"Show me,"
She looked at me for a long moment, and I could see her working through it. Not reluctance exactly, but something closer to concern.
"If I do that," she said slowly, "you won't be able to think clearly afterward. You'll only want one thing."
"And what's that?"
"To fuck me until neither of us can move."
I should have been more careful. I should have asked more questions, established parameters, maintained some kind of control over the situation. That's what I do. That's who I am. But something about the way she said it made me want to see what she meant.
"Do it anyway."
She nodded once, then stepped back and closed her eyes.
Nothing happened for maybe three seconds. Then something shifted in my head, like a door opening that I didn't know was there.
It wasn't gradual. It was immediate and total and completely fucking overwhelming.
My cock went hard so fast it was almost painful. I've had quick erections before, but not like this. This was like a wet dream, invisible hands all over me. It was a combined feeling of lips around my cock, the tip at the back of a tight throat. Yet at the same time, the warm hot feeling of slamming into a tight pussy and feeling my knees buckle from pleasure.
Somehow, my mind was playing tricks on me. My succubus multiplied. I could see her, feel her, like three different girls surrounding me. Each touching me, kissing me, riding me: overwhelming me.
I've been aroused before. I know what that feels like. This wasn't that. This was my body deciding it needed to come right now, this instant, whether I wanted it or not.
And then I could feel her everywhere.
I tried to focus, to analyze what was happening, to maintain some kind of rational perspective on this. That's what I do. That's how I stay in control. But every thought I tried to form got pulled back to her. Every attempt at clinical observation dissolved into pure want.
This is impossible, I thought. This isn't how the human body works. You can't just flip a switch and ...
My knees buckled.
The floor came up fast, but I barely felt the impact. This was influence.
This was what the old texts described as ambient possession. A passive aura of hunger tuned to male cognition: where logic dulled, restraint failed, and all that remained was the singular directive: take her.
I clenched my fists.
Hard.
One second more, and I would've been inside her. Not even from choice. From pull. From gravity. From pure override.
"Off," I growled.
The need was so intense it was almost nauseating. Like starving for weeks and then being offered food, except the hunger was in my cock, in my chest, in my fucking bones.
I could taste her. I could smell her skin. I could feel her pressed against me, warm and soft and perfect, even though she was still standing there watching me fall apart.
"Fuck!'' I groaned, and the temparature in the room turned up. I felt like a prisoner, a prisoner of pleasure.
My body didn't care about what should be possible. It cared about getting to her, getting inside her, making her make those sounds I'd never heard but somehow knew she could make.
The pressure in my chest moved lower, coiling tight in my stomach, then dropping to where my cock was so hard it hurt. Everything was too tight, too hot, too much.
Then it hit.
Holy shit!
The orgasm didn't start slow. It exploded out of nowhere, ripping through me so hard I thought I was going to die. My whole body locked up. Every muscle went rigid. I couldn't move, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything but feel this incredible thing happening to me.
My eyes rolled back. I couldn't stop them. They just rolled back into my head and stayed there while my body shook and convulsed on the floor. I was making sounds I'd never made before. Animal sounds. Growling, groaning, something between a scream and a roar that came from deep in my chest.
My hands twisted up. My fingers curled and uncurled, scratching at the floor, at my legs, at nothing. I couldn't control them. They moved on their own while my body seized up over and over again.
Sweat poured off me. I was soaked. My shirt stuck to my skin. It ran down my face, my back, everywhere. I was burning up from the inside, like I had a fever that was trying to kill me.
The climax kept going. Most times when I come, it's over in a few seconds. This went on forever. Wave after wave of it, each one harder than the last. My cock was pulsing, throbbing, shooting out more cum than I'd ever produced in my life.
I couldn't think. Couldn't focus on anything except this feeling that was destroying me. My back arched so hard it hurt. My jaw clenched tight. I bit my tongue and tasted blood but I couldn't stop. Every part of me was locked into this one impossible sensation.
When it finally stopped, I collapsed. I was gasping, shaking, completely fucked. My hands were still twitching. I could barely see. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might explode.
What the hell just happened to me?
I looked up at her. She was watching me with those dark eyes, and for the first time since she'd appeared, she looked satisfied.
"That was just the surface," she said quietly. "I kept most of it contained."
I stayed on my knees for another moment, not because I couldn't stand, but because I wasn't sure I trusted my legs yet. My entire understanding of what was physically possible had just been shattered by an orgasm I didn't control.
"Fucking Hell!" I breathed.
"That's what I am," she said. "That's what you summoned."
And I realized, with a clarity that cut through everything else, that I was completely fucked.