You reluctantly pull your mouth and tongue from Anja's delicious pussy and stand between her legs. She looks up at you expectantly, watching you slide your fingers in and out of your cunt.
You raise your hand to your mouth and begin to lick it clean of your juices. Anja sits up to assist you, your tongues flicking at each other between your coated fingers. You lower your hand and kiss her then, your lips pressed hard to hers, your mouths open and your tongues roving. You break the kiss to push her back down on the bed.
You spread your legs wide and straddle her so that your cunt is pressed against hers. Your legs intertwine and your wet slit presses against hers. The feeling is amazing, and you begin to grind against her, moaning with each thrust. Your clits rub against each other sending ripples of pleasure radiating up your stomach and to your head. You grab her left breast in your hand and lean forward to lick her nipple as you thrust harder and harder. Anja moans and nibbles on your ear, her breath hot against your face.
It only takes a few minutes before you are both writhing passionately, your orgasms so close and so perfectly synchronized that just as you feel her wet cum flowing against your pussy your own overpowering orgasm begins.
You push hard, your juices intermingling, her swollen clit rubbing between your lips with each thrust. Unable to peak anymore your orgasm begins to subside and you collapse on top of Anja and kiss her passionately. She holds you tightly, 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." |