It feels too good to stop now. The warm, soft flesh of her thighs surrounds your head. Her sweet, perfumed smell fills your nostrils and her honeyed juices pour across your licking tongue.
You rock your hips against your fingers, sliding them in and out and fucking them like a hard cock. The sound of your licking tongue and your finger-fucking is so loud and nasty.
Your tongue is buried deep in Anja's hot pussy, lapping up her juices and pressing hard against her clit. She lifts her hips off the bed, bucking against your face. The feel of her sweet-smelling pussy beginning to contract around your tongue is too much and you moan with orgasm. You feel the shivering orgasm work its way up her tight cunt, around your tongue, thrilling your senses.
Anja's fingers pull tightly on your hair, drawing you even harder against her cunt as her body begins to tighten with a powerful orgasm.
"Oh yes Melena!" she moans, her pussy flooding your mouth with her delicious honey. "I'm cumming! Lick it, my sweet, lap up my nectar!"
You concentrate on her clit, your tongue flicking as quickly as it can, her sweet cream slicking your cheeks and running off your chin. You almost pass out your orgasm grows so intense. You thrash against your fingers, squeezing and clenching them, your ass clenching nd your hips pumping against your hand.
Gradually you both come down and you climb up onto the bed with her. She pulls your face to hers and you share her cum in a deep kiss. You feel nothing but love for her. She holds you tightly, cradling you, not letting you pull your mouth away. Finally you separate and cuddle in one another's arms, still delirious from the pleasure. You lay your head on her large breast and look up at her. She smiles sweetly.
"You are mine now dearest Melena," she says, her voice a sultry whisper. "You are my thrall."
You smile and nod to her, although you fail to understand what she means.
"I'll show you," she chuckles.
Anja closes her eyes and her skin reddens as though she is blushing darkly across her entire body. The crimson hue continues to spread until her skin is the same deep red as her hair. Her pupils become vertical slits like a cat's and her golden irises now seem to glow faintly. From just below her hairline on her forehead sprout two short horns.
She smiles again and you see that some of her teeth have elongated into vicious fangs.
"I am a succubus, a sexual demon from the endless abyss of the underworld, a free agent in league with the army of the damned."
You feel no urge to pull away from her.
"By sharing your passion with me you have surrendered your soul and now it is mine to do with as I please. As I said Melena, you are now my thrall."
You feel as though your reaction should be one of horror, your logical mind tells you this, but instead you feel nothing but happiness at the thought of serving your new master.
"Do not fear sweet Melena," she coos into your ear, "I will not consume your soul as I would a man's. You are much more precious than that. You will one day be like me, but until then you are my slave. Now you will come with me to the abyss, where we have many places to go before you are ready."
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