Discovering Pleasure Pt. 04

When I woke up I saw that I was on Charles couch, he must have laid me down across the seat, put a pillow under my head, and a blanket over me when I passed out. The blanket was nice and comfy, it also smelled like him and without thinking I took a big whiff of it and felt a wave of comfort and pleasure roll through my mind. Then I realized what I was doing and threw the blanket off of me in anger, not at him but at me. I couldn't believe that something had taken control of my body and desire to the point that I was now enjoying that man's scent. I sat up and looked around, the room was still pretty dark though, I must have woken up before sunrise.

While I took my time to scan the room I felt a sudden wave of pain slam into my stomach like someone just punched me. It made me double over slightly from the unexpectedness of the sensation, but it wasn't an unfamiliar one. The pain was the kind I get when my body doesn't have enough energy and is telling me that I need to feast. But that didn't make sense, I had already eaten a couple of nights ago, and then last night I even had that snack with the food delivery person. How could I have been so hungry that I passed out?

Then it hit me, it was because of the mark, more specifically it was because I had just gotten marked. Usually when a succubus is marked they don't necessarily stop their sex session which is good because the mark zaps away the recipient's energy. As such, any succubus who gets marked needs to be filled back up with lots of sexual fluids to rebuild their energy. But when I was marked not only was I in a dream but I had then used even more energy casting a teleportation spell to get to Charles. On top of all that, I was in his presence and the whole time I was expending even more energy fighting back against the mark. No wonder I had passed out and woken up hurting, I was utterly depleted of my energy, and now I needed to get a refill. But the only person I could get that refill from now was him.

Even though I was pissed off that I couldn't go anywhere else for my feeding right now, I was willing to put those feelings aside for now. I didn't have a choice right now, it was either get his cum or die from starvation, and while neither was what I wanted, I wanted to die a little bit less. I mustered together the rest of my energy and got up off the couch though it was much harder than I would have expected. Even though I hadn't been in his apartment before now the mark made it so that I could sense where he was, and with my current level of hunger that sense was more intense than normal. I walked on wobbly legs to his door and opened it up without knocking or anything, it was taking all of my energy to just walk, I couldn't stop or I might fall to the floor.

He must have been a heavy sleeper cause he hadn't noticed me opening his door, and he didn't even flinch when I clumsily got on his bed. At first I figured I could just crawl under his blanket and start giving him head, he wouldn't have cared, if nothing else I am sure he would have loved to have woken up to a blowjob from me that ass. But I didn't have the energy to do it, I didn't have the energy to do anything now that I was on his bed. Even keeping myself upright was costing me more energy than I had, I wouldn't be able to feed off of him by myself. I would need to wake him up and have him just use my body to feed me, which was a repulsive idea that I could feel was making my pussy wet.

"Hey get up. I need you to get up and help me." The words came out of my mouth, but the exhaustion was also making the words come out slow and slightly slurred. It was getting harder to stay awake, and the mark was making my sexual needs even more intense which didn't make anything easier. But it didn't seem to be enough so I moved closer and tried my best to give him a bit of push to wake him up. In the process of trying to push him though my arms gave out from under me and I just simply fell forward on top of him. Which did the trick.

"Huh? What is going?" My head had landed on his stomach on my side so I could look at him. He rubbed his eyes as he tried to wake up and looked at me. "Ann? What do you want? What time is it?"

My energy was crashing hard, I didn't have the time to answer every one of his stupid fucking questions. Does he really think that I would be in his room if I didn't have some kind or urgent thing making me be here? The only thing I needed was to get him to just give me his cum. "I need you to fuck my face."

He didn't seem shocked or even interested in the idea, he was still clearly tired. "What? Why?"

Again with the stupid questions, why does this stupid man have to be so fucking infuriating! "Need energy. Need to drink cum." It was all I could get out at this point.

"Ok, but why are you laying on my stomach?" He was waking up, but he was still clearly not getting it. I don't know why I was being punished by the gods by being bound to this idiot.

"Can't move." It was getting harder to talk, my stomach felt like it was eating itself from the hunger and it hurt worse than anything before.

"Alright. I wouldn't have thought you would let yourself get this hungry but fine. You said you wanted to be face fucked so I am just going to lay your head over the end of the bed and fuck your face that way. Is that alright with you my darling little succubus?" He had used a slightly mocking tone when called me his little succubus and I hated him for it. I wasn't his succubus, no matter what this fucking mark said or made me feel. He was lucky that I couldn't do anything right now because I had half a mind to bite his cock off when he shoved it in my mouth.

I didn't feel like giving him verbal permission to fuck my face in the manner he suggested, but it would be a quicker and easier way to do things so that they got done quicker so I simple nodded at him. He moved my head off of him with a gentleness that surprised me, I had expected him to be rough the whole time and mad that I had woken him up. It was good that he was being gentle and kind though, this whole mess was his fault anyway and so it was the least he could do. I would have much rather left to find some random loser to suck dry, but I was forced into eating his cum now, though I would make sure that didn't last forever.

He moved the blankets off of him and stretched his arms up letting out a big yawn in the process. The next minute was comprised of him doing nothing but little stretches, which was annoying to watch. I just wanted him to fuck my face and feed me his cum, why did he have to waste so much time doing all this, it was like he enjoyed knowing I couldn't do anything but lay here and watch him waste my time. It seemed like everything this man did outside of work he did just to piss me off. Once he was nice and stretched he took a sip of water from the cup on his nightstand and then came over to me. He moved me gently to the edge of the bed so he could hang my head over the side.

This wouldn't be the first time a man had fucked my face like this, turns out that it's something a decent amount of people like to do. Though if I am being honest, the best experiences I have had were from people who used strap on's, no matter their gender, those people just know how to do it better than any man with his cock. That being said, it wasn't exactly my favorite position to be in, it felt humiliating having it done on me and having to endure balls slapping against my face. Yet for some reason, the idea of him fucking my face like this was making me wet, I was looing forward to it.

Charles undid the string on his pajama pants and let them fall to the floor along with his underwear. His cock was already hard, and the second I saw it I could feel my mouth water and my pussy throb with need. The mark had already worked its magic on me and now even just the sight of his cock was enough to make me needy, it was embarrassing. He moved forward and looked at me, he was waiting for my mouth to open, but I didn't want to, I knew I needed it but I didn't want it. He let out a sign as he pressed his cock started against my face. "You were the one who asked for it, you said you need it so open your mouth."

If he had hoped that his words were going to make me suddenly want to suck his cock then he was sorely mistaken. I wasn't about to just do what he what he wanted me to do, I didn't want to just give into all of this. I kept my mouth shut and looked up at him with coldness in my eyes. To my surprise he smiled at me, which simultaneously made me worry a bit but also made me even more excited. "If you aren't going to open your mouth willingly and be a good little succubus, then I will have to get a bit rough to feet you." His words came out in a somewhat mocking tone, though underneath it I could hear a firmness as well.

He moved his cock away, but before I could smile at my little victory he quickly bent down over my slightly and I felt him reach out and grab my tits. I was shocked that he had reached down so casually to touch my chest without even asking me if it was ok or just saying anything at all. He was acting as if he truly owned my body, like he was my master and I was nothing but his property or toy. It was beyond infuriating, he had no right to simply touch any part of my body he wanted, it was my body and I didn't belong to anyone, I didn't care about what some magic mark made me feel. He was never going to be someone I would truly submit too, and it didn't matter what he did.

As I opened my mouth to start tearing into him I realized my mistake, he had touched my tits because he knew I would be pissed and that I would most likely yell at him. I was unfortunately proven right when I opened my mouth and before any words or sounds could come out he rammed his hard cock inside. The feeling was intense, and even though I hated that he had done it I couldn't help but feel a tremendous sense of relief and calm wash over me. It was as if my body had been waiting for this feeling and now that it was here all it wanted to do was give in. Even my own brain began to betray my true wants as it flooded with endorphins as Charles slammed his cock all the way down my throat. It was impossible for me to resist all of it, I couldn't hold onto the anger and frustration while being bombarded by all the sensations.

His cock thrust all the way down my throat and I was grateful for the fact that I didn't have a gag reflex because he would have destroyed me if I had. I had seen his cock inside the dream, but I had no way to know for sure at first if it was the same length in the real world. It wasn't uncommon for people to have exaggerated body parts in their dreams, they are reflections of our experiences, desires, fears, and everything else. Because of that sometimes people end up with weird proportions, and I had thought that maybe that had been the case with Charles. But his cock was indeed as big as it was in the dream, maybe even a bit girthier. It was big enough that as it slid down my throat I could feel my body naturally expand my windpipe to help offer him space and pleasure.

Succubi and incubi are equipped to deliver pleasure, and so our bodies are able to shift according to our needs. My body was currently acting on its own to accommodate Charles, and I found myself actually appreciating the fact that I didn't have to think about it right now. I was still exhausted, and with everything happening to my body I couldn't think or fight back against him, all I could do was let go. It was an odd feeling, something I had felt a long time ago back before I had been forced to live out in the mortal realm. Before then I had always loved sex and was always able to find someone to give me pleasure. Even though I would find boring individuals, they were so much less common than here. I had been forced for centuries to endure a non-stop barrage of weak humans, and because of that I had forgotten what it felt like to truly submit to someone.

So many of the human men I had met only thought of making someone submit as something you did rope and force. They would try to tie me up, spank me, call me names, all in an attempt to make me their little sex pet, yet none of them truly understood. Submission wasn't something you could get through force alone, it was something so much deeper and more intricate than that. True submission only exists when the person submitting wants it, when they feel that the person they are giving into truly cares about them and wants to give them pleasure and comfort. I had never felt that with any human before, they would always get so lost in their own minds thanks to my demonic side that they would lose their minds and just fuck me. Yet here was Charles, a human who had defied all of my expectations about how humans acted.

Even though I had put on a front of anger towards him, the truth was that I was angry at how much I wanted to submit to someone. It implied a level of comfort with giving up control over your own life and the moment, yet I didn't want to. When I had given up control of myself before in the past it had been the worst mistake I had ever made, it was why I was here in the mortal realm now. If I were to give up and submit to him now I wouldn't have my freedom, I wouldn't be able to control my life, I would be forced into staying with him and only being able to feed off of him. He could do anything to torture me, he could even just let me starve to death, I was entirely at his mercy. Yet, at the same time he might not torture me or deprive me, he hadn't so far, in fact he had done the opposite. Even now he was giving me what I had asked for and that was after I was being difficult.

Thoughts were racing through my mind, but as he began to fuck my face in earnest I felt all of them fly away as my body and mind gave into the pleasure. I would be his little toy for tonight, he could use my throat as much eh wanted and I would just lie here, like a little fuck doll and take it all. Once I had accepted that, it was like a switch flipped inside of my very soul, every part of my body filled with energy and pleasure, it was like someone had just connected my essence to a car battery. The sudden jolt of sensation made my back arch from pleasure and I couldn't help but try to moan while my mouth was full of his cock. The sound was terrible, my mouth was full of spit and cock and so it came out as a garbled mess. But it seemed to make Charles even more excited then before, he let out a load moan of his own and then reached down to my head to grab it.

Once my head was between his hands he kicked it up a notch, his thrusts grew in speed and intensity as he took full advantage of my ability to take his full cock down my throat. I'm sure that there aren't a ton of human's who could take all of his cock in their mouths, but that just meant that now that he had found someone who could, he was letting out all of his untapped desires run free on me. He had been pent up from being unable to let go with someone, I could feel it in the way he was fucking my throat like I was nothing more than a pocket pussy, he never asked what I wanted, he just took what he wanted from me. My mind flooded with his moans and then I heard him say something that sent me hurtling over the edge of my own desire. "Your throat feels so fucking good. You are just the perfect little slut and I am so happy I get to have you and use you. Such a good girl you are fuck."

Being called a good girl or a little slut was not something new to me, I had been called that plenty of times by a human before. But in this moment, as my mind gave into his desire and needs the words were like sweet honey flowing through my brain, it made me happy in a way I had not been in a long time. Which also only made me want to do more, I wanted to make him even happier and experience even more pleasure than he was feeling now. I took control over my body and let it morph a little bit more, now my throat worked to contract around his cock, milking it with each thrust he made, which also, incidentally, spiked my own pleasure, though I didn't know why. But it didn't matter because as I was doing it I could hear him moan even louder and scream out "FUCK!".

He continued to fuck me face and even though I was now working my own magic to control my body so I could bring him even more pleasure he was holding out remarkable well. I had expected him to cum quickly but he was proving to have more stamina than I had anticipated, which only made me enjoy it even more. I continued to work my throat to milk his cock and he responded in kind with being even rougher on me, his grip tightening on my head as he shoved his cock all the way down my throat. I felt his balls slap against my face as he held his cock in my throat, making me keep it in my mouth for seconds at a time. I didn't need the oxygen, though I am sure he knew that too, or maybe he had gotten lost in the pleasure. Either way it was intoxicating feeling his thick large cock lodged in my throat as he held my head in vice like grip. My tongue moved around widely as he kept his cock inside, which worked to elicit even more groans and moans from him and get him to fuck me face even harder.

I had lost track of how long he had been fucking my face, but it had been a while judging by the amount of spit that was running down my face. I couldn't see below me, but I knew that there would be some kind of puddle at this point because I just couldn't stop my body from making more saliva. Every time he would pull his cock all the way out of my mouth there would be lots of strings of spit that connected my lips and his cock, a sign of my hard work. It was mesmerizing to see upside down, to look at the spit that kept us conjoined, as if every part of my body was trying to stop him from getting away from me. Then he would ram his cock back down my throat again.

The whole time he was using my throat he was letting out moans and grunts of pleasure that did nothing but play with my head. The sounds were like a piece of dense and rich chocolate cake, in the same that cake would coat your mouth chocolate his sounds coated the inside of my ears and my brain. Everything else in the world faded away and all that remained was the feeling, sound, smell, and taste of him, it was pure bliss. Then I felt something different, his cock began to swell, he began to squeeze my head slightly harder, and the moans escaping his mouth grew in volume. He was close to orgasm, and I would finally get the chance to taste his cum outside of the dream and I wanted it more than anything else. I could taste the precum leaking from his tip and it was sweet with a bit of a bitter aftertaste that I loved, I knew that his load would be even better.

He pulled his cock all the way out of my throat and I let out a performative gasp for air, and looked up at him to see he was staring down into my eyes. "I'm going to cum down your throat, make sure to drink it all you greedy succubus." I felt my heart skip a beat, the way he was talking to me was amazing, it was everything I had wanted, the tone, the sternness, it was perfect. I couldn't make a sound, my mind was too caught up in everything happening, all I could do was nod at him. As I did he slammed his cock down my throat again and thrusted a few times before he screamed out. "I'm cuming!"

As he was reaching his climax he pulled his cock out of my throat so that the tip was just in my mouth, he clearly had wanted me to not just suck his cum down but taste it as well. That was fine with me, it was what I wanted too, I much preferred to get to savor the taste of cum than just suck it down like some shot of alcohol. While cum may not taste the best for humans, it is one of the best treats for a succubus, and I hadn't had the cum from someone who marked me before, it would be a new taste sensation all together. His loud shot out in my mouth, he had clearly been needing to let out some of his own sexual tension considering some of his cum still managed to shoot to the back of my throat. But most of it went into my mouth and I got the chance to savor it, to enjoy the way it felt in my mouth, its taste, the texture. It was without a doubt the best meal I had ever eaten, and even though I knew it was partially because of the mark I didn't care.

I drank his cum down and made sure to lick up every drop of cum and precum that was left on his cock. It wasn't something I thought about doing and it wasn't something he ordered me to do, my body just moved on its own. If I was being honest, that was what most of what just happened was, something instinctual that didn't require almost any conscious thought. I had given up to him and submitted to his control over me for that moment, and the reward was incredible. Even though his cum had filled me with energy, all of the fight had left my body for the time being, it may have been the hunger, the mark, or maybe just exhaustion. But either way I was happy in this moment, and full which was also nice. I looked up at Charles to see his reaction and saw that he looked a bit pale and was a little wobbly in that moment, and then it hit me, I had just fed from him.

With the new wealth of energy I had been given I sprang from the bed to get by his side so I could help him lay down. I could sense that he wasn't in any danger, it was more like he was just a little anemic but his problem wasn't lack of blood, it was a lack of soul energy. The fact that I had been able to feed as much I had from him did shock me, the mark wouldn't allow me to kill him during a feeding session, but apparently it wouldn't stop me from getting close. I didn't quite understand it but that was something I could look into later, for now I just wanted to make sure that he was going to be ok because I didn't need the new intern and my mark holder to die.

I managed to get him into bed just fine and so I used my magic to do a check up on him, it wasn't exactly easy for me because I wasn't fluent in that type of magic, but I could at least cast a medicinal scrying spell. Thanks to that I could tell for sure that he wasn't in any danger, he would just need to sleep for the night and he would be fine in the morning which was a huge relief. Though I was still worried that maybe my spell hadn't been able to catch everything, there was a chance something could happen in the middle of the night. I wasn't sure if I should stay the night to keep an eye on him or just leave. I stook in his bedroom looking up at the ceiling for several minutes as I worked to make a decisions about what to do but before I could decide I heard Charles voice.

He was barley awake, his eye lids seemed like they were trying their hardest to pull themselves together but he was keeping them open, but he wouldn't win the battle long. I looked down at him and met his soft gaze. "You don't have to stay the night if you don't want. I know you would rather be at your own place." His words were extremely soft, and if I hadn't had my demonic sense of hearing I may not have caught it at all. I was also not expecting him to say something like that, I had expected him to make me stay, or to do something else. Being given a choice wasn't exactly something I was used to, especially with men, so what was his deal? I didn't know but I also couldn't ask him because he had finally lost the fight with his eyelids and they were now closed tight, I could even hear a faint snore coming from his mouth.

Hearing his words had only worked to make me more confused on what I should do because now I was having an internal battle I hadn't had before. I loved my apartment and always felt more comfortable in my own space, yet at the same time, I wasn't feeling uncomfortable here. Plus, even though he had said he didn't need me there with him, I wasn't entirely convinced that it was the safest option. I would be able to sense his level of energy even if I were sleeping, the distance wouldn't matter thanks to the mark, but it would cost me time and time mattered when dealing with souls. My mind was racing with questions and thoughts, it was so much and just overwhelming. I sat at the edge of his bed to just get off my feet because all of it was making me dizzy. But as I sat down I could suddenly feel an intense level of fatigue wash over me, it seemed not having gotten much sleep was catching up with me. I decided to stay the night both because I was exhausted and because I didn't want him to die, it wasn't that I cared for him, he was just a coworker and someone who was good at sex. I would still get the marking off of me somehow, I wouldn't let this man own me no matter what.

When I woke up in the morning the first thing I noticed was that I had something in my mouth, something very tasty that was sending waves of pleasure through my brain. It was big too, it was stretching out my mouth slightly and I was working on forcing it down as much as I could. I then opened my eyes and saw what it was, it was Charles cock, and I was currently underneath the blanket sucking his cock. Even though I could see what I was doing, I was still in a groggy half-awake state and because of that my body just continued to fallow its instinctual orders and I bobbed my head up and down on his cock. Getting to taste cock in the morning was a treat, it always made me so horny and honestly, morning cum just tasted better than anything. My mind swam in these early morning horny thoughts as I continued to wake up, then like a freight train slamming into a car my conscious mind woke up and I realized what I was doing.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth half expecting to hear Charles complain or something, but he didn't. Currently I was under the blanket and couldn't see much of anything, though I could tell that the sun was finally peaking out as there was a bit of light falling over the blanket. Then I heard Charles snoring, he wasn't even awake, so then why the hell was I sucking his cock? It must have been something I had started to do in my sleep, it wasn't necessarily unheard of for succubus to sleep fuck, but this was the first time I had done it. I didn't know what to think, but I knew what I wanted, I wanted to keep going and suck out every drop of his cum. While I wanted to fight back against this instinctual desire, I could barely hold out from how tired I was, so I decided to give in.

While I had initially thought about the fact that I was taking advantage of him sleeping, I had a feeling he wouldn't mind being woken up this way. Besides this was his fault anyway, the only reason I was this horny and needy for him was because he had tricked me and got me marked. His cum was the only thing I could eat to get my necessary nutrients and so he had to deal with being nothing more than a walking sperm bank for me. That meant I had full access to him anytime I wanted, at least that was the logic I was building in my head as I continued to bob on his cock. But I quickly became unable to make any thoughts as I sucked his cock, its taste, the way it felt in my mouth, its girth, it was all so amazing that my mind went blank.

I decided that since he was sleeping I wouldn't worry about going super hard, partially because I wanted to savor his taste, but I also wasn't about to fuck my own face with his cock, he would have to use his hands to get that treatment. As such I just laid down and lazily lapped his cock up, running my tongue from base to tip over and over again like it was an ice cream treat. I even made sure to enjoy sucking on his balls, not something I got to do often but it was something I enjoyed immensely. But it appeared that this move may have been a bit much for him because I felt his legs stir and heard him let out a soft moan as he woke up. I didn't stop though because I didn't care if he was awake or not, I was enjoying my little treat.

Charles moans grew and eventually I heard him groggily say, "What is happening?" Just then the semi-dark world I had been in underneath the blankets flooded with the soft light of dawn. I looked up at him while I had his cock all the way down my throat and just began to bob up and down while I kept staring into his eyes. Seeing his smile flooded my mind with endorphins and the pleasure I had been feeling before surged forward with an intensity I wouldn't have expected. I transferred that surge into my routine and ramped up my blowjob, now that he was watching I could feel an intense desire to make him happy, which was frustrating, but I couldn't deny it.

As I was inhaling his cock down my throat I suddenly felt his hand on my head, I was waiting for him to finally grab hold and start using my throat like a toy. Then I felt him start running his fingers through my hair, he wasn't trying to force me down he was just holding on, and for some reason that made it even more enjoyable for me. Every time I took his cock all the way down my throat he would let out warm and erotic moans of pleasure, sometimes even letting out some dirty talk telling me to keep going. It made me want to give him as much pleasure as possible, I wanted to drink his cum and feel it going down my throat.

"What a good little succubus, fuck you feel so good. Your throat is truly magical, but honestly I want more than just a blowjob. I only ever got to enjoy your pussy in a dream, and I can't stop thinking about how good it would feel. Why don't you get naked and swap me spots my slutty little toy."

His words rang through my head like a gong of sweet honey, it was loud but so sweet at the same time. Part of me hated the way he talked to me, the fact that he called me a good little succubus and even referred to me as his toy made me want to slit his throat. But at the same time I could feel deep in my core that I loved it, the words were mesmerizing, I had never had a human dare to talk to me like that before. The fact that he had no fear of me and was even dominating me being nothing more than a weak and pathetic man was sexy for me. I thought about fighting back and just yelling at him for talking to me the way he did, but I didn't have the energy. The mark was worming into my brain and making me want to comply with his demand, so I decided to not fight it and just accept it.

"Fine, but we still need to get ready for work so make it quick." I had no clue what time it was and so I didn't know for sure how long we would have till I needed to warp home to shower. But I didn't want to admit to him or myself how badly I wanted his cock right now, I didn't really care about work because all my mind could think about was the feeling of him parting my walls open. It was the marks work, at least I hoped it was because there was no way I would have fallen for a human this quickly.

I quickly stripped off my pants and shirt before exchanging places with him and laying on my back. He moved quickly grabbing my legs and lifting them up slightly so he could slide in place moving his head down towards my crotch. My legs moved and were now framing his face as his mouth went down towards my pussy, and as I looked down watching him I could feel the anticipation growing. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit just toying with it and sucking on it. But he decided I didn't deserve that because he didn't start toying with me, instead he just started blowing on my clit. The stimulation was slight but ungodly effective, it was sending little pin pricks of desire and pleasure coursing through my body. It wasn't an intense feeling but it felt incredible thanks to the way he played with my need, he knew that I wanted him to ravish me with his tongue and cock, so instead of doing either he teased me. It was mean and I couldn't stand it, I was needing him badly.

My neediness came exploding out of me before I could even think about what I was going to say. "Please give me more I need more, you feel so fucking good. Please using your tongue to give me so much pleasure. My master please!" The words that spilled from my mouth were pure unconscious thought, they expressed my need and desire in a much more honest way than I usually ever did. It also seemed to work because in an instant I watched and felt him bury his face into my crotch as he began to use his tongue.

The pleasure of feeling his tongue playing with my clit was indescribable, it was so intense that I couldn't understand at first what was going on. But then it hit me that the mark was making all of my sensations heightened to a level I was unfamiliar with. I always enjoyed the feeling of having my clit played with, but this was unlike anything else, there was simply no comparison. When he started I had been holding my head up, but as the first surge of pleasure coursed through my body I couldn't help but slam my head back from the rush of energy that flowed through me. My hands shot out to my sides and clutched at the bed sheets trying to hold on because it felt like my body would fly off the bed from the feelings that were slamming into me. I could feel the pleasure radiating out from my core, the warm sensation of his tongue paired with its motions to make my mind go blank. Moans of pleasure spilled from my mouth without any effort on my part, it was simply the natural reaction my body had to feeling such intense levels of pleasure.

It didn't take long at all till the first orgasm began to build, and once it started it ramped in speed quickly. "Fuck, keep going I'm so close. Fuck I want to cum fuck fuck." Words continued to spill out of my mouth in between the moans, I didn't even know what I was saying and I didn't care, all I wanted was the release that I was building towards. The words must have been exactly what he was wanting to hear because I felt the intensity of his actions increase, his tongue no longer was the only thing he was using to toy with me. He cupped his lips around my clit and began to suck while running his tongue over it. This new sensation was enough to push me over the edge and straight back onto the edge of another orgasm. My hips bucked fiercely as I pushed against his face trying to get even more feeling from him, my grip on the sheets grew tighter and then I heard a rip as my fingers transitioned into demonic claws. I was losing control of my shape from the pleasure but I didn't care.

As my first orgasm continued to soar through my body and right as I could feel the second one almost slam into my being I felt him slide a finger inside of me. I let out a scream of pure ecstasy as I felt his digit slide in which was quickly fallowed by another as he spread my walls apart greedily working to get where he wanted. Right as the first orgasm finished the second one took over and forced me into another bout of pure pleasure, my hips went from simply bucking up to now gyrating. My legs began to ache from how hard I was pushing myself but I couldn't help it, my body was moving on its own. I felt my head begin to shift as my horns started to erupt from my head as I lost even more control of my shape.

It was all so amazing and I loved every second of it, I had not had someone make me experience such intense levels of pleasure in hundreds of years. But at the same time it wasn't enough, it was nice that he was taking the time to play with me but I didn't want to be toyed with anymore, what I wanted was him. I worked to release my grip of the bed and managed to morph my hands back so I could reach down and grab his head. It was hard to do but I was able to pull him off of me for a second so I could look into his eyes. "I need your cock, I want you to fuck me so badly, I need to feel you cuming inside of me. Just fuck me please."

My words were able to work their magic once more as I saw a hunger flash across his eyes, not the kind of hunger that is forced out through magic like what normally happens with my other partners. He wasn't being compelled forward by magic, he wasn't affected by it all in fact, his hunger for me was entirely his own and that realization sent a shiver down my entire body. I hadn't had someone who had such a ferocious hunger for me in this primal and natural way, it was exhilarating and made my desire of him grow.

He moved quickly from having his head between my legs, he was now over the top of me. When he moved he also made sure to grab my legs so he could pry them apart and hold the in the air. I could feel his cock pressing against my entrance, he was rock hard and ready to go, I wanted him to just shove it in deeply. My pussy was aching and soaking wet, I didn't need any more teasing, I needed him. As if he could read my mind he quickly moved one hand down so he could navigate the tip of his cock to press against my folds and started to press forward. Once he felt his cock start pry apart my lips he moved his hand back up to my leg and with one massive thrust he pushed forward forcing his full length inside of me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as pleasure cascaded over me and destroyed any conscious part of my brain I had left, all that was going through me was wave after wave of ecstasy.

He was holding onto my ankles and keeping them held high while he spread my legs wide. The position allowed him to press his weight into his thrusts making them even more intense than his initial one. It was intoxicating how good each thrust felt as his cock rammed inside, each time my pussy clamped down on his manhood as pleasure sent waves of energy through my body. My orgasm hadn't stopped, it just kept going and I could no longer even tell if it was still second orgasm or another one that was ripping through my body. I didn't care though because it all felt too good, it didn't matter if this was number two or twenty, I just wanted it to keep going. Time had fallen away along with the rest of the world, all that remained was this pleasure, him, and this moment.

We were letting out loud moans of pleasure that mixed in the room to make such lovely music that rang in my ear non-stop. I couldn't speak anymore, the sensations were overriding my ability to speak, all I could do was take his cock and moan. But the pleasure didn't stop him, if anything it seemed like the more pleasure he was feeling the more energy he gained to keep going. He looked into my eyes as he thrust deep inside of me, and then without warning he moved down, letting go of my legs and letting them fall so he could brace himself with his hands as he leaned down. "You feel so fucking good, your pussy is so much better than it was in the dream. Such a good girl you are, you look so fucking hot taking my cock. I want to fill you with my cum."

His words shot through my ears and straight into my brain, it made everything in the world fall away to only scream right back into focus. When it flooded back everything grew in intensity, the pleasure, the feeling of him stretching me open. I screamed out loud and without thinking my hands came shooting up so I could clutch onto his shoulders. Somewhere deep inside of me I found the ability to speak and as I looked into his eyes. "Fuck me harder, cum inside of me and fill me up please." I saw another spark of lust flash through his eyes but this time it stayed, and I felt a sudden surge of energy flow between us.

It might have been just my imagination from the sheer amount of pleasure that was coursing through me making me delirious, but I could have sworn that in that moment his cock grew, not like it did when he was close to cuming. It wasn't like his dick got a little bigger, it felt like his cock grew much bigger inside of me. I could feel my walls being pressed even further apart as I worked to accommodate his girth, the length seemed to grow and he was no slamming into my cervix with a tremendous amount of force each thrust. It hurt like hell but it felt so intoxicatingly good at the same time, he was owning my body and mind, I felt myself slipping away, I just wanted this to never end. With the ramping up of sensation I could feel my body reacting even more on its own as my fingers began to dig into his flesh.

Just then I heard his moans grow in volume, before he had been trying to keep them suppressed slightly, most likely to not wake up any of his neighbors. Now though he was no longer caring what his volume was, he was getting just as lost in the melding of our bodies and the pleasure that was arising from it as I was. We were both no longer caring for anything in the whole world but each other, neighbors, work, all of it fell away and was replaced with the current moment. As he was letting out his loud moans I could feel the intensity of his thrusts increasing which only made my grip on him tighten even more, I wasn't sure but it felt like I might have broke some of his skin, but he didn't seem to care or notice. Then he bent down quickly after thrusting his cock all the way inside of me and held it there before he whispered in my ear. "I'm so fucking close, I am going to cum inside of you so take it all like a good girl."

Hearing him once again call me a good girl was beyond amazing, it was beyond anything I had felt up to that point, and hearing how close he was made me ready for him. I wanted to feel it, the surge of energy that came with being creampied is so lovely and I knew that he would feel better than anything else. All of my desire to fight back against submitting to him faded away, at this moment. As he pulled his head away I starred into his eyes. "Cum inside of me please. Make me your good girl."

My words had just as much effect on him as his had had on me, he thrust once more somehow hitting even deeper than he had before, making it so that the tip of his cock was pressed hard against my cervix before he let out a torrent of his cum. Unlike pretty much all human women, succubi are able to feel a male orgasm inside of them, its hard to describe but it is divine. There is a warmth that spreads inside of you, a pressure that feels like a hole inside of you is being filled to the brim, energy courses through my body, and every muscle squeezes tight at the same time. I had been filled with cum by plenty of people and even before by someone who had a mark on me, but the feeling I was having now was unlike anything I had ever felt before. To say it was better would be an insult to the feeling because it was like going from eating McDonalds hamburgers for years and then suddenly you went and got to taste a burger made by a Michelin Star chef, they are simply incomparable in their experiences.

As he came he let out his loudest moans, repeatedly saying fuck as he let out a truly incredibly large batch of cum. I was honestly impressed that a human was able to give so much to me, but I wasn't about to complain. But at the same time as he moaned out I let out a scream that went beyond pleasure, it was something even more primal and deeper inside of me. It was demonic in nature because I was no longer able to control any part of my brain, I was lost in the feeling and there was nothing I cared about right now. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and eventually I just shut them involuntarily.

After he let out the last spurt inside of me I opened my eyes and was met with his face, he was staring at me in a way that I didn't understand. It wasn't the stare of someone lost in lust or pleasure, it was something different, something I hadn't experienced before and it made me feel oddly trapped. I was used to people staring at me after their orgasm with a face that either screamed a need for more or they looked completely tapped out regardless of what I was feeling or what I wanted. Yet his face seemed to display true and genuine contentment, he had a big grin on his face, and his eyes seemed to sparkle with some kind of energy. I didn't know what to do because in this moment I felt utterly vulnerable, I was exposed to him in a way that seemed entirely new to me. Every instinct in my demonic body cried out to run, but something deeper inside of me begged me to stay.

My turmoil must have been visible on my face because I saw his face change and he now looked concerned, which made me feel even more freaked out. Why wasn't he just using my body like crazy? Why didn't he have me doing all sorts of things for him now that I was marked? Why the hell had I said the things I did while we were fucking? As my mind spiraled in thought he pulled out and got off of me. The second he was off of me I moved and got up, energy was coursing through me to the point I felt like I couldn't sit down. "I need to leave, sorry. Thank you for the sex." And with that I left his apartment and showed back up in mine. I would need to get ready for work, but first I decided to take some time to calm down.