“In exchange I want... you as a mentor in the arcane and guide to help me safely navigate the supernatural.” Your, in very real sense, damnable curiosity as much as the throbbing erection visible underneath the sheets spurred your decision. Another reality existed out there. You’d size this opportunity, while ensure you’d be able to spend as much time underneath this woman’s piercing gaze as you could.
An amused twitch in the Succubus lips made a set of dimples briefly appear in her cheeks. “Oh, such a curious boy you are.” The demoness raked a lone and clawed finger down her voluminous and deep cleft to focus your eyes on the rise and fall of her chest. “There is no obligation for me to accept. Human encounters with our kind is a lightning strike. A freak accident. Yet you insist on standing on a wide open plain in a thunderstorm.” On all fours, she crawled over and straddled you where you lay on the bed. “Hmph, it’d be mercy to take you here, suck every hint of your delicious essence, and leave you a gorgeous woman. Desired, loved, and envied by everyone around her.”
Intrusive thoughts and images of an indistinct female figure tossing and turning beneath the roaming digits and tongue of the Succubus. With the perspective increasingly shifting to a first-person view, you reached and brushed the tips of your fingers against your naked torso. The Succubus cooed and leaned further in, whispering and telling you it wouldn’t be so bad. That was was what you secretly wanted. That she’d teach you everything you needed to know before she left. Her breathy promises made your head ache and reel with indecision.
“... Nhuu-noo.”
The Succubus didn’t pull away, her mouth remaining close enough to brush against your ear. “Then call me ‘Mistress’ and surrender yourself to me. Body and soul, little Warlock.” You could feel the feather-light touch of her hand against your stomach before it became far more real when she clasped your cock. Her thumb played with the engorged head, swirling the squelching precum around as she teased your urethra. No matter how much you wanted too fulfill her command, the only sound that escaped was a thrumming and incoherent groan once she began to work your cock’s erect length. “Try again.”
The grip tightened into a vice around the base of your cock. You could feel a pressure building just beyond it. “Let me cum...! Mistress!” Her praise and release made the muscles in your cock twitch and send the cum splattering in thick gouts that soaked through the sheets. More kept pouring down and pooled underneath your crotch and mattress. The source of the sudden and pulsing emptiness left behind by your effluence was revealed when she retrieved her sticky and cum-stained hand holding a small sphere of shimmering rainbow light.
A primordial instinct told you she was swallowing your soul. You could feel her kissing you as she brought the sphere past her lips and down her gullet. Wide-eyed and shivering, your gaze fell on her. She brought the same fingers to massage her sex in slow circles, her eyes alight with hunger while she watched you becoming overwhelmed by the sensations of an unfamiliar and phantom sex organ. Her laughter rang like a church bell. “I so enjoy seeing that bewildered yet lusty expression on men. Don’t worry. That inevitable decision will be one I leave to you. Though I may have you ride along during one of my excursions so you can see and feel it from my perspective. Sweet dreams. Our lessons will start soon.”
She brought your lips to hers in soft and surprisingly kind kiss. Aware of both ends, you were still sorting out the mess of confusing impression when she cut the connection between you. The Succubus lingered, leaving you to have your fill as lust, excitement, and fear coursed through your system before she left.