 'creatures' stood directly behind her head and took her neck in the palms of both hands; pulled her head toward him so her scalp pressed hard against the firm rod hidden inside his thong. Thumbs and fingers began massaging her earlobes. She felt her nipples tighten, a squeezing in several places at once in her lower regions.

"Yesss, that's very good. So natural. Now let yourself open and enjoy. Relax your mouth and I will massage the curve of your jaw so it will function beautifully."

That happened and her mouth fell naturally open.

"Shall we see your tongue?"

Impudently, Tanith stuck it out.

"Yes, a marvelous instrument. How far can you... ooh, that is quite remarkable. And if my finger is just here in your mouth can your tongue...? Oh my, you are a talented young lady. I've never seen a tongue that could wrap and grip quite so well. I almost can't pull my finger away. And suppose you wanted to tickle the tip of it? My, that is remarkable. So fast I can hardly see it. Your lips? Goodness, aren't we strong? This bouche could certainly amuse anyone you chose to favor. Well. Perhaps my partner can use his fingers to cleanse other lips of yours. Marcel?"

The fingers that had surrounded her one of her nipples, rolling it gently until it supplied its own natural moisture, withdrew and reappeared on her thigh.

The other hand held a beautiful blue cloisonné bowl; something both liquid and viscous. His fingers stirred the liquid sensually, so the sound was a little obscene. A lapping. But there was no pretense that this was a massage. Long, tapered fingers scooped up a generous dollop of the slippery stuff and lifted it dripping across Tanith's hip and belly, through the abundant hair on her mons and drizzled it onto the lips below.

"I will cleanse you now." The long fingers swirled in a graceful motion, spreading apart Tanith's undulating labial folds, which writhed a little at the touch.

There was that 'out of body' experience she was beginning to recognize; one part of her mind amazed at finding 'college freshmen' Tanith de Nocht naked and spread-eagle in a custom chair while three strange 'ambisexual' total strangers caressed her most intimate regions with total confidence that this was what she most wanted.

And while part of her brain was shouting, "What the fuck?" another part, and it seemed, her whole body, was saying, "Yes! This is exactly what I want and need. Do this. Open me. Get all of me totally aroused."

They were succeeding. Those practiced, talented fingers were reaching way in and massaging the tissues that, in turn, could squeeze and 'thank' them, tugging playfully on the fingertips as they withdrew, slick labia wrapping around them and holding for a moment. The touch, at once firm and gentle, activating the power of her clitoris; so her hips insisted on lifting to it; her pulsing vagina opening to 'say ah.'

Ass opening too, and just like that, even as the other tweaked her tight nipples, moist fingers pushed into her tighter opening, stretching it wider. Reaching in to caress the flexing tunnel.

"Oh, yes, my dear. You will truly enjoy your feast. We can see that your appetite is strong and you will want to consume all of every dish if at all possible. Beautiful. Take it, now, take it."

Tanith felt her back-opening squeeze tight around three fingers, tugging off the soothing liquid.

"Now we return to your lips and tongue, my dear. Oh, yes! You have strength in that tongue; you have power in those lips. No. None will resist you tonight, though they have been instructed to try. No, not for long. They will give it away and faint with the effort of it. That's a good girl. Take my nectar. Suck it deep like a good little bird. Refresh yourself. Yes. Now you are ready for the first course. And we can retire. If you are pleased, then rate us well when the time comes. We depend on it.

Tanith found herself alone, sitting up, feeling very refreshed in all her openings.

Salleth and Gale were waiting on either side of the portal to the main room. They each extended a hand and helped her up. But she was far from wobbly. Instead, she was delightfully hungry.

"Ready for the amuse bouche?" Salleth was smiling. "Your color is high, so I assume that was a good 'set-up'?"

"Definitely."

"So come over here and settle in this comfortable chair."

It was a nice enough chair. Well-padded leather like all the rest of them. In another little alcove all by itself. The only thing odd was that it had a curve scooped out of the front of the seat. Tanith sat. It was comfortable enough. Would they bring a tray table for her meal? Did she have to remain naked?

"We will put an ottoman here on each side so two of your attendants can easily reach you. And here in front is the stool for your third attendant. This 'appetizer' is called an amuse bouche because it 'tickles' the palate; gets the mouths ready for more serious fare. In this case it will tickle the palate of your attendants as well as your own. And here they are."

Gale led up three senior Asian gentlemen in long robes. Colorful silk. Two of the men had dapper beards. Goatees, mustaches that bristled, chin tags. Each handed his robe to Gale. The unbearded one sat on the stool facing Tanith. He had large red testicles but his penis was a small button on top. The two bearded gents sat on the ottomans facing in profile toward Tanith. Gale and Salleth dripped a liquid into the lap of each man. The man in front of her began stroking his own penis with the slippery liquid. Gale and Salleth took Tanith's fingers and wrapped them around the testicles of each of the mature gentlemen beside her. Each took hold of his own stiff but modest organ and began to stroke with vigor.

Once they had found a comfortable stroking rhythm each of the two bearded gents reached over and lifted Tanith's breasts to his eager mouth; a couple of hungry baby birds. Soon they were sucking her nipples with enthusiasm while their manicured hands worked their slippery rods.

The man opposite, lined face already flushed with the effort of working his meat, sought to hold her gaze.

Now warm senior hands slid down the insides of her thighs slick with oil dripped by Gale. Old, sure fingers from two sides slid neatly into her openings and stirred. Slow, steady. While hot mouths with tickling whiskers still consumed her nipples. The fire rose in her. The odor of man-spunk intrigued her nostrils. Her 'servers' began to groan with their own efforts. Under her sure fingers those mature balls grew tight, and she could feel the release coming soon for both men. Their sucking on her nipples was almost cruel, tugging from her the juice that intoxicates mortals. The drunken energy from them infected their companion opposite her. His hand was fierce on his small member; the need to give her his seed in his hungry eyes.

His mouth opened wide as the orgasm hit.

In a second he was on his feet and standing between her thighs, hips pressed tight against her face as everything he had pumped deep into her throat. It was lovely, easy duty, since his small tight pecker fit neatly in her mouth. No feeling of choking. Easily wrapping her tongue around him as his balls unloaded.

And at the same time his two partners could not help but release. It was sweet and easy to strip the teaspoon of cream from each man into her palms. In gratitude she was able to let go of some of her own honey, bathing their fingers.

And as the two bearded gentlemen came up for air, releasing her throbbing nipples, she was able to bring their small sweet offering to her lips, appetite already whetted by the gift of their companion.

Tanith leaned back, licking her lips, tasting the mingling flavor of three vintage males, just enough to start her engines and make her eager for more.

As the gentlemen began to doze after their efforts her sisters each stepped in and gave her a hungry kiss, sharing just a bit of her amuse bouche. And in gratitude for their kind service she offered each a palm which they happily licked clean.

"Well, sis, we hope you are primed for the real meal to come. Here, swallow this drink of sparklie. We know you want to savor your opening snack, but this is essential if you wish to stay healthy."

Tanith took the glass swimming with effervescent green specks and downed it gladly.

Now for 'Nuts to Soup.' Prepare to meet your next set of servers.

Tanith was enjoying the strange mixed feeling of the semen finding its way into her body making all her 'parts' lightly throb; even as the cooling drink opened her eyes and slightly cleared her head of the lovely 'purple fog.'

Gale and Salleth led Tanith across the room to a small leather platform about hip high. At one end It had something much like the head rest for a massage table. But attached to that was a silver bowl containing a pale green milky liquid. The other end of the 'table' seemed to have a split down the middle.

"Gale? Sal? What is this strange contraption? Am I getting a massage?"

Salleth made and impish face.

"Mmm, no. This is where you enjoy your next course. Though you guessed right; you will be taking this meal... initially... horizontally. And these young men lined up over here will be your servers."

There was a row of healthy looking young men along the window, all in identical Japanese-style robes though the men themselves were quite different. They seemed to be arranged by height and age, though they were all quite young. Their bodies appeared to grow more muscular from the shortest to the tallest. All looked a bit flushed, like they were primed for a competition.

Gale introduced the men with a sweeping gesture.

"Each will provide an ingredient in your next dish... your soup. It will be collected and mixed in this bowl here which already contains a base of what we call 'ocean stock.' You may taste it if you like...."

Salleth dipped a long-handled spoon into the bowl and brought a bit to Tanith's lips.

"Mm. Nice. A little salty. A little fishy. Tastes of the ocean. Kind of cool, though."

"Yes, well it will warm up some as each new ingredient is added. It is important that you help the server contribute his bit to the bowl. We want to try to add all seven ingredients as quickly as we can. Gale and I will help prep the servers so they are absolutely ready to add their part."

Hmm, how was she supposed to 'help?' Surely the caterers already knew their recipes cold, or warm, or hot. But then, this was not a meal for a mortal. She had already had 'courses' that were nothing like those even in very rare restaurants for ordinary humans.

"What?"

"Quickly. You need to lie down now. Rest your head in the rest, that's it. One leg each here and here. That's good. I will adjust this so you can press the soles of your feet against these. You got it? Hmm. Okay, I think we're ready. Be prepared for each server to arrive fairly fast; one right after the other. Gale, is the first one ready and the second one primed?"

Tanith turned her head to see and was surprised to discover Gale on her knees. The first young man's robe was open and Gale had his wet cock in her mouth and was stroking him vigorously.

"Go!" She moved to her left where the second guy had opened his robe and was already erect.

Meanwhile the first one scooted to the foot of Tanith's 'table.' Salleth pulled a lever and Tanith's legs spread wide.

"Go!"

Without ceremony the guys stepped between Tanith's legs and drove his cock home and began pumping hard, his face red with the effort.

Salleth came to stand by Tanith's head, whispering in her ear.

"He should cum real soon. He's a greenhorn. But he mustn't come in your pussy. When he is almost there he pulls out and we close you up and he moves up to straddle your face. Please take his balls in your mouth and caress them until he groans and empties in the bowl above your head. Got it?"

"Uh yeeuh. I mean. Weird and we could just put the bowl on my belly, or just let them...."

"Shhh, shh, shh, here he is."

The young man stepped back. Legs clapped shut and he had slid forward until he straddled her face. His testicles were already so tight, she didn't have much time to enjoy the feel of them on her tongue when two things happened at once. The man on her face began to shudder and groan. Her legs spread wide again and a new, slightly thicker cock was reaming her for all he was worth.

She felt and heard Server One empty into the bowl and then he was gone.

A stocky guy with curly hair bangs falling in his eyes was pumping into her like mad. Suddenly his mouth and eyes went wide and he was squeezing his rod as the table closed and he rubbed up her body until his fuzzy nuts were deep in her mouth. As she sucked them down they squeezed tight and in seconds her second server was emptying into the bowl even as her third server was driving in with a long thin penis.

He was making funny noises and his eyes were crazy.

"Hurry! A word from Gale who was kneeling, holding a cock in each hand.

"Oh, okay, I'm ready." His nuts were small but very tight and the scream he emitted as he unloaded was ear piercing.

Tanith was already dealing with the thick, shorter plug of Server Four. This one needed to dance and grind in order to get it, and Tanith herself began to heat up. Her pussy lips wanted to hold this one, but Salleth swatted his ass and he leaped over Tanith's tits and planted his cojones firmly in her mouth and ground them against her lips as he slammed his meat fast enough to coax an eruption.

Tanith was already dealing with Number Five, a very long dude and she would have been perfectly happy to have his juice bathe her A-spot deep inside. But both Salleth and Gale dragged him along until his fragrant sack was over Tanith's lips. Curiously, it took some tongue caressing until she felt the rumble in his nads and then he was shooting over her head with a gasping moan. Even as Server Six slowly slid inside her well-lubricated pussy. Quite nice because the dude's pecker had an upward arc to it, and it was doing a fine job of stroking her g-spot.

Tanith herself was gone for a moment. As he pulled out like a good boy following Salleth's instructions, she anointed him with her own spoor. Maybe that sparked him because that curvy cock was fountaining its spunk in a lovely arc into the bowl with barely a lick from her on his nuts. But perhaps it was good that his sack was not in her mouth because Number Seven charged in like a tropical storm. And he was large.

And he knew that he could take his time now, driving all the way home and churning there. Did he know she was a succubus and could take everything he had, and then some? This guy was big, middle eastern, lovely warm tan, fierce beard, flashing eyes. Tanith was in no hurry to empty him out. This is what she was made for.

"You like this? I like this. Maybe I will forget the stupid bowl and empty my balls deep in your hot cunt. You like that? I can see you love that. Give me some. Give me some back you hot red bitch. Yes, you like that when I insult you. You want all my jizz? Maybe you want my baby. Oh! Oh yes. Here it is. I'm going to give it all to you. Right..."

Gale grabbed the bowl above Tanith's head. Salleth slid a hand down the man's ass and deep into it, tickling his prostate fiercely, just as Gale pushed him backward and grabbed his cock, pointing it toward the bowl where it emptied fully and completely.

"Tanith, will you miss licking this one's balls? It is part of your dinner."

"That's okay. But thank you, sir. You gave me a very nice reaming. And now I have my next course with your last 'secret ingredient.' Have a nice evening."

Deveon and Areon appeared and led the reluctant gent away. Gale offered Tanith a light robe. Salleth materialized a small round table and a folding chair.

"Tan, do you want a spoon? Some prefer just to pick up the bowl and... enjoy."

"How about three spoons... unless you... my guests, would prefer just to pass the bowl from one to another? Please join me."

Salleth and Gale exchanged a look.

"Spoons," they said in unison. "Let's take our time."

Deveon brought two more chairs and the sisters sat amiably together.

Tanith twirled her spoon into the milky mix.

"Hmm, worthy of James Bond, bot stirred and shaken. And as tasty a cocktail as one would want to discover in a soup bowl. Dig in, ladies."

They made sort work of the dish. After all, even with seven 'ingredients' it was light fare. But enough to get tongues licking lips. Tanith even accidentally spilled some in her lap. Didn't even need a napkin.

Salleth stood, only slightly starry-eyed. "Well, Tan, that was your Soup From Nuts, now it is time for your SAlads."

"My what then?"

"Your Sah lads. 'S' 'A' Lads, two of them, straight from San Antonio." Salleth lifted and waved a hand and Copland's 'Rodeo' was playing on hidden speakers. There was a mad stomping just out of sight and then a loud, "Yee hah!"

"Turn your chair around, hon. Spread your legs. Let them see your good stuff."

Two very healthy young men came galloping into the room in time to the music. They wore red cowboy hats, tooled leather vests. Gun belts, leather 'chaps' on their legs, and tooled cowboy boots with spurs. And that's all. Their bodies, worthy of a male strip-show, were well oiled. They also, incidentally, sported huge erections. Hat's circling high in one hand. Rods held like the poles of hobby horses in the other.

They circled Tanith like she was a steer they were 'rounding-up.' Then they parked themselves close in front of her and began to beat their meats in earnest. These were impressive instruments, thick and swollen and shiny with oil. It was easy for Tanith to hear the slapping of bare flesh, the hard panting of each man as he worked mightily to get off. Maybe they had rehearsed because it didn't take them long. And they were right there together, checking in with each other, big smiles, eyes flashing.

Tanith was intoxicated. There was no pretense about their rapt attention to her open vulva. Though they never touched her she could tell by each man's eyes that he was 'thinking his cock' deep inside her. His mouth was surrounding her erect nipples. If she had wanted to cover up and be shy, she couldn't. Something had been triggered. She still had the rich taste of the soup on her tongue. That magic liquid had sparked her growing succubus hunger. And it didn't hurt that Gale and Salleth were sitting right behind her, cheering the cowboys on.

"Come on, big boy, give it to me. Oh, you're so nice and hard. I can taste you from here. Faster! Harder! Give our girl everything you've got! Put it right in her!"

The air was electric and they didn't last long. Each man's mouth was open wide as he let out a startling whoop. And then these two dudes stepped in close, straddling each of Tanith's legs; warm balls scrubbing her thighs, hands frantic. Long, long groans. And then ropes of rich white cum glued themselves to her pussy, belly, breasts, and face.

Each man shook off hard and, cock in hand, galloped off to 'Boot Scoot Boogie.'

Gale reached a hand over Tanith shoulder holding a pretty object that looked like a butter knife with a bit of a hollow in the blade.

"Here you go, Tan. A strigil. Based on the ones the Roman athletes used to swipe sweat and oil off after a contest. Enjoy. Unless you want us to do it for you...?"

"Would you?" Tanith was a bit in Never Never Land. Again, her mind was in two places. One was in this wonderful, strange place enjoying the miracle of having men give empty all their cum for her alone. The other was maybe back at home in her room wondering what the fuck she had just let happen. "A couple of strangers just jizzed all over me. I'm sitting here naked bathed in cum! And I'm about to sit here and calmly eat it off my body. With my sisters, who I hardly know."

There followed a slow, sweet ritual. One of her sisters would take the strigil and carefully drag it up her belly, across her breasts, through the hair on her pussy. And just as calmly offer it to her lips where she would suck the instrument clean, licking out the little hollow with her flexible tongue. Although sometimes she would give a little nod, and Salleth or Gale would take it and do the same, their lips and tongue clearly savoring every drop.

By the time they finished this delicious meal all were pretty giddy. It had its effect. Tanith was not satisfied. The opposite. Some burning deep in her core was impatient for more, and then more. All her senses were telling her there were very horny men very close. She was almost ready to tell her sisters to forget all this foolish 'banquet' play and just give her a couple of really potent men. Let her work them until they were gasping and fading.

"Tanith?"

"Yuh?"

"Here, drink this."

"Why?"

"It'll cool you down... and get you ready for more."

She took a sip. The fire in her core cooled a couple of degrees.

"No."

"Really, you have to."

"Why?"

"It's safer."

"I don't want 'safer.'"

"I know, but you have to."

"Why? I'm strong. I've already proved I can take a lot."

"This here so far is nothing. But enough to tip you over when you take the next couple of courses."

"Must I?"

"It would be very dangerous without it."

"Dangerous?"

"Yup. You could blow up."

"Like explode?"

"Not exactly, more like thin out until you are gone."

"Thin out?"

"Die, Tanith, die. I promised Mum I wouldn't let that happen."

"What? You told Mum?"

Suddenly, Tanith realized she was sitting in a dark room, stark naked, with people watching, and 'hungry' men very close, ready to... ready to....

"Salleth? Gale? Right this minute I almost don't give a shit. I don't know if I want to be Mum's 'golden girl..'. or save the world for all lonely horny succubi. I'm about ready just to fade away. Another of nature's accidents that are better off extinct."

Salleth knelt in front of her, grabbed her face and pulled it close, so they were eye to eye.

"Fine. I get that, Tan. I've felt that way myself many, many times. But here's the thing. I promised myself, and Gale, and Deveon,... and Mum that I would give you the ultimate succubus experience. But, hear me well. If I let you die, or even get permanently addicted, I, personally am doomed. I may be a daughter of Lilith de Nocht; but if I kill you then I am surely dead. No question. The succubus hunters would be on me for the rest of my short life. So, I understand if you want to stop here. We have had some delicious fun...."

Tanith grabbed her sister's hands. "I need to know how strong I am. I need to know what the edge feels like. Surely you can understand that. So. How little of this can I take and still be okay?"

"Dunno. Ask Gale."

"Gale?"

"Drink half of it, Tan. Every suc is different. We can check in after each of the entrées. But you need to be ready for the Men Course."

"Main course."

"Men Course, plural. We can limit it. But it will be intense."

"Intense. Please. Bring on 'intense.'"

"Drink your sparklie."

"K... s'that enough?"

"We'll see. Salleth, is the Entrée Principale very strong?"

"Not as strong as the Entrée De Service. That one drops depth charges."

"So, definitely before him."

"She'll be hungry."

"We'll deal with it. Deveon has signaled that the first entrée is ready."

"Let's go."

They took Tanith to another alcove where there were several interesting pieces of furniture, all leather but in varying sizes and heights.

"So... Tan... how best do you like to get fucked? That is, regular 'fuck you in the vagina' fucking."

"Um, haven't done that much of it. One guy... cowgirl. But...?"

"Yeah?"

"Not so much just face to face missionary... like that."

"Okay. First entrée, good old missionary. I think your server will like that just fine. So, this platform bed should do. And if he wants to stand on the floor, that works. Here, make yourself comfortable."

Tanith exhaled. 'Good old missionary.' A chance to take a break, sort of. No game, no kink, no hurry. Just garden variety fucking. Maybe the next 'donor' would be really cute and she could gaze into his bedroom eyes while he...

Deveon and Areon appeared on either side of a very stocky redheaded guy. HIs face, square shoulders and sturdy freckled legs said 'athlete'; a guy who plays rugby, maybe a wrestler, too. Very determined look. That flushed face and ruddy ears of someone who has hit the Viagra to make sure he is 'fit for battle.' Okay, not a 'cutie', but a man with the right equipment.

Wait.

He had dropped his robe and stood there naked. But that would be a tame word. Because, in the middle of his body was a formidable organ. Not so much long as thick. Very thick. Happily pointing almost straight up.

He gestured to her to sit up.

"I need you to make me ready... bitch."

He stepped to the end of the bed and put a hand around the back of her neck, well tangled in her hair.

"Get it really wet sweetie, so it won't hurt... so much."

Tanith was having fun. This was the best toy she had seen in weeks and it was all hers to play with. On a whim she let her looks morph just a bit more toward the baby doll. Hair all fluffy. eyes googly. Mouth seemingly a petite bow.

"Oh goodness, mister! And you want poor little meee to put that huge monster in my tiny mouth. Oh no!"

"Don't be a baby, baby. That's what you are here for, right? Don't tell me you don't dream of a great thick one like this just ramming its way into your little holes?"

"Oh, but mister, it's so so biiiiig!"

"Come on!" He was pushing the great head of his thing hard against Tanith's lips. She had to discipline herself to continue to play this game, because the scent of his first spoor was really getting her engine going. She was also remembering a certain day. She had got home before her mum on a day where she had sucked some pretty good stuff from a dude with a nice chubby plug for her one-in-thirteen lunch day. She had become curious about what she could actually handle.

So she had stopped by a farm stand and picked up one medium carrot, a thick cucumber, an oversized zucchini, a crookneck squash with a nice hook to it, a small eggplant, and, just for crazies, a small spaghetti squash.

She lined them up on the kitchen bar, Poured a large glass of sparklie seed drink, with ice. Began her experiment.

The carrot went into her mouth and down her throat like a 'piece of cock.' No problem at all. A little tickle at the back. The cuke was a little 'nubbly.' but the thicker end pushed nicely on the insides of her cheeks. The 'zuke' was fun, thick and exciting to slide the whole length of it very slowly down her throat. The yellow squash was bulbous and bumpy and she did the 'pulling the teeth back' thing to get it all in. The twisty part was no fun but it sparked a thought that got her instantly wet. Why not try it there? Slinging her damp panties on the floor she had pushed the thing between her hungry lower lips, and let it hook around until it was pressing impudently against her g-spot while the hooked neck nicely massaged her clit. Leave that there and try the eggplant. Look at that. Lips gradually spreading around the thick purple vegetable. Don't bruise it. Let the tongue relax. Wow. Amazing feeling of fullness. Should she bother with the squash? Pretty ridiculous. And she didn't want to think about how she looked. Still, an experiment is an experiment. Hmm. Most of one end. Experiment complete.

She put the veggies in the fridge with a note that said, "Gift for Marcie." It was true. She and Marcie were talking again. And Marcie was mostly a vegetarian. Except for bearded clams, that is. They had even discussed rooming together at college.

Tanith's mind came back into the room where the sturdy ginger-top man was wiping his knob back and forth across her mouth and cheeks.

"Come on, you little bitch. I know you have more than that. They told me. Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"Oh, but it's so big!"

"Too bad." Tanith allowed her lips slowly to part further and further, letting the bulging head squeeze between them. She used her hands to cup the man's buttocks with strong fingers and slowly dig in; not really caring if she hurt him with her nails; now in a fine position to control his thrusts. Inside her mouth she was beginning to apply real succubus suction on each new millimeter of cock head as her lips pinched down like a soft but firm vice, allowing exactly as much of this swollen head as she wished. Meanwhile, the fine tip of her snaky tongue was playing havoc with his pee-hole.

The irony was that Tanith was eager to start slurping this rod really wet and deep until he was groaning for release. She could just quickly gulp all his thick spunk down her throat and enjoy that tasty treat; moving on to the next course.

But no. She wanted this in her cunt. That was the right word to use with this insulting bastard. She wanted to be well reamed by this thick engine. But why not on her terms?

So it was important to mix his pleasure with some pain. Important for that cock-head to enter her mouth slowly and with pressure. Delightful pressure. Now she was wrapping her tongue around it, squeezing, tickling as she sucked hard.

But at the same time her long fingers were reaching between his legs and pressing firmly upward on his balls, enough to make him shudder and groan; but also thrust more of that thick organ into her mouth.

She took more and more of it slowly, never letting him ram and jam. All the way deep and then slowly, a little bit painfully, pulling it out, the pressure intense. Back deep again. One tight fist grabbing his ass. The other wrapped around his balls.

He was so delightfully hard. So it was time to take him where she needed him.

A last tight suck on the swollen head, causing him to shudder all over. Popping it out of her lips and taking a firm grip on the shaft.

Tanith lifted her knees and tilted her sweet pussy up to meet the head of the device in her hand. For a few moments, despite the face that she was gushing inside with need, she kept her parts tucked in so she had the 'puffy clam' of young virgin.

"Oh no, mister. Are you going to force that 'tree trunk' inside my sweet little pussy? Oh please be careful. Be gentle. This could be my first time."

Tanith took the sensitive purple head in her fist and scrubbed it gently across her pussy lips, spreading them a little and picking up some of the clear liquor she was hiding inside. It took willpower not to jam the thing inside her like a hotrod, working it quickly until it gave up its essence.

But she wanted more from this fool, so she forced herself to take it slow. She bore down, keeping her vagina as tight as possible; making that thick thing work her open.

The man was groaning with each centimeter he entered. And she backed him out and made him do it again. Actually exquisite for both of them. The wonderful pressure on his glans as it pushed against those tight tissues; the wonderful rippling into her as she felt it push her apart. Perhaps she could not keep up this 'farce' much longer. She was getting too wet. Her hips were aching to jam against him and make him drive to the hilt. She could feel the shudder in his legs, the iron tightness in his buttocks as he strained to come in.

Yet slowly, slowly she let him in until his balls crushed against her taint. She held him there. He wanted to jam hard; but then he would come too soon. So she held him deep with her tight hands in his ass, with her tight cunt; grinding it to scratch her deep; with her teeth clamped on his lower lip, her tits crushed against his chest. She was pulling his energy from him; knowing his orgasm would almost use him up.

Tanith turned on The Voice.

"Okay, honey. I need you to fuck me, hard, with this little thing. What do you think? Do you think you can please me? You like my mouth, right? Was it big enough for your little pecker? Oh, come on, you can't fade on me now. I need some serious reaming. Are you ready for this? Can you fill my little cherry? Let's go, big boy. I need a serious pounding."

Very slowly he pulled his cock back until the rim of that giant head tugged hard at her hungry cunt lips. A pause. And then he jammed it back in to the hilt. And slowly out again. And another ramrod.

"Okay, you magnificent fat-cock bastard. It's time to fuck my cunt hard. Can you do that for me? Come on you lazy fucker! Give it all to me!"

Picking up speed.

"Uh... uh... uh... uh... uh.. uh.. uh. Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Oooooooooooooh!"

Yes. This was just where she wanted to go. Her hips rising to meet his on every thrust. Grinding each other. Him churning like a madman. Tanith's talented tissues squeezing and tugging every thrust and retreat.

His face was red. His sweat was spattering on her belly. On each tight grind his balls were like aching rocks. Oh, soon, soon.

Deep in her throat Tanith began to croon like a true succubus. She knew from his expression that her hunger was showing in her eyes, a hunger he could not resist.

"Come! GIVE YOURSELF TO ME! Now!"

His mouth and eyes go wide. A deep groan slowly escapes.

And then his body is thrashing as his hips, out of control, pump everything into Tanith's waiting cunt. Her tissues ripple as they pull every drop of fluid from him. Go on pulling when his balls ache with the effort of it.

"More! I know you have more to give me. Yessss. That's it. Oh, squeeeeze me some more. Come on. I know you can. Yesss."

Tanith knew she had tilted over into full succubus mode. It had barely happened before, maybe that time after her first one-in-thirteen when she was so hungry. Why would she stop caring if a mortal lived or died, as long as she got her feed? But she was lost in it. The sensation of her powerful vagina milking that thick cock from root to knob. Her thighs clamped tight around his hips. Crushing his mouth onto her breast; just giving him back that tiny ooze of succubus milk that she knew would force him to return again and again for the privilege of giving up every drop of his essence until he drifted like a ghost.

His buttocks were squeezing so hard; his body arched as his hips shuddered again and again against hers in reducing spasms until he lay like a dormant seal huffing and huffing until the last iota of energy was gone.

In compassion Tanith kissed the crest of those swear curls on his head, gave him a gentle hug.

He was totally knocked out. So when Deveon and Areon appeared to lift him from her body he was a dead weight, every limb like loose rubber.

They bore him away on their wrists in a 'fireman's chair' his head flopping loose on Deveon's shoulder.

Tanith stretched. She was so content. His abundant juice was seeping into her tissues and she could feel herself beginning to glow. Was she satisfied? Hardly. It was curious how her tongue ached for more. She was already missing the blessing of a man's chest hair against her stiff nipples; the urgency of his hips out of control between her own.

The thought brought Tanith to orgasm. It was so complete. Just her whole body flexing as she felt the current of the manpower just taken flow up and out through her limbs. The tightness in her mouth. The way her head had to push back against the cushion, lifting her whole body, offering her open vulva to the world.

Her turn to snooze, even as she saw her sisters gather beside her with a cool potion.

After a bit she opened her eyes; felt her tongue in her mouth and realized she was hungry for whatever was next.

This surreal feast.

"Here, sis, drink up. You are already just a touch lavender from that guy. He must have given you a good dose. And if you aren't full as a tick and done for the night, your entrée de service is waiting with something quite impressive for you to feed on. Do you need a break?"

Tanith had an idea; a naughty one.

"Where is the Ladies?"

"Right over there. Shall I show you?"

"Uh uh. Thanks Gale. I'm bursting. I'll just run."

A bit strange moving across a big formal room stark naked. But also somehow natural. If anyone was watching they were doing it from the shadows. And the idea that some dude or, better... Areon was watching her tight bouncy ass and bubbly bubs... yeah.

She headed for a stall, taking a sip of her sparklie. Very tasty. A shame to waste it. But,

Most of it went 'down the loo.' She returned to her sisters slurping the dregs from the glass.

"That was a tasty 'pick me up.'" She was actually referring to the tasty man she had just sampled; so she wasn't lying. But, truth be told, she was still 'quite thirsty.' Eager to sample the next course, now that she knew what this dinner was all about.

Salleth was looking at her a bit odd, but getting ready to present her next server.

"So Tan, that last course you really consumed with gusto. I wonder if you will like this one as much. You may be a bit less 'in control.' Come over here to this lovely bench."

It was a unique piece of furniture, a couple of feet wide, a little above hip high; covered, as all the rest with fine mahogany leather. But at one end there were two little leather covered platforms a foot or so from the ground on either side of the 'table.'

"Kneel right here on these. That's right. Now you are nicely spread. And now you can bend forward and lie flat on top. Are your boobs comfortable? I'm going to put your hair in a ponytail. Your server just may want to hold onto it so as to better serve you. Here's a little face cushion if you want to use that during the soft part of the course. Aaaaaand, of course, a generous dollop of lube just where he is going to serve you. And there you are. Server will be along in just a moment."

Tanith was having mixed feelings again. The bench was quite comfortable and the dose from her last server was quite satisfying, and this setup was quite exciting. And yet here she was again wondering how the fuck she ever ended up lying ass up in a big, dark room, full of sperm and sensing the presence of horny men around her, and she was, in many ways, a girl one summer away from high school, who, until a couple of months ago, had never been kissed, much less....

"Here we are. Sorry for the delay, but may we present your next course."

Deveon and Areon were standing on either side of a tall warm-brown man with fierce black eyes and a dark jutting beard surrounding moist red lips. Was he smiling or trying to intimidate her? His black robe quickly disappeared and he stood, hands clasped on his belly. A very smooth mahogany body. Unlike the previous man his cock hung down his leg, way down his leg. This was a seriously lengthy instrument. Uncut. But a rosy knob peeked out of his charcoal foreskin.

He murmured something. Sounded like a middle-eastern tongue; reached down and lifted his weapon in his fist.

"Would you be willing to wet it for him?"

Tanith nodded.

The man was led to the head of the bench. He could easily place his 'business' right in front of her face if she lifted her chin high. He asked something in words she didn't understand, but it hardly mattered. The transaction was simple enough. Open lips and accept cock head. Tasty and tender as it slid out of its sheath, the rosy tone contrasting nicely with the darker tone of his shaft and the dark foreskin. Very pretty.

This one was quiet. And polite. He assumed that she would just moisten the first two or three inches of this formidable rod. And for a while she did that; making him a bit crazy as her prehensile tongue tangled around his sensitive knob. But then again, why not continue? With some slightly obscene slurping Tanith took another three inches and sucked tight on them causing him to groan. And when that ceased to be a novelty she slurped the next three inches, loving the feel of that long instrument in her throat.

Why not a little more? And yet a little more.

And Tanith gripped the man by the hips. Controlled him.

Mellow.

But as she sensed his balls tightening she knew if was time to get to the rest of the serving.

She pushed him away. Peered up at his disappointed face. Okay, she had just deprived him of the best blowjob of his life. But now it was time for him to prove his mettle.

She smiles, Gestures her head over her shoulder. Raises and tilts her ass so everything between her plump cheeks is exposed, moist, inviting.

Gently, but firmly holding his long cock in one slick hand, she guides him back to where the real action is. She delights in feeling his sinewy thighs with their slightly rough hair press on the insides of her thighs. She can even feel the heat from his hips. And of course her succubus sense is feeling all his need. And she will not be kind. She wants it all. Perhaps this man has thought himself a master of women. Surely the formidably long instrument has caused some to cry out. But he will find himself surprised to be the one whose voice has lost control.

For a moment she allows him to contemplate his 'quarry.' Perhaps he is eager to ignore his instructions and place that dripping uncut head between the lips of that beautiful vulva that amazes him by writhing quietly, the lips opening and closing in invitation. Tanith is willing to allow him to be aroused by this vision. In fact, she does more. She reaches back and drags his sensitive glans up those slippery lips; dipping it deep enough to pick up her (un)natural lubrication; dragging it across the ripe bud of her clit, causing her to croon a little with the goodness of it.

But no, now he is wet enough, with her slick, his slick, and her magic spit to make him so ready.

And she puts the rosy head against her tight pucker, now widening in invitation. Able, like the lips below, like no human, to ripple in anticipation. To invite. To open.

Perhaps he is so ready to jam in there like a wild ram. But she will not allow it. She lets the thickening head enter, then stops it. Enjoying the new fullness just there. Squeezing. Tugging against him, so that he must groan.

And then, all under her control, letting him slowly, slowly enter. Tight. But slick. Caressing it as it comes in. So that his balls ache and a little of his treasure escapes. So she must squeeze his nut brown testicles and murmur, "No no, not yet."

Deeper, and yet deeper. No other lover has let him go in like this without crying, without stopping him, pulling back with jerky hesitation. Oh, she could tease him. She does make him pull out a little. But it is so she can squeeze against the lip of his head. And she is not silent. But it is not a wistful moan. It is a hungry growl that vibrates to the root of his balls.

Then in again, encouraging him to twist and grind, rubbing all flexing surfaces deep in there. Thanking him with generous caresses of her enchanted inner tissues.

Deep. Even deeper. Deeper still. And now she is greedy, because that deep she has a sensory spot much like that of a man. And when it is stroked her body begins to flex and pop, her hips crane up like a mad alley-cat. And she must force herself back against him, so the rough hair on his body is delighting her inner thighs and the deep cheeks of her ass, the more tender flesh where his rod enters and spreads.

Now she can make him pull out, slowly, oh so slowly, gripping every millimeter of the way, so he his gasping hard and groaning; until all that long thing has pulled almost all the way out until the swollen edge tugs against her tight rim.

And in. Faster now. Him more eager. She more hungry. All the way to the hilt.

And another slow retreat. And again. And again.

And now Tanith allows herself to drift to a wonderful warm but exciting place. The gift promised coming soon. But not yet. Not yet. And somehow she is the Tanith she once was. An innocent. Surprised that a grown man wants to enter her. And to put his thing there. And to take her in this way. And his hands on her hips are owning her. And she wants him. She wants this. The incredible too muchness of it.

Another charge. Stronger now. All the way. And now, delightfully, Tanith can feel him getting ready lo lose himself. He thinks he is in charge. But she knows she has the power to milk him just as she wants. As he wants, but more. More than he knows.

So now the piston of him is driving in fast. As she is making him feel every iota. And inside his balls are beginning to ache and jangle. And now they are controlling him. She is controlling them.

And she begins her siren song.

It penetrates his ears, even his heart as deep as his cock buries in her ass. He is groaning now, and roaring. And his trusts are out of control.

"Now."

Tanith's voice is quiet, but it is a command.

The seed deep in his body must spew forth, taking so much rich cream with it. And Tanith's talented fingertips are caressing it from his sack. And his primed body, every muscle, is firing it out of him. And Tanith's magic inner muscles are milking it from him. And her voice!

"More now! More, darling! No, you mustn't stop. I must have everything. Yesss. That's a good boy. Fill me! Fill me now! More! No, still more!"

The man on her back is a raging puppet, helpless to keep his hips from thrusting, his testicles from squeezing and slamming into her ass, every drop aching from the tip of his well-used penis until it is dry and limp as a used condom.

He would have fallen if Deveon and Areon had not been right there to take him by arms and waist and lead him staggering away where, hopefully, after several days of good rest and nutrition, he could perform simple tasks again.

Something that Tanith did not notice, because she was inwardly lost in a state of pure ecstasy, was the flushed faces of the two incubi, leading the mortal away, and that each incubus was sporting an uncomfortable erection, with nostrils flaring in hunger for the young succubus, but stlli working hard, so hard, to stay cool.

Curiously, Tanith's two sisters slouched on a nearby bench were not so cool; bodies jerking out of control as the dildo-like 'hotrods' did their calming but satisfying work, It was clear to them even if it had not dawned on Tanith herself, that this neophite succubus sister might be One Of The Great Ones, with a power and stamina rarely seen among Others.

On the other hand, Tanith herself was feeling very light-headed, in fact light completely in spirit, but also filled with a powerful new hunger, a hunter's hunger that was fed by the strong sense of nearby men, ripe men, every single one eager to feed... her. And despite the joy that filled her from head to soles, she was eager, so eager, to begin this new feast.

But something else was growing, a feeling she had never felt before; because she had never been in the presence of this much concentrated male lust. It was curious, because at the fertility clinic and sperm bank there was definitely a sense of dozens of men prepared to spill their seed. But there it was all controlled, ordered, systematic.

Here... here the energy was totally different. The glow of the lust was strong and palpable. Gathering. Concentrated. On her.

Deveon appeared out of nowhere again and took her by the upper arm.

"Tanith, hon. Are you ready for the Men Course? It is being prepared as we speak. So many... ingredients. And you have been chosen to be the... vessel.... where they will be blended. So come right over here. And there is the little matter of how you would best like to be served. This special bench is similar to the one you were just using, but shorter, so you may lie face down and all your portals are readily available to your servers."

This other one is similar except that you would lie face up. So you can see more of the action. So...?

At that moment it didn't really matter to Tanith which position she chose so long as she could feed and feed well. But, for variety, since she had just been face down perhaps face up would be better.

Deveon handed her a tall swirling drink of sparklie

"So, Tan, drink up and I will bring over the foundation of your dinner. Gale and Salleth will soon be here with the topping and sauce and Areon with the side dishes. There are several, so I hope you are hungry, 'cause we will keep them cumming as long as you have an appetite. Bottoms up."

"I thought it was face up."

"Ha ha. Drink. I'll be right back"

Tanith waited until he had walked away, took a few cool sips of the sparklie and then poured the rest into a nearby potted plant. On the one hand she was feeling quite 'full.' But on the other hand she had an 'edge' she didn't want to lose. In fact, despite the slight chill from the drink, she was voracious. Where was her meal? She could feel the heat, the glow coming toward her.

Ah. Yes. A good base. A sturdy guy with a very hairy chest and big smile. Big healthy white teeth. A serious erection of a rod with a nice bend in it. She was ready to drop to her knees and suck that thing to the nuts; but it was already well-oiled. Very perky.

Deveon led the man to the bench and had him lie on his back, feet on the footpads below, legs bent and spread, nice pink balls swelling out from his dark nest of curls, head slightly lower than his hips. Tanith could easily have climbed aboard cowgirl, or mounted him amazon; but that was not the idea.

No, Tanith was helped to lie face up on top of his hairy chest, her thighs lifted and feet in something much like the stirrups of a women's doctor. As she did, in a move of great wonderful weirdness, Deveon positioned the purple head of the man's serious organ at her back door, already slick from her last entrée, and as she lowered herself onto it the man drove it home with little ceremony and began a simple in-out. Tanith rewarded him with a grateful groan. Leaned her head back on his shoulder.

But that was almost cut short by the arrival of Gale leading a muscular Black man by the cock. This was the 'topping,' He quickly positioned himself between Tanith's raised thighs, spread her moist lips neatly with his strong fingers, and again, drove in to the hilt.

This time Tanith gasped as the two men began a very effective pistoning deep into her body. Sometimes the strokes entered together and the feeling of fullness was extreme; but then they slipped out of synch, one and then the other, one fast, the other oh so slow. A thrust. A grind.

"Oh, no!" A wonderful feeling of losing control. Of being well and truly used.

And then Salleth was ushering two very young 'side dishes' to position themselves just next to Tanith's ears. And just that quickly their very stiff young cocks were just brushing her neck as they beat off hard, shiny drips finding her lips and eager for her tongue. The aroma was intoxicating and she couldn't help letting her tongue snake out and wrap first around this slippery cock head and then that one, her fingers gently but urgently massaging tight testicles.

Because they were so young and they had already been 'fluffed' by Salleth, it was very short order before they could hold back no longer. First the curly blond man on the left with the 'pubic' beard moaned, and then erupted urgently toward Tanith's cheek. And Tanith very quickly twisted to take it all on her hollow tongue. But wait, the other dude was only a beat behind and she just managed to swing her face over to catch every thick gob from the rusty freckled young one.

This seemed to trigger something in the man between her legs because his hands were gripping her hipbones almost painfully as he drove in and, red-face and moving with almost spastic jerks he emptied himself as deeply as he could, balls crushing against the cock of the man beneath as loads of cum gushed into Tanith's eager puss.

Tanith could have relished this 'hat trick' as these three filled her; but the man beneath was beginning to writhe into his orgasm. But that was not all.

Simultaneously, two new cocks inserted themselves in her hands and someone tugged her hair back and down so her head was hanging over the edge of the bench. A small but very firm cock jammed itself into her mouth and plunged into her throat. It was not still. It was frantic, the brown man with the hairy belly was in a serious hurry to get it emptied. And before she knew it her mouth and deep throat were filled with his pungent cream.

But two new men to her left and right were slamming dripping cocks against her cheeks; hands in her hair so they could pull her lips this way then that way.

"Take my load! No, take mine!"

A skinny man had arrived between her legs, this one with a lightweight pecker, but he was frantic, jamming it like he had had too much coffee. Grunting and groaning and trying so hard to get it and get it fast.

The guy beneath heaves up into her with a huge growl and she can feel the hot stuff just pulsing and pulsing deep in her back door.

"Me, me, oh please me now." The new man on her left. "Oh come on, bitch I need your hot mouth." And turn and gush. But before that one was done the guy on the opposite side was shooting, and much of it is getting on her cheek and nose and eye. But she tries to get most of it.

"More, I want more."

The man between her legs spurts and he is sweating, panting and gasping, and leaning on one of her knees when a new huge dude with a giant red beard jerks him out of the way and, without ceremony jams a very thick cock into her and lifts her up against his chest while the guy on the bench is dragged out and another with a serious stiffie slides onto the bench and Tanith is dropped ass-foremost onto the new rod and now the two new dudes begin the dp rock and roll.

"More, I want more!"

Tanith is beginning to lose all sense of time and place. So many hands are just pulling and pushing her this way and that, grabbing at each tit, and sticking fingers in her mouth, deep in her hair now is becoming sticky with goo. And there is never a time when a greasy cock is not entering her cunt, her asshole, her mouth, fuck, even her armpits and between her toes.

She senses her crew, hovering just beyond the wolfpack of greedy men." No, I'm not full. I want more."

Perhaps she has a sense that Areon and Deveon, Gale and Salleth are trying to 'curate' the feed and keep these guys a bit in order. But they have lost control and there is even a sense that a couple of chaps who couldn't wait are jamming it to Salleth and Gale who don't seem to mind at all.

A cute young guy with clear green eyes comes in her mouth. A lot.

Delicious. And she wants more. His face kind of crumples as she keep sucking hard on his dick, trying to pull more out of it. The guys have to drag her off him and she is ready to scratch their eyes out.

But after that she is not coherent. A sense that Salleth and Gale together are insisting that she down not one but two whole sparklies. She bats them out of the way.

"Oh, I'm so full. And it's so good. My pussy and my ass and my mouth are just throbbing with f it. I've had so much, but damn, I'm so made for this. I just want more and more. When can I...?"

"Tanith, just chill your jets. You are on the edge of being in danger."

Whispers. "We should call it. She's pale, but is she fading?"

"I don't think so. a little too lavender but I think she's staying with us. Oh, mum will kill us if this ever gets out."

"She better not fade away."

"I think we stopped it just in time."

"Nooo, Salleth! Gale! Don't make me stop! It all just tastes so good now. Maybe one more dish, okay. And I'm feeling so, so greedy.... but please, I'm willing to share.... Can I have my dessert, pleeeease?"

Both Gale and Salleth were shaking their heads. But Deveon and Areon had just arrived with another one that was totally gorgeous. A very young, very pretty white guy with a crooked smile, soft romantic horny eyes, and a mop of gilded curly hair. His cock was in his hand and he was biting his lip. It was the sexiest thing Tanith had ever seen. He was all so eager and shy at the same time. And she could smell his hunger for her the second he laid eyes on her. And his glow! It was the gleaming bright blue of a virgin. Tanith glanced at Gale and Salleth and saw that their nostrils were also tense and wide with hunger for this one.

.

Salleth was actually panting. "Your dessert... Boston Creampie, With A Cherry, On Top."

Tanith could feel her body primping and changing for this one but also returning more closely to exactly who she was. This is a boy she would have died to date in school. The old Tanith wanted to go sit somewhere with him, maybe on a towel on secluded beach. Get to know him; what he likes, his favorite color, what he downloads from spotify. Holding hands. Rubbing shoulders. He is her age, not even twenty. The old Tanith might have been making up dreams about little houses and dogs and.... But he was also the most delicious meal she had ever seen. His body was s... so fresh. Clean smooth muscles. A tiny tuft of hair over his.... Maybe he had never shaved.

The guys were helping him lie down on a low padded table. Adjusting a roller pillow under his neck. Dropping his heels into little hollows in the table. Dripping some oil onto his very pink dick and quietly instructing him to rub it in well.

Tanith was almost crying. For the first time that night she looked at her 'server' and didn't see a meal, or a challenge, or a conquest. She saw a man. Not an ordinary man. He was too beautiful for that. No, so sadly, she knew that this was a body she could have loved. This was a face she could have seen every day at breakfast and never tire of looking at it. Someone to sit with and say nothing. Someone to trade bites on a slice of pizza. Only... damn... she could never eat pizza. She could never date this beautiful boy. She was already cast as superslut in his movie. Her body was dripping with the cum of a dozen random men.

But. No. Make the best of it. Maybe this was his first time, but she was determined to make it sweet and real.

But here were Areon and Deveon taking her by the hands. Helping her mount the table and lower her hips ever so slowly onto the hips of the young man, mounting him cowgirl style like he was her personal pony. But at the last second she pushed his cock flat on his belly and fitted herself neatly on top of it. Holding his deep blue eyes as she slid a little up, a little down. Squeezing inside and around his very hot cock as he gasped out a small, very deep moan.

Ah, there was no hurry. This is what she was made for. And she could be his dream woman. Couldn't help it. Reached inside his mind. Felt her body and face shift, just a little, to be the woman of his dreams. More perfect than perfect. The receiver of a thousand nights of lonely one-handed love.

Yes, love. She leaned down, knowing she was the most intoxicating woman he had ever seen.

"Who are you, my love?"

"I'm... Mike... Michael."

"Where are you from, Michael? You have a cute accent."

"B... oh that's so good... b... Boston." Only he said it more like 'bass' ton. Sweet.

"Oh Michael, my love, I am overjoyed finally to be here with you. I'm your own... your very own... Dawn. Do you love your... Dawn, Michael...? You came all the way from Boston just to be with me, Michael?"

"Y... yes. So much... Dawn. So amazed finally be heah." That New England tongue. Cultivated.

"May I kiss you... Michael?"

"Of coahse."

Tanith lowered her mouth to his. Sweet, lips to lips. All that has passed before forgotten. This was just the two of them. His innocence was the most intoxicating thing she had ever tasted. Of course she wanted more of him. Down below, her talented lips were tasting his earliest liquid offerings. But she was in no hurry. For the moment this was more than enough. Holding the kiss. Not faint, not ferocious. Just deeply locked to each other. And part of his delicious flavor, what made this moment so sweet and so sad, was that she knew, even as she believed herself into the role of being this gorgeous man's long awaited love, she was already saying goodbye. Maybe all through her teen years she had dreamed of someone like this, something like this moment being the beginning of a life with a loving soul. One who could be content, even overjoyed to love only her.

But this one would never wake up with her, see toothpaste on her lower lip, zits and stretchmarks and tampon wrappers in the trash can. So this moment was it. And she put her all into it. Poor Michael, every kiss from every woman blessed to hold him would be compared to this and found wanting. He'd look for her, come to this place and find it deserted. Realize how hopeless it is to love a woman who was all woman and yet just a dump for men's desires.

She put all of that into that kiss and then kissed him down his chest. Tickled his nipples with her magic tongue. Sat up and smiled.

She didn't need her hands to slide him into her. Watching his young face at the incomparable sensation of having one's dick slowly and firmly absorbed by a succubus. Her inner tissues able to hold, squeeze, and caress him. Knowing exactly how to balance the feeling of tight clasp with slippery freedom. Rewarding him with a moan, eyes wet and wide as the head reaches its depth and stirs. Making him know that spot way at the back where her fires burn hotter. Making his hot hands grasp her hips and hold them tight to her even as she begins to move with energy, with a touch of desperation. Needing every inch of him and every eager thrust.

It was delightful to control his coming; letting him get so close and then 'banking down his fires.'

"Michael?"

"Yes?"

"I'm getting mine first. You have to wait. You have to hold back. Do you understand?"

"I... I... I'll try."

"You do that."

And she reaches behind her ass and between his legs, and she grasps his young, full balls, and squeezes them just tight enough that the urgency aches away just a touch. And she begins to ride him hard. All the way out and all the way in. And grind. And grind. And she can feel her face blooming to match his blush. And they are both beaded with dampness. And she can slide against him any way she wants. She can stretch out full length on his body and scrub her hard leaking nipples against his smooth chest. She can slide between his raised legs and fuck him like a man. She can spin around and make him caress her ass. She can lift his legs and ride him Amazon style. A man has never been more thoroughly fucked in his life.

She can squeeze him to hold him back until she is ready.

She thought she was 'playing him' to say she wanted her orgasm first. But she was lying. Because it is the truth. And she has never done this. Always the meal, and then the sizzle. But not this time.

She holds his eyes. She places his hands on her breasts, thumbs on the leaking nipples. She begins her final grinds. She is not quiet. But it isn't the instinctive succubus croon. This is a desperate woman getting her own. It is lonely and hungry and fierce. It is out of control.

In the darkness ahead of her she can see four pairs of eyes. They are a little fearful. She knows they all care for her. She knows she is on an edge. But they also all hunger with her. She can see it in the deep glow that comes from each face, each chest, each groin.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The ecstasy rises out of her even as she gushes all over the man locked underneath her. It is a magic brew.

If he had not been so ready, he is beyond ready now. She no longer has the power to hold him back. Now the croon begins from deep within her as he releases all. And she has the power to keep it coming far beyond where a normal mortal usually finishes his release. She can't help but draw every drop of everything he can give, and more. His beautiful face is growing pale. His orgasm convulses from toenails to follicles. His mouth gasps for more. His eyes roll up. His breathing grows more faint.

"Yes, my love. Come to me. Come now... that's it. Give me more... yes... no, you mustn't stop now."

"But I can't...." His face is bright red, straining.

"Come, darling. I so want all of you. Just a little more. That's right. See, I'm taking everything."

His gorgeous, strong young body is arching upward, straining... lifting her; even as she locks her hips to his, the strong muscles inside puling all of it out of him.

"Oh, you're shaking so. So dedicated to pleasing me."

He is gasping with the effort of giving her every last drop. Tanith falls on his chest, feeling his final gasps as he fades back after making his gift. She is filled with the purest energy she has ever absorbed.

But eight hands are pulling her from Michael. Lifting her away from his warmth.

Four carrying her to a soft bed.

Squeezing her lips open and making her gulp the cool drink.

Allowing her to sleep.

*****

He wasn't dead. Salleth had seen the signs. His glow flaring bright blue and then quickly beginning to fade. She had signaled the team to take him from Tanith before she became a murderer. Filling the young man with the elixir he needed to bring him back. Oh, he would never be the same, weak for quite some time. And his nights, and even his days would be filled with fleeting visions of this perfect creature. His body would ache for this Dawn. He would cry. He would want only to be back in her arms once again, her magic hips churning against his own, giving... giving... giving....

Tanith slept deeply. But she still felt the presence of all those men: so young, so grizzled, so chubby and so lean, pumped and strong, twisted and hairy, gleaming eyes and hungry teeth, and the hands, the hands, the hands, poking and prodding every inch of her; a score of sweaty bodies pressing every hollow of her body. Fading... fading.

And then a second dream. The odd sensation of feeling soft hair on her belly. Seeing the faces of her two redheaded sisters hovering over her hips, eyes a bit wild. Sensing, in that fog of satiation, two expert tongues 'attending to' her swollen nether lips, coaxing from them the 'creampie' leaked overflowing from her dedicated young lover. And then, as though she was a young kitten feeling herself licked all over her body. 'Tidying up' every last spill and crusted droplet of man spoor that coated every nook and cranny.

Tanith woke in the wee hours of the morning imagining she was curled around the warm back of young Michael. No. Nobody. Gone.

Even as her body was humming with the best feeding she could ever imagine her spirit was crying, very very deep. Longing for herself, for the Tanith she could never, ever, ever be.

And then her sisters were there, surrounding her with their arms. Murmuring in her ears.

"Ooh, Tanny, are you okay now? You were pretty far gone. And that last one was so, so pretty. Oh, shh, shh, we're so sorry. Sometimes we all forget that they are real, sweet people we could fall for, live with. Life's unfair to put us and mortals so close and yet so far apart."

"Aren't there some of us who manage it? There must be."

"Maybe a rare few. Maybe a rare succubus finds a guy who is really strong and she takes her milkshakes on the reg, and maybe they have an open marriage, or he 'lets her out' to feed. I can just imagine. She comes back in the wee hours, kind of scaggy, and he fixes her a sparklie and asks how it went. Did she have a hearty meal? And she says, 'Great meal. I blew seven guys while I fucked one. So I'm good for a while. I'm going to get a shower and then let's cuddle.'"

Gale was smiling at this, but Tanith wasn't much.

"I'm sorry, Salleth, but that last guy.... Michael. I just saw a life I never could have. I've had the best meal of my life and yet..."

"Yeah, I wish I could paint a magic picture of how it could be. But there are upsides. You can finish the night with an amazing nightcap... or two. There are a pair of incubi who are practically groaning, they have such blue balls. They both mix up a really tasty drink. You can go home with your head in the clouds. And we have a lycojuice chaser in case you get too broody. What do you say? Do you want to go clean up?"

"I could, but for some reason I don't feel so icky sticky any more. Did you two, like, wash me while I was sleeping?"

Gale and Salleth had funny faces.

"Um... well... yeah, we did kind of clean you up with... some... wipes. So if you are fine with... that, here is your robe. Maybe you can keep it neat... or..."

They led Tanith over to a lovely nook with a real fireplace. Logs were crackling. Some soft R&B was playing. And Deveon and Areon were seated side by side on a comfortable settee. They both wore open vests showing off very fit chests. They wore old-fashioned trousers, the kind that have a flap with buttons to hide the important goods. They looked comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time. It was pretty obvious that their pants were being crowded inside by something that was eager to get out.

Tanith didn't really want to be a tease. But she did want to thank them. So she stood in front of each incubus and took his head in her hands and gave, each a deep, grateful kiss.

"Deveon, thanks for being my wonderful maitre d. Some of those servers were pretty rough characters and you handled them with such grace. And... Areon, I don't mean to slight your help. You were amazing. Always there just when I needed you. I hope we can get to know each other much, much better."

She closed with Areon in a kiss that took quite a while as she discovered that his mouth fit her own perfectly; his tongue was just the right level of lively, and he tasted like... magic.

"So... Tan. You could kneel to sip your drinks, or sit while the gents offer you their concocktions. Name your poison."

Tanith noticed something wistful on the faces of her sisters; and she suddenly knew what it was.

"Gale... Salleth... you have been amazing. This has been the most incredible gift and meal I could have imagined. You should not have to go home without a bigger share of these pleasures. So. Here's my plan. Why don't the three of us ladies sit side by side on this bench? There seems to be just room. And the gents can stand facing us and serve us our night caps two by two. I'm almost tempted to go shower while the two of you enjoy these night caps. But I'm a greedy girl and actually have been hungry for a little of this all night. Agreed?"

She patted Areon's trousers and felt a wonderful love muscle just under the cloth.

Gale and Salleth's eyes were shining as they seated themselves on either side of Tanith on the bench. When the ladies were comfortable the gentlemen incubi made a little show of wiggling their asses and very slowly unbuttoning their trousers. No underwear beneath. Two of the most magnificent cocks in the world tumbled right out. Deveon's instrument was 'pretrimmed.' the shaft a dusky pink, the very thick head a dusky purple. A small droplet had already appeared at the tip and this he presented regally to Tanith. With a little nod of her head she produced her long sexy tongue and snaked that droplet with the tip of it into her welcoming mouth.

"Delightful apéritif."

Deveon shifted to his left to stand in front of Salleth. In front of Tanith Areon then unsheathed his magnificent organ. It could win awards for perfection. A lovely nut brown shaft just longer than his two graceful fists. The head emerged from its dark hood a wonderful smokey pink already moist. This he presented to Tanith and she enclosed it gratefully in her lips, just gently, and gave it a little swirl with her tongue.

Areon closed his eyes with a tiny moan.

"Hints of plum and pepper."

Now not everyone knows that an incubus has a power few mortal men have; he can release his semen at will, when he his ready. Gale knew this. Salleth knew this. Tanith did not. But the more mature succubi had a little unspoken contest going, and that was to be the one to make the man lose control; not able to release the teasing 'dose' he wished to 'dispense.' Tanith, on the other hand, had no guile. She was eager to make the guys happy and share it all with her sisters. And so it began.

Gale's 'style' was to use her 'muscles', starting with a skillful hand, strong suction from her cheeks, powerful pressure from her tongue, a tight grip from her lips, and tight constriction from her throat. But Salleth spoiled her routine.

"Ladies, a little reminder. This is planned as a night cap. So all your appreciation for this cocktail should be concentrated solely on the mushroom, not the shaft. Agreed?"

"Darn... yeah." Gale agreed. Advantage Salleth.

"And I'm setting a timer on my phone to repeat every minute. When you hear the pretty tinkle.. switch. Oh, and guys, keep moving left so everyone gets everyone."

Tanith wasn't paying attention much because she was so delighted to be mouthing Areon's lovely soft-hard helmet. And she had been looking him in the eyes. And those eyes! They just held her. The minute was up much too soon. Areon moved to Gale and Deveon peeled off to go to Salleth. Areon was groaning way down in his throat. Deveon was sighing.

Salleth's technique was the opposite of Gale's. Feather-light and teasing. Tickling the edges and the opening. But it was effective. Deveon couldn't help leaking a little and Salleth got very happy. The bell.

Tanith had no artifice when Deveon was in her mouth. He was thick and filled it. But it was fun to play. To nibble a little. To suck it hard just for a moment. To tickle his balls with her hand as she watched his face. Ah, there it was. Was he ready? Oh! Just a sip. More? No? Well, it was so flavorful, and... the bell.

Now Areon was in her mouth again. A cock. Yet quite different from Deveon. So... sweet. And she could tell that Areon was more tender than Deveon. And he had been 'primed' so well by her sisters. But she had to fight not to take him down her throat. I mean, who would know? Except Areon, of course. But she took it as a challenge to give hime a full blowjob on the tip alone. And soon his hips were rocking and the slightest leak of delicious... and the bell rang.

And she was alone. But not, of course, because there were two women on either side of her, sucking enthusiastically, and two totally gorgeous males who were beginning to lose their cool, their heads thrown back. Aching groans... and then the bell.

Deveon may have been the incubus supreme but Tanith was a new young succubus at the height of her powers. She was discovering things. She could let her lips ripple around his cock head, never stopping, sensing exactly how much suction would convince his balls to let loose their treasure. Areon groaned to her left and it sent a jolt through her; which went right up Deveon's root and triggered surrender. A real gush. Tanith was lapping all of it up and swallowing it into her welcoming belly... the bell.

Deveon moved over to her sister, stumbling a little. Areon was in front of her.

"You ready?"

"So ready."

"Me too."

Tanith wanted to play be the rules. But Areon was not just a man. He was a full-tilt powerful incubus. And he had been playing by the rules and holding back; though both Gale and Salleth had gotten a serious dose in appreciation for their hard work and their incredibly talented mouths. But now he was with someone else. Here was a young person whose energy pulled him, lit him up, bothered his mind. Here was a person with whom he wanted to make a child, no holds barred.

Tanith felt his energy and took both his powerful buttocks in her palms signaling that he was welcome to give her his all.

So at first she gentled his swelling glans in her mouth. But his energy was building, his thrust inexorable. And he was an incubus. She had to do what he needed. And very soon, he needed to go deep. He needed to place a warm hand on her shoulder and an urgent hand on her head and begin to fuck her mouth in earnest. She was not just letting him do it, because she was also a succubus, too. She knew how to take this cock and make it her own. Her tongue, her lips, her throat owned this wonderful column of flesh. She could feel all the parts of her that had been so well-used that night grow eager and moist as though they too were taking this creature deep into themselves.

And so she could let her hands insist that he give her all he had. Time stopped.

Both of them could feel power build.

Areon's fingers dropped to her chest and squeezed precious liquid from a nipple. Brought the nectar to his lips and cried out.

His cry was echoed by one from Deveon. The two sisters had him planted in a huge chair and they were devouring his cock and balls together. He was gone.

And that triggered Tanith. Her mouth was moving like a piston on Areon, taking his full length on every stroke. And she could sense that his balls were so ready.

She open her throat and squeezed his buttocks hard.

And the cream flowed.

And kept flowing.

And, with gratitude, she welcomed every drop. Knowing that some day this would pour deep into her womb. And out of that ecstasy they would build a child.