I nearly collapse on the ground as I walk through the door after an exhausting day at work. My asshole boss decided to make me stay late to train the new girl, and he figured there was no need to give me any sort of warning beforehand. To make matters worse, she hadn't gotten her uniform yet and she showed up in a pleated skirt so every time she had to climb the ladder to stock I was given quite the show. I felt like a creep whenever it happened, but that didn't stop me from staying horny all day from my little glimpses. Now all I want to do is rub one out real quick, relieve some tension, and then head to bed.
After a quick shower I settle into bed, reach into the drawer, and grab the bottle of lotion I keep for just these such occasions. I keep it in the drawer out of sight of any fortuitous encounters that might end up back in my room, but considering the dry streak I've been on recently I suppose I could just keep it out. But I like the little sentiment of optimism that comes with hiding it, so I'll likely keep it there to let the fantasy live on. Just as I begin to pull down my pants and start going about my business, I hear a knock at the door. What fantastic timing. I begrudgingly readjust my pants and go see who could be here at this hour.
As I approach the door I hear what sounds like a subtle giggling outside. I figure it's probably some kids from a different floor going around playing pranks, but might as well check anyway. I open the door and am met with a slight gust of wind, but an expected absence of anybody there. I guess I was right about it just being some annoying kids. I relock the door and head back to my room to finish what I started before I was interrupted.
I walk back into the room looking down at my phone, trying to find some inspiration for the upcoming deed. I'm so engrossed in my search that I don't notice my visitor, and nearly have a heart attack when I hear a soft and sensual woman's voice.
"Good evening," I quickly follow the sound to see the most beautiful woman I have ever seen sitting halfway in my open window. She lets out a small laugh at my obvious surprise. "Did you like my little trick?"
The sight that sits before me would be enough to leave anybody slack jawed. The woman has brown hair, swept to the side and perfectly framing her stunning face. She wore a lacy black body suit, covering most of her figure save for her pale and pristine shoulders, though the design of the outfit still manages to show a generous amount of skin elsewhere. She sits with one leg up, pressed against her chest with her arm leaning on it, and her other leg casually draped into my room, swinging slightly. She wears no shoes, though her outfit fully covers her feet. However, my eyes are quickly drawn between her legs, where her body suit opens up to reveal a neatly trimmed triangle of hair, though due to the position of her legs I can only see a hint of it. The sight of her is so alluring that it doesn't even occur to me that she somehow got into my window on the 18th floor.
"Weren't you taught that it's rude to stare?" Her words snapped me out of my surprised stupor.
"I...oh, I'm, uh...I'm sorry. Err, hi, I mean. Sorry." I can hardly formulate the sentence, and I don't even think to ask for an explanation for her presence. She gives another little giggle, then jumps down from the window sill into my room. She seems unnaturally light, almost as if she floats down from her perch. As she gently graces the ground the space between her legs comes fully into view, holding my focus like a magnet.
"It appears you're quite distracted, so I guess I'll just take the lead in our little conversation," she says, not fully able to draw my attention away from the sight before me. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me, so I'll just skip straight to the answers. I suppose the best word that you might know to describe me would be 'succubus', though in truth your quaint human legends and myths don't paint a very full picture. But we'll go with that anyway, to make this easy for you. After all, my motivations for visiting you tonight do align rather well with what you might be imagining."
I somehow manage to collect my thoughts and process the words coming out of the mouth of the apparent goddess slowly approaching me. Her status as a succubus certainly does explain away many of my questions, though simultaneously adds so many more.
"How did you get to..." I attempt to ask further questions, but I am swiftly silenced by her finger gently touching my lips.
"Don't get too hung up on details, they'll seem unimportant soon enough," she says as her hand slowly caresses around my face. "What is important is whether or not I managed to get here in time. So tell me, did you already expend your energy for tonight, or am I going to be able to get what I came here for?"
Still stunned, I am unable to answer her question. She pats my cheek, just hard enough to feel the force behind her hand, and steps back. She sniffs the air. "I'm going to go ahead and guess that I succeeded in stopping you in time. That's good news for both of us. Who's to say what might have happened if you had inconvenienced me by finishing before I got here? That would not have been pleasant for you. And believe it or not, I would have found no pleasure in punishing you, either. I intend to make this just as rewarding for you as it will be for me. Fear and pain might do the trick, but they tend to...sour the flavor."
She pauses, allowing me the chance to speak, though I am still unable to form a response. "Not very talkative, are you? You are allowed to speak, I simply told you to not fret the little details. Well that's fine, your words are not what I'm here for, though I do hope your mouth won't prove totally useless," she says, smoothly gliding over to the bed. "But for now let's close that mouth of yours and get you over to the bed. I'm starting to get impatient." I realize that my mouth has been agape since I last tried to speak, so I close it and crawl onto the bed.
"That's a good boy. I had started to fear that I might have overdone it with my appearance and fried your brain completely," she says, giving a little laugh at her own joke. The bottle of lotion from my earlier preparations catches her eye, and she reaches for it. "I can assure you we won't be needing this tonight. I prefer more...natural alternatives." With that she tosses the bottle over her shoulder, but it seems to vanish before hitting the ground. "Now let's finish up getting you ready. I can smell you're already nice and clean for me, so we can just move right along."
She stands over me on the bed, straddling above my crotch. From this angle I have a clear view of her pussy, and I can see why she was so confident that we wouldn't be needing any lotion. A single drop begins to run down her leg before falling onto me. She snaps her fingers and her outfit vanishes with a small plume of smoke, leaving her fully nude, looming over me. Her perfectly perky medium breasts are now on display, another aspect of her flawless body to further draw me in. "Those clothes were simply to get you going, and I trust it did the trick. You human men are so simple, you like to have your treat teased and dangled in front of you first. But the rest is easier with nothing in the way. Speaking of which..." She quickly plops down, pressing her crotch into my leg. She reaches for the collar of my shirt and drags a single finger slowly down over the fabric. When she removes her hand there is a clean slice down the shirt which she quickly tears aside. She slides further down my leg, leaving a slick trail, and begins to undo my pants.
"I'll do this the old fashion way, my prey tends to enjoy that." My mind does not question her use of the word prey. She slides my pants down my legs, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. "Hmm...perhaps my display hasn't done as good of a job at putting you in the mood as I expected. Curious. This might take more work than I thought." Her words confuse me, knowing I am definitely about as aroused as I have ever been. She brings her face to my crotch and bites the hem of my boxers, pulling them down with her teeth. My cock springs to attention as it is released, though she has not yet noticed it. She pulls my boxers over my feet one at a time, and turns to throw them.
"Now, let's move onto the...oh dear. It seems my show did have the intended effect! I can already smell how ripe and ready you are to blow a big load from your tiny twig for me. But unfortunately I don't think my traditional methods will do the trick for you, little one. I've been looking for an excuse to use this trick again..."
She crawls off the bed, standing facing away from me. I see her reach her hands down to her crotch, though I cannot tell what she's doing. A light seems to shine on the wall in front of her. When she turns my mouth goes agape once more, as between her legs now hangs a cock of her own, despite its flaccid state easily thrice the size of my own, likely more. "It's not often that I get to bring it out like this, though in this special case with you I think this will be better for both of us. I'm sure you have so much running through you're mind right now, don't you? You could never be with somebody who has a cock like this, you're straight, aren't you? Well I can assure you, little one, all that doubt will wash away soon, and you'll learn to love a real cock. Why don't you drop to your knees for me now? Really observe it up close." I hear her words, but I am frozen with a blend of emotions ranging from abject terror to morbid curiosity. She sees my pause, and is clearly no longer amused by my hesitant demeanor. "I said on. Your. Knees. Now!" With each word I can feel an intense heat emanating from her, and by the time she finished her sentence the room is almost too hot to bear. I obediently drop to my knees.
She was correct in her guess that I had never seen one up close before. As she said, I'm straight, I never had a desire to see another penis before. Or so I thought. On the floor, kneeling in front of her with her new cock mere inches away from my face, I am able to see all the details. Despite its size it is not intimidating in the slightest. Rather, it seems smooth and soft as opposed to the veiny and rough cocks you would see in porn. As strange as it might sound, it almost seems feminine, especially when attached to her beautiful body. Beneath her impressive shaft hangs two large testicles, far larger than my own, just like the cock itself. I can smell a faintly sweet scent when I lean in close, a smell that almost beckons me to explore further.
"I see you've taken quite a liking to it. That's good, it'll make this go much smoother if you don't have to fight it. Feel free to touch it, I'm sure you're curious as to what a real cock feels like in your hand." I timidly reach up and gently brush my fingers along her shaft. As my hand glides along I feel an almost electric charge, compelling me to wrap my fingers fully around. It is large enough for me to easily fit both my hands comfortably, and has enough girth so that my fingers just barely close around it. It's soft, the skin feeling like silk in my hands. The skin on the tip smoothly slides back and forth with my motion, revealing and concealing a soft pink head. I can feel it begin to grow firm and long in my grasp, increasing to an even more absurd size. As I get further into the rhythm, mesmerized by the first cock I've ever touched other than my own, I realize that now I'm less than an inch away from the tip, my lips almost touching it. Without thinking, I lean forward and let her cock touch my lips before taking the head of her now erect cock fully into my mouth.
"You really are being a good boy now, aren't you? I was going to tell you to give it a taste but I see you just couldn't help yourself. How does it feel, having a cock slide in and out of your mouth?"
Her words rattle through my mind as I timidly twirl my tongue around her head and under the skin, finding a flavor to match the sweet smell. I can feel my mouth filling more and more with liquid, though I cannot tell if it's my own body's reaction or the fluids coming from her cock. Seconds pass, feeling like hours, and before long she gently places her hand on the back of my head. She begins to apply a subtle pressure, pressing my head forward and allowing her cock to slide deeper and deeper into my mouth. I suspect my gag reflex will kick in soon, but to my surprise I find that her cock gently glides into my throat with no resistance, almost as if it were made to be there. She holds my head there, my mouth and throat full, until I begin to struggle for air, upon which she gently tugs my hair to unsheathe her cock. She removes her hand and with no further prompting my head begins to move on its own, sucking her passionately.
"You better be diligent, because the better you suck the easier the next step will be for you. But I can tell you won't let a single inch stay dry, you're a natural at this. And besides, you seem to be enjoying yourself even more than I am." She lifts one foot and lightly taps the tip of my penis, suddenly making me aware of its presence once more. Despite its aching and leaking, begging to be touched, I cannot bring myself to remove my hands from the base of her shaft as it bobs in and out of my mouth.
"In fact, I think I'm going to have to take your new favorite toy away from you so we can move on, or else I suspect we'll be here all night. Don't worry, I'm sure you'll like this just as much."
I could hardly comprehend her words; my mind is too engrossed with the object in my mouth. However, I quickly snap out of it when she pulls herself away, causing me to instinctually lean forward to try to keep my mouth full. She walks over to the bed, appearing weightless on her feet, and I crawl behind. I don't know what has come over me, but having her cock in my mouth has seemingly cracked the shell of my free will, leaving me almost helpless against her.
"Keep being a good boy and hop up on the bed for me. And spread your legs, I think you know what's coming next." I take my assigned position and she finds her way between my legs. Once in place, she grabs her cock and drops it on top of mine, further emphasizing her abnormal superiority.
She spits slightly in her hand and begins to rub it into her own cock. "I know you tried you're very best to get me nice and wet, but I figured I would add a little extra to make this even easier for you, as a reward for being so cooperative. My saliva has a few special properties that will make this all the more enjoyable, too." With that she spit on her hand once more and gently reached down to massage it into my anus. "I can feel you keep yourself nice, clean, and shaved. That's good, I like my prey to be neat and tidy. It's almost as if you had been hoping for somebody to play with you down here, but surely that isn't the case, is it...? A boy like you just wants a cute naive girl to play with your cock and treat you like the man you are, right? Yet here you are, eager to accept my big cock into your ass and become my little bitch. Well you won't have to wait much longer. Just one more final bit of preparation for you..."
She leans forward, her cock sliding up my body, and kisses me, a deeper kiss than I have ever received. As her tongue intertwines with mine, her saliva entering my mouth, my mind begins to feel a euphoric high unlike anything I had ever experienced. Her kiss removed all doubt in my mind, any trepidation quickly melting away, and I was now fully prepared to submit to her and become fully her possession. She breaks her kiss and leans into my ear. "Now you're mine..."
She takes her position back between my legs and strokes her cock a few times, as if to make sure she's ready though I suspect it's to put on more of a show for me. She aims it between my legs and I look down, glancing past my throbbing penis to try and see the main event. Gently she begins to push, taking her time to ease her head into me, a kindness that seems counter to her previously commanding behavior. Where I expected a sharp pain I am instead met with a subtle warmth, pulsing through my body from our point of contact. She softly rubs my sides as her head finally pops into me, breaking the barrier. Once she feels that she's in she gives a small smirk before plunging the remainder of her cock deep into my ass. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and as she smashes past my prostate I feel an orgasmic level of pleasure, yet I produce no cum. She pauses to let my spasms die down before speaking.
"I see you even cum like a bitch. How cute. This really is a more fitting role for you, I'm sure you're going to have a lot to think about after tonight. You may never be able to cum the same way again. Wouldn't that be nice? If you could only cum with something in your ass, thinking of me? You would never have to touch your cock again." Her words twist in my mind, prolonging the euphoria of my dry orgasm. Before long I begin to calm down, settling into the warmth stemming from her cock. This feeling of fullness quickly becomes a new normal, and the novelty transforms into a bizarre comfort.
"Is my good boy finally beginning to come down from that high? That's good, I'm proud of you, you took my whole cock so well. I'm going to start moving again; you may have had an orgasm but you and I both know I need your cum. Let's see how long it takes your cock to work out a load without being touched, hm?" With that she begins to pump her cock in and out of me, slowly at first but gradually gaining speed. Before long she is repeatedly pounding into me, the head clashing with my prostate with each thrust, sending waves throughout my body. The warmth and intensity causes me to sweat, like a wild animal being used at her leisure. I look down and see my flailing around, seemingly harder than it has ever been despite facing the greatest emasculation of my life. I look up at her, in this moment my queen, the object of my pure devotion, and I see her smiling down at me. She seems to be enjoying my submission just as much as I am.
"You're so tight, I can tell this is the first time you've ever taken something, let alone something this big. And yet you're so accommodating, allowing me to easily slide in and out as I please. And since your body is so accommodating in that regard, I'm sure you'll be willing to accommodate me in more ways than one. I don't want you to cum until I tell you to, once I decide it's time. I know it'll be difficult to hold yourself back, don't think I don't notice how hard your cock is. But I trust you to follow my orders. I don't think you want to see what happens if you don't..." As her final sentence ends she thrusts into me more aggressively than she had before, hitting depths that I have never even been aware of before. However, when she withdraws from that thrust she stops moving entirely, leaving just the tip resting inside me. Without thinking my body begins to thrust itself, making up for her sudden lack of motion. I look up at her again and see her smirk grow, knowing she received exactly the response expected. Before long I am plunging her into me just as firmly as she was, unwilling to let the sensation stop.
As I pound against her I reach up to hold onto her, again an instinctual action. All I knew in that moment is that I felt the need to embrace her fully rather than simply squeezing her cock. She returned the gesture ten-fold, reaching under me and lifting me up as she started to pound herself into me again. Despite the fact that I'm much larger than her, a size that a typical human woman of her size would greatly struggle to lift, she held me with ease as if I weighed nothing. As she bounces me up and down she begins to kiss my neck, causing a source of pleasure with each kiss almost as strong as the pleasure caused by her cock. The dual assault quickly brings me to the edge, and it takes everything in my power to stop myself from unloading my cum. I reach down to grab my cock for the first time, but rather than jerking it I simply squeeze, trying to physically restrain my cum. She clearly takes notice of my struggle.
She lays me back onto the bed and changes her rapid pounding to slow, deep thrusts. She pushes into me smoothly, her cock hitting my prostate with each motion. She leans in close, putting her lips to my ear; "You can cum now, my good little boy." As her sentence trails off I let go of my cock and cum immediately. Rather than spraying, I instead start leaking like a faucet, releasing far more cum than I ever had before. As it pools on my stomach she reaches down and gets some on her fingers, bringing it to her lips. She tastes it and immediately begins thrusting harder and faster, not allowing me the chance to recover.
"You taste absolutely delicious, what a good boy! I can tell you've been keeping a healthy diet! But unfortunately I can't exactly stop now, especially after getting a taste of you. I haven't had the opportunity to cum with a cock in quite a while, I think I'll have to bring myself to completion as well. But I'm sure you don't mind, you've been such a good boy for so long that I know you'll let me keep using you as long as I want. Don't fret though, I won't be too long now..." She continues to thrust into me with no regard to my increasingly sensitive state. She reaches her hands forward and pushes me deeper into the bed, her obvious strength impossible to combat. As she pushes me down my cum begins to slide further up to my chest. I look down and see my cock deflate, now fully depleted and shriveling up even more than before, still releasing the last drops of cum. With each thrust she seems to pick up speed, obviously approaching her own climax.
Without any warning, she removes her cock from inside me and starts jerking it, pressing the head into my now fully flaccid dick. Within seconds she begins blasting me with her cum, far more than I produced despite it being the largest load I've ever had. Her first few shots cover my cock, totally encasing it. The rest she shoots up my chest, mixing in with my own pool, and some reaching my face and into my mouth. The flavor was divine yet indescribable, almost as if it was designed to suit my pallet on the deepest and most psychological levels that even I don't understand. Once she finishes I am left a cum covered wreck on my bed as she begins to settle down. She reaches for my chest and scoops some up, bringing it to her lips once again.
"As expected, I shouldn't have let it mix with my own, I suspect it has ruined the nutritional benefit. What a shame, I was quite looking forward to dining with you tonight, especially after I was given that little preview of how good you taste. I suppose I simply lost control, seeing your cock bounce so eagerly while you accepted my cock. That doesn't happen often, you're some very special prey. It seems I'll have to come back tomorrow and get another pure load out of you." She scoops up some more cum, brings it to her mouth, and then leans in to kiss me once again, depositing her cum and saliva directly into my mouth. My cock grows hard again as she pulls away from the kiss. "I know you'll be waiting for me. For now I suppose I should let you clean yourself up, I know that's what you're eagerly waiting for." She stands up off the bed and snaps her fingers again, causing her outfit from before to reappear and her cock to disappear. She walks over to the window and sits on the sill. "Same time tomorrow. And who knows, if you keep being such a good boy maybe you will earn a chance with this." With that she spread her legs, fully displaying her pussy. "Though I don't know if you'll want to after what you experienced tonight." She falls backwards out of the window, disappearing from my sight.
I lay in awe for a minute, covered in cum, still not entirely believing what just happened. I soon snap out of my stupor and get to work cleaning up the mess, savoring each and every drop, looking forward to tomorrow. I walk over to the window and sitting on the sill is a small slip of paper, scorched around the edges.
"You can call me Kiara. ❤️"
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I woke up in a daze, feeling almost hungover from the euphoria of the events of the previous night. My mind didn't want to believe that it was anything more than a dream induced by my prolonged abstinence, but the scorched note resting on my night stand served as tangible proof of her presence. Kiara. Even thinking her name caused a visceral reaction to run through my body, recalling images of her coy smirk looming above me. As my mind continued to drift, I notice the time; already past noon, almost time for my shift. I jumped out of bed and rushed to get dressed and out the door.
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The day seemed to rush by surprisingly fast, though I suppose there were more pressing matters on my mind that kept me from focusing on the drudgery of my everyday life. I hardly even noticed the new girl, who just yesterday constantly drew my lustful gaze. Before long I was able to clock out, and I made my way back to my place as quickly as traffic would allow. As soon as I got home, I rushed to take a shower, making sure I met the standards that she seemed to expect. Not knowing how to dress when expecting an other-worldly being, I put on a dress shirt and slacks that I hadn't worn since my cousin's wedding. Entirely over-dressed, I sat on my bed and waited for her arrival. The clock read 9:12.
The time dragged, minutes feeling like hours as I anxiously sat in the dark, my heart feeling like it would beat out of my chest. 10:00. I felt more like a schoolboy waiting for his prom date than a man waiting for a mysterious sexual partner. 11:00. Eventually, I began to notice a faint glow out of the corner of my eye. 12:00. Looking over, I saw that the edges of the scorched note had started to smolder, the embers projecting a flickering orange on the walls. As I reached for the page the entire parchment ignited, disappearing like magician's flash paper and seeming to let out a slight tortured wail. I jumped up in disbelief, the one tangible piece of evidence of my encounter now gone. I began to panic, thinking this a sign that she had changed her mind and went to find somebody else to play with. I haphazardly started trying to scrape up the ashes when I heard the doorbell ring. I somehow managed to regain my composure just enough to not look like a man possessed before going to check the door, only to find nobody there. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly ran back to my room.
"You really fell for that same trick again, didn't you?" she said, lounging on my bed as if she had been there for hours. Though, what shocked me more than her presence was her appearance; whereas before she wore a lacy body suit leaving little to the imagination, today she was dressed in a sleek black pant suit with a striking red lapel and tie. However, despite the full business attire, her crossed legs lead me to quickly notice her lack of shoes. She sat up and gracefully leapt to her feet.
"I'll be honest, I expected you to be bright enough to see that coming. I guess that might just be another shortcoming of yours." She looked at my crotch as she said this. Slowly, she began to pace towards me. "I tried to match your ridiculous outfit; I think it's rather becoming on me. Though I don't know why you would have chosen to dress like this, I feel so confined. You do understand why I've come back here, don't you? Such formal clothing feels rather inappropriate."
"I...I do. I guess this whole thing is just kind of new, so I didn't really know the...etiquette?" I managed to push the words past the lump in my throat as she continued to draw nearer.
"So, he can speak! Isn't that precious? Don't you worry so much, there's no need to try to impress me. I can assure you we're well beyond that. Now," she took her final step towards me and gently placed her hand on my cheek, "why don't we slip into something a little more comfortable?" Her voice came as a gentle whisper through her smug smirk. I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, I found her standing before me fully nude. I looked at her body with the same wonder that I had the night before, though today I didn't feel the same shock when I saw the soft cock hanging limply between her legs.
"I figured it would be best to have your favorite toy ready from the start, I think I've already made you wait long enough. And based on the reaction, I suppose I was correct in assuming that this is what you wanted to see."
"What do you think? After yesterday I knew something like this would attract you." She embraced me from behind, one arm around my stomach, the other slowly sliding down my torso until her hand gently rubbed my erect penis over the panties. "And overtime you'll start to fit it even better. I trust you ate up all that cum I left you with yesterday, didn't you? I can see some of the, let's say, 'special hormones' are already starting to take effect. Speaking of which, I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me. Why don't you join me on the bed for a little chat?"
She removed her hand from my crotch and began moving towards the bed, grabbing my hand to lead me with her. Her pull snapped me out of the shock of what I saw in the mirror, and I followed behind her, watching her slowly saunter to the bed. She leapt on the foot of the bed and gently landed facing my pillows. I crawled into the bed and sat facing her, noting the comfort of my new outfit as I moved. As I settled into place, I looked at her sitting before me cross-legged. Seeing her in such a vulnerable position, looking like a girl at a slumber party, I nearly forgot that she was a predator here to feed on me. However, that sentiment quickly faded as I saw her large, soft cock resting on her ankle.
"Now, what's on your mind that you're just itching to ask me? I want to know what about me has left you most excited." She said teasingly.
"So...so your name is Kiara, right?" My voice quivered as I spoke, still nervous at the idea of having a conversation with her. She noticed my anxiety.
"I know this is a lot for you, but do relax. I can assure you there is nothing to be worried or embarrassed about, we're going to get to know each other very intimately, more so than we already have. There really is nothing to worry about." Whereas normally being told to simply relax does little to calm the mind, somehow her words did work to comfort me. The warmth of her voice made me feel safe and accepted.
"Now as for your question, Kiara is not exactly my name, but more of a title. Translation between my language and yours is troublesome at best, but I suppose the closest word would be something like "queen". Cliché, I know, but I did like the ring of it and the idea of you referring to me as such. Unfortunately, you won't be able to learn my real name. Names have power, and that's not the sort of power I'd be willing to relinquish. But I'll make it fair and will not ask for your name. Rather, from now on I'll call you my Pelits'hir. Its meaning is something along the lines of a lover, a fitting name as I trust you'll keep doing your best to keep me full." Her coy sarcasm began to came through again as she finished her explanation. "Come on, keep the questions coming, let's get them all out of the way."
"You mentioned your language, but where exactly are you from? Are there others like you?" The thought that she might not be the only of her kind had not occurred to me before now.
"Already asking the big questions, I see. I would like to think there are no others quite like me, but there are others of my kind. I told you yesterday that I am not quite a succubus, but my kind is the source of those narrow myths. The individuals who choose to share their encounters with us don't exactly last long, so your stories don't really do us justice. However, we have actually taken to calling ourselves succubi, given how it just makes our encounters with you humans run smoother." She seemed almost excited to provide me the information.
"As for where I am from, humans have for some unknown reason chosen to imagine us as devils living in the fiery pits of hell, but that's simply ridiculous. Our world is much like your own, only more attuned to the spiritual, allowing us to utilize certain powers that you'd likely perceive as magic. But I can assure you, I am no demon." I could tell she was dumbing down her explanation for me, which I appreciated as this seemed to be a lot to take in.
"So, what sort of powers do you have exactly? I suppose you can create clothing, and you seem very light on your feet, but I suspect you can do so much more, right?" I began to get more excited to know about her and what she might be capable of, inching myself slightly forward as I asked my question.
"You're very observant, most humans pay no mind to my movements. Yes, I'm quite nimble. I may appear to float from time to time, but I cannot fly, so don't expect me to take you for a flight through the night." She smiled, perhaps finding the image humorous.
"As for the clothing, however, I do not actually create, but rather I pull them from my world. I cannot create something that does not exist, but I can bring things back and forth as I please."
"Are the hormones you mentioned earlier a part of your powers? What will they do to me?" I ran my hand over my chest as I asked her.
"Those effects are actually beyond my control, it's more of a natural reaction your body will have to consuming my semen. Don't you worry though, you won't start growing breasts or have your penis get smaller. You won't become a woman, but rather your body will just adapt to more effectively get the semen that it craves. If I had let you penetrate me last night you likely would have found yourself looking a bit more masculine today, but with how our encounter went it's not surprising you've started to appear more feminine. I do have full control over my own body when in your world, as I'm sure you've noticed," she reached down and began to slowly stroke her cock as she spoke, "but I'm not quite able to change your body. At least, not yet that is." Her coy smirk crawled across her face once again. My eyes were locked on her hands as they continued to gently massage her cock, causing it to begin to harden.
"What do you say we stop with the questions for now?" She cut me off before I could speak again. "I'm beginning to get into the mood, and I can tell you've been aching for a while now. You can think of more questions to ask me another time. Now, why don't you take out your little friend for me? Don't start fiddling with it yet, just let me see it." Her breath became more audible in her voice as she spoke. I leaned back and reached for the panties, the silk smooth in my hand. As I pulled them down, leaving a string of precum between the fabric and the tip of my penis. I seemed to grow slightly harder as I hit the open air.
"I'm curious about something." She sat up and began crawling towards me before sitting back down between my legs. In this position the head of her cock was only about an inch away from my own, and it took all my self-control to stop myself from grabbing her shaft and continue stroking.
She moved back to the foot of the bed and spread her legs before once again reaching for her cock, beginning to stroke. "Why don't I measure this for you? Just so you know exactly how you size up. And while I do why don't you play with that cock of yours for me? Only use two fingers." I reached down and grabbed my penis with my thumb and forefinger, slowly starting to masturbate for her. The fabric of the baby doll draped over my hand, though it was sheer enough to hardly hide my action.
"No hesitation, I like that. You've already figured out that it's in your best interest to do what I say, you're a quick learner. Looking at you right now really is quite arousing; I'd say I'm fully hard now. You know what, why don't you come over here and measure for me? But keep jerking yourself, you only need one hand."
I sat up and began to crawl over to her, awkwardly trying to continue playing with myself. When I got to her, I settled down between her legs, reversing the positions we were in just moments before. I timidly grabbed her cock, relishing the warmth that I had desired since yesterday.
"Don't get too distracted, you have a job to do." Her words snapped me out of it, and I looked up to see her dangling the ruler in front of me. I reluctantly released her cock and took the ruler, bringing it to her cock and pressing it to the base. My eyes followed along the length, the inches adding up, before finally reaching the tip. "Tell me what it says," she said, though I suspected she already knew the answer.
"Just over sixteen inches." She took the ruler from my hand as I said it, and instantly my hand went back to her cock. I obviously knew there was a huge size difference, but actually knowing the numbers emasculated me even further. Yet somehow, I didn't mind. In fact, I almost enjoyed hearing myself say it while sitting between her legs and playing with my penis with just two fingers. I felt as though I was finally in the place I belonged. Any worry that I had had throughout my entire life suddenly washed away; all I knew about in that moment was that I wanted her cum. I leant my head down to try to take her in my mouth, but she grabbed my cheek and stopped me.
"Let's try not to get to greedy. I know how much you're longing to feel my cock in your mouth again, but remember that you're not the only one who's going to get something out of this. I'll give you your treat, but first you're going to have to give me mine. I got a little carried away yesterday and didn't get to fully appreciate you, so today I'm going to have you work that cock of yours until you cum. You can keep stroking me if you like, I suspect that will help you get to it a little faster, but be sure to focus on your own dick. And be sure to let me know when you're getting close." I felt like a starved hound having meat dangled before him. She wouldn't let me take any control over the situation, but I trusted she would reward me for my obedience in time. I kept rubbing her cock, my hand barely closing around it, while my two fingers worked furiously to give her what she wanted.
Despite her advice to focus on myself, I could hardly draw my attention from how I was working her cock. I varied my technique, changing my speed or focusing more on the head or shaft to try and determine what exactly elicited the strongest reaction. However, none of my efforts resulted in any change in demeanor; she simply sat, tapping her fingers on her thigh impatiently as I worked. I slid my hand down to her balls, cradling them in each hand while gently massaging, but again she didn't respond. My hand continued to work slowly further down, trying to find her pussy for the first time, and finally I was given a response. However, she simply grabbed my wrist and softly placed my hand back on her cock.
"Not today, my Pelits'hir. I can see what you're doing, but try not to worry so much about what works for me. I can assure you that I am enjoying this quite a bit already, so for now just keep playing with your favorite toy while you work on getting your cum for me. I'll even help you out a little, if that's what you want."
With that she closed her legs around me, embracing me with her lower body and pulling me closer to her. In this new position the tip of my penis was rubbing against the bottom of her cock, leaving a glistening spot of precum that I wiped away with each pump of my hand. This contact pushed me closer to the edge, though I was still focusing too much on her to bring myself to climax on my own. After less than a minute like this, I felt her hand on my face, her thumb slowly stroking my cheek. Her hand worked its way to the back of my head, at which point she tilted my head up to look her in the eyes, drawing my gaze from her cock for the first time since I started touching it. She simply looked into my eyes, unblinking, pushing me closer and closer to the edge as I continued to fondle her cock.
The moment she broke eye contact the words slipped out of my mouth: "I'm about to cum." She suddenly pushed me back onto the bed, the force behind her hand easily overpowering me. She quickly put a finger in her mouth before reaching forward and slipping it into my ass, immediately pressing up against my prostate. Much to my surprise, she then leaned down and took my penis in her mouth, the first contact she had made with my penis beyond simple teasing. I could feel her tongue expertly toying with me, and within seconds I began to shoot my cum into her mouth.
My orgasm lasted almost a full minute, her mouth drawing out every last drop of cum I had to give. When I finally finished leaking into her, she released my penis from her mouth with a slight pop. She didn't say anything, but rather hung her head and began breathing very heavily. I thought that I saw steam coming off her body and felt a static shock where her hands touched my thighs.
"That was incredible," her voice was raspy when she was finally able to speak. "I've never tasted anything with that much energy before. And it just kept coming! I never would have guessed that this little thing could unleash so much! I thought it was a lot yesterday, but that was nothing compared to this." Her tone shifted to almost giddy, and she seemed much more vibrant and livelier than she had before.
"I definitely made the right choice in coming back to you. In fact, I don't think I'll have to find another source for quite a while now that I have you. I know that was probably a lot for you, too, but I imagine you're not satisfied yet. You have been waiting for your meal just as anxiously as I have, I'm sure. Since you've been such a good boy and given me such a delicious treat, I'll give you the reward you want. Pull yourself together and switch positions with me."
My penis was beginning to shrink as I slowly collected myself and crawled to take her position. She was right; despite the euphoria of the orgasm she just gave me, there was still something else I was after. Before she could even settle into place, I had my mouth on her cock, eagerly bobbing my head. She started to lightly pet the back of my head but applied no pressure, allowing me to take her down my throat at my own pace. I worked my hands up her body, eventually reaching her breasts. She didn't stop me, for the first time allowing me to feel another part of her. I gently pinched her nipples as I worked her cock, and much to my surprise I felt her begin to twitch more in my mouth, telling me that I might have found a weak spot. I picked up my pace, now more eager to make her cum, knowing that I was getting close.
"Here it comes, my Pelits'hir. I want you to make sure you don't spill a drop after you've waited so patiently for this. After all, I don't want to make another mess for you to clean up." I took my hands off her breasts and placed them on her shaft, quickly pumping as I continued to suck, eager to push her over the edge.
Less than a minute went by when she grabbed my head, holding it in place as she began to shoot her load down my throat. My stomach began to feel full as I struggled to gulp every shot down, savoring the taste more and more with each passing second. I coughed on her cock, causing some cum to come back to my mouth, but she never released her grip, keeping her in my throat. I managed to get it all down, and before long her shots dwindled as she let go of my head. I slid her cock out of my mouth, gasping for air. Whereas my cum seemed to energize her, I instead felt a comfortable warmth pulse through my body, putting me in an intense state of relaxation.
"I didn't actually expect you to be able to take it all, I'm quite impressed." She spoke after I caught my breath. "I guess you just refused to disappoint me, didn't you? Such a good boy, as always. I'm sure you're feeling pretty tired now, so I'll leave you to rest soon enough. But before I do, I want to prepare for our next encounter. I have a few things in mind and it might be a little while until I see you again." The thought of seeing her again served to lull me deeper into a sense of calm, relishing the fact that I could continue to provide for her.
She sat up and settled close to me on her knees. "I have another little gift for you before I leave, something to serve as a constant reminder of me. Though I'm sure you'll spend most of your time dreaming of me either way."
In her hand appeared a butt plug. "We're going to have you wear this until next time you see me. I might be gone for a bit, and I wouldn't want to leave you unsupervised, now do I? Lie down on your back, I wouldn't want to pinch you."
Without hesitation I got on my back, giving her access to my ass. She pulled my panties down further to get them out of the way before putting the plug deep in my ass.
"There we go, now that's one less thing to worry about. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll still be able to find a way to play in my absence without having to touch your cock in my absence. Just make sure you don't cum, I want you to save it all up for me. Also, I'm curious as to how this denial will make you feel, as I suspect you've never had a reason to stop yourself before. I want you to update me, even on days when I'm not here." From the air she produced a small stack of notes, similar to the one she had left me the night before. "Every night, simply write down your thoughts for the day on one of these notes and ignite it. It'll get to me. For now, I'll take my leave and wish you goodnight. I don't know when I'll see you again, so I trust you'll obey my requests. I'm sure you wouldn't want to know what happens if you let me down."
She stood from the bed and began walking over to the window. Seeing her walk away caused something in me to react, and without thinking I leapt up to follow her. When I reached her I grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around before kissing her deeply on the lips. My eyes were locked shut so I could not see her reaction, but I didn't feel her push me away, something she could have done with ease. As I pulled away, I opened my eyes and saw a look of genuine shock on her face, an emotion I had not seen her show before. She looked like she wanted to speak, but for the first time was at a loss for words. My mind could have been playing tricks on me, but I think I saw a slight blush appear on her cheeks. She blinked, and then spoke.
"I have to be going now. You can keep the outfit, by the way. It looks better on you, anyway. And...that was very bold." She quickly opened the window and crawled through before I could say another word. I glanced around the room, still almost unable to believe the situation I've found myself in. I saw myself in the mirror in the corner, penis still hanging out. I thought about that face she made before she left, scenarios running through my mind about what it could have meant.
I slept well that night, dreaming of my next encounter with my Kiara.