Your mind shouts louder and louder for resistance, but your body just won’t listen. You’re too far gone to turn back now, and too damned horny to resist the succubus even one moment longer. With a deep, guttural moan of repressed sexuality, you surrender and hungrily drive your tongue deep into the demon’s soaking slit. Above you, she gasps in surprise and presses herself harder onto your desperate face. The taste of her juices is totally otherworldly and works like an instant aphrodisiac. You become unbearable sensitive, and are consciously aware of your nipples as they harden and you feel your own sex as it burns and drips and begs for attention like never before.
Desperate for more, you writhe and moan beneath the succubus, biting and sucking and slurping and licking. The demoness moans quietly in response, and you are filled with joy that you are pleasing this perfect being. With each lick and taste, you feel yourself losing more and more of your own soul until your only thought or goal is that of completely satisfying the devil grinding herself on your face.
The succubus seems to sense this, and her smile grows wide and toothy. “Yes, Dierdra. Lose yourself under my ass. Serve me and please me, and find your own pleasure through it.” Her words rock through you and you rub your thighs together frantically, trying to please yourself as you please the demon. As you lick her more and more, she notices your efforts and chuckles. In a painfully slow manner, she makes a show out of leaning forward, inch by inch, until after what feels like an eternity, her warm breath brushes against the outer folds of your own dripping sex. Taking care not to touch anything too sensitive, she parts your folds with her fingers and exposes the pink insides of your altar of love. As you lick her harder and faster and beg for more through needy moans, she plants one single kiss on your now exposed clitoris.
The sensations that follow quake through your body and trigger an enormous, gushing orgasm that leaves you panting and embarrassed. In the blink of an eye, you forget the training of the dryads. You don't focus the energy of your orgasm because you can't focus on anything other than the succubus. You know you are totally defeated and powerless beneath the demon. The succubus laughs sexily and leans back again, returning herself entirely to your face, where you surrender absolutely and try to return the favor of orgasm. |