She finally put herself back in front of my penis and parted her lips a little to kiss the tip of my glans. Once done, still with her slowness that made me languish, she opened her mouth so as to exactly accommodate the circumference of the meat that she devoured with her eyes. She advanced slowly, but I could not wait any longer: I forcefully grabbed her head with both hands and pulled it violently towards my crotch, impaling it to the depths of her throat. Surprised by my initiative, she let out a cry, muffled by my cock. Without further ado, I made her move back to the level of my glans to make her swallow all my greatness just as quickly. I had control over the situation, my body was getting what it demanded, a deep pleasure that brought me closer to full enjoyment.
I didn't give myself any pause, and even less so her. I violently impaled her head on my tool, gripping her head tightly so as not to accidentally let go, but above all to maintain control over the situation. She raised her hands from the bed, and while I expected her to try to slow me down, to stop me, she wrapped her arms around my body and accompanied the movement by making the movements of her head herself. Her tongue, like a snake, moved frantically around its prey and encircled it. She slid with great ease on the track, everything happened very quickly thanks to her participation.
I felt myself getting closer and closer to ecstasy, a flood of pink petals tickling my soul. The movements followed one another frantically, I heard her let out little moans mixing pain and pleasure. Each time my penis lodged itself deep inside her abruptly, drool dripped from the edge of her mouth. She looked up at me, tears sliding down her cheeks, and they carried away her makeup, black lines forming along her path. Her pupils were still marked by this heart, but her pink color shone much more than before. Her gaze begged me to continue, she seemed to desire this moment for so long, as if it were vital to her. She was like a hungry lioness facing a piece of meat.
Finally, I felt myself reaching my limit and firmly grabbed her head to pull her violently against me one last time. This time I didn't stop at her limit and pushed so that I could enter her entirely, my snake seemed to have slipped into her throat, a rather narrow space difficult to access, but which it managed to force. She let out a loud moan and many tears were added to the previous one. Holding her firmly in place, I poured all my vital momentum into her, a flood of semen loaded her mouth. The head raised, enjoying this moment of ecstasy, I couldn't see Eve, but I felt her struggle, her two hands on my ribs, she pushed to try to withdraw. While I ejaculated in her, I no longer controlled anything, I could only wait to be finished, and it was much longer than all the other times I had to ejaculate. I felt my warm elixir spill into her mouth, depositing on my penis.
When the dragon had finished spitting out all its flames, I released the pressure on Eve's head, who quickly backed away and let the beast out of its tavern. I lowered my head and saw her, trembling, her face covered in tears of pain, but her eyes expressed a strong sexual appetite that was not yet satisfied, she asked for more. She had her mouth raised, slightly open so that I could see the impressive quantity of sperm she contained, no longer trickling at the edges of her lips and coming out of her nostrils. I had blocked any exit and I had filled her so abruptly that my seed had made its way to the top. She seemed out of breath, but she closed her mouth and swallowed all of her contents little by little. I could see on the soft skin of her face projections due to the abrupt withdrawal of my cock. Once she finished swallowing, she wiped her nose and approached my cock with predatory eyes. She gobbled down my still-sensitive glans to absorb the remnants of sperm that flowed down it.
Coming to my senses, I recalled what had just happened with a sharper eye. Realizing what I had done, I apologized:
"Um... I'm sorry, Eve, I didn't mean to do that." But I knew deep down I was lying, I had wanted to deeply, and that's why I had done it.
She left my penis, swallowed the last drops and stood up. Raising her face to mine, she answered me:
"You're lying to me, you little rascal. I know perfectly well that's exactly what you wanted to do. I saw it deep in your soul, I heard it screaming at me."
I was disturbed by her words. She extended her hand and invited me to stand. As we both stood facing each other, she placed her hands on my chest and continued, with a wide, seductive smile:
"I was just really surprised by your ending, I had trouble breathing and I didn't expect you to actually do it, but it was such a beautiful experience.
- Um, so that...
"So thank you for this delicious meal!" she exclaimed suddenly, without letting me finish.
I didn't understand a word she was saying, but that didn't matter to me, because the most important thing was that it seemed to have gone wonderfully for her and for me. And especially since I had just been treated to a blowjob from Eve! While a strong joy manifested itself deep inside me, I felt myself losing some of my strength. Strangely, this moment of pure wonder had largely drained me of my life force. Eve, who was staring at me, noticed the puzzled look I must have on my face because of this progressive loss of strength.
"I see that you are feeling the effects," she told me, "your vital impulses are escaping without you being able to explain it.
- How do you know that?
Suddenly, a bright glow surrounded my partner and penetrated her through her skin. She removed her top, exposing her chest, but even more impressive were the demonic wings on her back that unfurled and the black tail with a heart-shaped tip that moved. I was speechless at these fanciful elements. I could hardly believe what I was seeing, but it was right in front of my eyes, especially those medium-sized wings wriggled in front of me while that pink aura surrounded her. Who was I really dealing with?
"Why do I feel myself getting weaker?" I asked him. "And what is all this magical paraphernalia?"
"Now that we've made the first recording," she said seriously, "I don't see any problem in explaining everything to you. You won't be long anyway."
- What do you mean? His words were starting to scare me.
- As you can see from my wings, I'm not really human, but a succubus, a demon of eros. To survive, I must feed on the sin of lust, that is, I gain life energy when I sleep with someone. And thanks to my powers, I can influence you in such a way as to make you desire me, and that makes my task easier.
- So it was your powers that made me want you so much.
- In part, it's true, but it doesn't create a desire as great as the one that eats away at your soul. She brought her face close to mine and placed her hand against my half-vigorous sex before continuing: to have such lust in yourself, there must already have been a strong passion dormant within you. I was only a pretext for you to realize your urges.
I remained tormented by her explanations. She took the opportunity to gently push me onto the sofa, I let myself go while she took off her stockings. She then straddled me, her knees on the sofa, she was in front of my penis which was growing as I contemplated her from below. She had the upper hand over me, it excited me to tell the truth, but still many questions remained unanswered in my head. I found the strength to express myself to try to clarify certain things:
"But why do I still feel my life energy evaporating even though we are no longer in the act?
- Because we have made a capture. This consists of a pact where by swallowing your sperm, the succubus, therefore me, becomes master, and the other creature, in this case human here, therefore you, becomes the slave. Thus I have the possibility of draining your energy continuously, even if we are no longer sinning;
- So you're killing me. But why go that far? Isn't the energy you accumulated during intercourse enough for you?
- Acts of the flesh nourish me very little, and require a lot of iteration for, frankly, little pleasure in the end. Whereas a capture allows me to continually drain your strength, very efficiently, in addition to making the relationship between masters and slaves much more nourishing. I steal much more of your strength when we are in full swing.
"Is there any way I can stay alive?" I asked, my voice frightened by what awaited me.
- Yes, if the drainage stops. At these words, my face lit up, but it quickly became dull again afterward: but I don't know how to do it and I don't want to!
Suddenly she grabbed my penis firmly, spread her lower lips with her other hand, and positioned the entrance to her cave above it. She slowly descended onto it. I felt her walls sliding against my glans, as I sank deeper. The deeper I entered her, the more a salacious expression appeared on her face. She bit her lower lip and let out soft moans.
"UNH!" she exclaimed as she reached the end. "I've missed such a big cock."
Normally, such a compliment would have delighted me, but I wasn't really paying attention. She was moving up my trunk, pushing on her legs before quickly going back down, then getting up again with a rapid cadence. A simple rhythm that she played at full speed. I couldn't feel any real pleasure in this situation. The idea of death was running through my head, but especially this betrayal that I had just experienced. Eve was trying to enjoy this moment too, she impaled herself vigorously on my beam, but after a while, she understood that my inaction would continue for a long time. She was getting impatient:
"The problem with letting you know about your situation is that you lose all hope. Unfortunately, I never get far enough without explaining it. The relationship quickly becomes much more boring, and I enjoy it much less than I did at the beginning, since you're no longer making any effort. Luckily, you're damn well-hung; that partly compensates."
I was going to die soon, and there was nothing I could do about it. Showing strength against a demon to stop the process was a lost cause, and my ignorance of the world's magic prevented me from thinking of a solution to stem the deadly process. I was going to die soon, and here I was, weary of this moment as a sublime woman dominated me, offering to make me feel many pleasures. But I was preparing to die.
Finally, on the verge of ejaculation, I made the effort to grab her hips to block her when I was deep inside her. So I released my seed inside her. It was quick. She had a disappointed look. A few questions about the fact that I wasn't wearing a condom came to mind, but they were ultimately futile in this situation. She withdrew and stood in front of the sofa. I remained impassive. This time, I had little pleasure during the act; at no time had I been caught up in this process.