The Prince and the Succubus

As she slammed him against the wall and shoved her tongue into his mouth, Garrett was torn between the feelings that he was in over his head and that was exactly where he wanted to be.

Being the only son of the uber-wealthy VanTassle family did not guarantee one a fulfilling life as it turned out. Garret found it to be more like a life sentence in solitary confinement. His parents dared not risk anything happening to Garret or the idealized, idol-rich future they had planned out for him from the moment of conception.

He was homeschooled. He was taken anywhere he needed to go by their drivers. All of his friends and lovers were arranged by them to secure him the best place in high society. He often imagined himself in some fractured fairytale where the helpless prince was locked away in a tower, not the princess.

As his 21st Halloween drew near Garret found the perfect chance to escape, at least for one night. It came through the one thing even his parents couldn't control: the internet. His searchings had yielded an ever-deepening fascination with BDSM and female domination. That was what lead him to discover the existence of the annual Femdom Halloween Party a town over. Thrown by a sexy local housewife it was a place where people could indulge in their most forbidden fantasies.

He thought about going. He wanted to go. He was going.

Luckily, one of his friends was throwing a party on the same night. A social gathering was probably a better term for it. No one in his circle knew how to throw a real party. He had the driver drop him off there. He made sure he was seen and then Garret snuck out the back and headed for the bus stop. About a half hour later, he was knocking on the door to the Femdom Halloween Party. He had even bought a costume for the event.

He was dressed as, of all things, a prince. He had brown leather boots, royal blue pants and a top. A comically large belt with a buckle was printed on the top around the waist with only the buckle being 3D. A brown collar was surrounded by gold trim. He had chosen not to wear the page boy wig but kept the silly crown. All in all, he thought it was a fitting mockery of a disguise.

Upon entering, he found the place to be swarming with men and women in every type of sexually revealing outfit he could imagine. Bondage equipment was displayed on the wall. Coils of rope and ball gags were set out on one table like party favors. A fake spiderweb was set up in the corner with a naked guy about his age tied to it, mouth gagged. It was amazing. Now came the part he hadn't planned out. The part he had forgotten that did not come naturally to him. He had to talk to these people.

"Uh, hello..."

"Hi..."

"Having a good time?"

Each attempted conversation came out more as a whisper than an attention getter. He had been trying to chat up a girl dressed like a princess. As she ignored him too, a booming feminine voice filled the air.

"Oh no, you do not want to do that, Sweet Prince."

Garret spun to see who had said that. Surely, they weren't talking to him. His eyes expanded to the size of dinner plates as he saw the woman approaching him. Her staggering 6' height combined with her massive curves made this barefoot brunette BBW a sight to behold. Her tits, her arms, her legs, her hips, her ass, her stomach- every inch of this woman was thicc as hell. All she wore was a dark purple thong with a pointed tail dangling from it; a matching bra that barely contained her DDD-Cup breasts; and a headband with little devil horns also in dark purple. She strode with confidence and authority. Each step made her body jiggle and part of Garret's stiffen.

"You don't want to settle for that pencil-thin waif of a princess."

"Hey!" the woman snapped. "No one settles for me."

"What you need," the mystery woman said, ignoring the princess, "is a queen!"

Within seconds she towering over him, erasing any personal space he might have had.

"Luckily for you, I am just that. I am the Queen Succubus."

Garret couldn't find the words to respond. He was too enthralled, too enraptured by this woman to even think clearly. She was so magnetic. So powerful. So sexual. All he could do was drown in the very aura she gave off.

"You look like you'll make a fine snack."

She grabbed Garret under the arms and lifted him up to her face before marching forward and pinning him up against the wall. She pressed her mouth to his, probing every inch with her assertive tongue. Her hands groped, probed, and pinched every inch of him she could. He was so thrown, so turned on, so content it never crossed his mind to do anything but hang there and let her do what she may.

"See, isn't that better?" she asked, pulling away.

Garret just moaned weakly in appreciation. Smiling wickedly she plopped him down, face up, onto one of the party favor tables and grabbed a coil of rope. Before he knew what was happening, Garret's legs were tied together at the ankles and just above & below the knees. His arms were bound to his sides with his hands just hanging limply. A bright red ball gag was shoved into his mouth like an apple for a luau pig. She grabbed the top of his pants and forced them down till his underwear was exposed. Those were forced down next to give her access to his now rigid manhood.

"Now this..." she said, stroking it, "... deserves to be played with in private."

He could only nod while each touch sent shockwaves through his body. She scooped him up and carried him off to one of the guest rooms. She laid him on the bed and locked the door. She sauntered over and sat on the edge of the bed and laid a finger on the tip of his dick. He shivered.

"Where have you been hiding yourself, my sweet prince? It's rude to deny a succubus such a succulent treat. It's downright criminal to do so to a queen. I think you need to be punished. I think you need to be drained."

She swirled her finger around the tip sending electric shocks of arousal through his skinny body. He screamed out in gagged pleasure, arching his back as he did so.

"Do you agree?"

She leaned down and gave his tip a little lick. He bucked and thrashed like a landed fish. She smiled and starting licking way covering every inch of his manhood. By the time she finished Garret was crying from pleasure. She slipped the dripping rod between her tits and began slide it in and out. This new level of pleasure she unlocked sent Garett's mind spiraling. He was going crazy with for a woman whose name he didn't even know.

Seeming to tire of teasing the Queen stood and slipped off her thong. If Garret's tear-filled eyes could have grown any bigger than they had when he first saw her, they had to be doing so now. She straddled the boy and slid him inside her waiting womanhood. That was the last gentle act she did with him. Once he was securely inside, she started slamming away. She rode him like a woman possessed. Her massive ass cheeks clapped as she bounced on her helpless captive.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!"

She pulled off her bra and leaned forward to bury his face in her tits as she continued to fuck him. She pulled her tits apart and slid his head between them so he could smell her special combination of boob sweat and clear arousal. He sucked in each breath as if he were a vacuum cleaner. Whoever this Queen was she knew what she was doing. She kept him on the edge of cumming for what felt like hours.

Eventually, even she had to show mercy. The climaxed as one. Garret felt every drop of his being drained from his body and out of his dick into her. The euphoria it generated was unlike anything he had ever felt before. He loved this woman; he knew it in his bones. Once it passed, he felt drained, just as she promised. His tank was empty, his mind was spent. Her mighty body was a warm and loving embrace he never wanted to leave.

She smiled down at him.

"You know I'm a fuck 'em and leave 'em kinda girl. I drain guys and leave him here till morning. I don't know the dates for each; I don't remember their faces. They didn't matter. It's the way they wanted it too. No one has ever responded to me like you have. No one has looked at me with such... love when I finished with them."

She stood up and redressed before opening the door and scooping him up again. She strolled through the party to whispers and gasps.

"Can someone get the door for me? As you can see I've got my hands full with my party favor here. I've got to get him to his new home and ready for two more rounds before dawn."

Garret snuggled into his Queen as she took him away to the life he always wanted. He would be happy to spend eternity as HER prince.