A Succubus For Christmas (3 page)

She sat back down on him, drawing his cock back into her heat. Her tail was still wound around the base of his cock. As her tight pussy slurped and sucked on the end of his cock her tail squeezed and pumped its base.

Ennis was in total ecstasy. His back arched, driving his shoulders and head into the bed as she worked his cock expertly from both ends. His whole body was taut and thrumming with the building pressure.

Again she took him to the very point of release and stopped, rising up off his cock. Her face, with its flat black eyes, was unreadable as she stared down at him.

“This is the last time I'll ask,” she said. “Will you dismiss me?”

Ennis felt like a bomb on the verge of exploding. His cock twitched against the opening of her cunt, desperate to be engulfed back into its soft warmth. He couldn't bear for this pleasure to end.

Forgive me Garth, he thought.

“No!” he howled.

She matched his cry and fell across him with her whole body, wrapping her arms around him and letting her wings cover them both like a blanket.

Ennis went off like a bomb inside her. He spurted and spurted and spurted and spurted hot cum into her in an orgasm that never seemed to end. He felt the sucking muscles of her vagina milk every last drop of sperm from his balls. Purest rapture fizzed through his veins and crackled across his brain. He lay there and let the pleasure crash through his body.

“He won't suffer,” the succubus whispered softly in his ear.

* * * *

The funeral fucking sucked.

Causes unknown was the final verdict, a mystery that had stumped the medical profession right to the end. Ennis knew the truth though. Even though the others didn't know, he still couldn't bring himself to look them in the eye.

Denise was the worst. She was in floods of tears for the whole ceremony and couldn't stop. When the coffin finally went into the ground she collapsed like a marionette with cut strings and stared into nothing with empty eyes.

* * * *

A good hard sex session would cheer him up, Ennis thought. He walked into the bedroom, wanting to lose himself in the pleasures of her embrace.

She wasn't on the bed; she was behind the door. As he walked in she twisted him around and pushed him, hard, so he fell back onto the bed. She was on top of him in a flash, ripping at his clothes with red fingernails that looked more like claws. She had grown more aggressive over the last few nights, but this was something else, something...feral.

She ripped open his shirt and then turned her attentions to his trousers, pulling them apart so forcefully the button popped.

“Eager?” He tried to sound playful, but couldn't stop a trace of fear from entering his voice.

The succubus looked up at him and hissed, baring fangs Ennis hadn't seen before. A fleshy red tongue, dripping with saliva, tasted the air. Fires burned in the depths of her abyssal black eyes.

She turned her head back to his groin and coiled her thick tongue around his manhood, pulling it into a mouth that boiled with lust. Her sudden change to wild animal terrified Ennis, but he was powerless to stop his body responding to her ministrations. As her muscular tongue wrapped his cock in its coils and squeezed he felt blood surge into his rising erection.

She took him from flaccid to rock hard in a few brief seconds.

Hissing in triumph, she got on top and mounted him. Ennis gasped as he entered her, but there was pain mixed in with the familiar pleasure. She was hot, too hot and her pussy didn't seem quite so soft. He felt her furnace heat as strong muscles gripped his cock in an unyielding vice.

“Easy baby,” he said.

The succubus ignored him. She threw her head back and gave a wild cry as she began to thrust up and down on him harder and faster than she'd ever done before. The friction, and the heat, was starting to hurt Ennis's cock. He was shocked as he felt her tail first probe then force its way inside his ass.

He looked up at a vision of terrible beauty. She clutched heavy breasts with claw-tipped hands as her body moved up and down. Black ichor oozed from her nipples. She wasn't naked. Black leather straps studded with spikes ran under her breasts and across her shoulders: the bondage outfit of the Devil's own slut. Her great bat wings extended from her shoulders and curved around like the hood of a cobra. She stared down at Ennis with burning red eyes.

…
something dark and terrible with midnight black wings and eyes that glow like the fires of hell…

Although still in his bedroom, Ennis felt as though his bed was also somewhere else at the same time, as if another image had been superimposed over the top. He thought he sensed a cold, limitless black void stretching away in all directions. He thought he saw the flicker of flames drawing ever closer. He thought he caught the unpleasant odour of sulphur in the air. He thought he heard chains clinking in the darkness above him.

“I'm your master! I dismiss you!” he cried again.

The succubus laughed again and then hunched right over him until her burning eyes were right above his. Her great black wings blocked out the rest of his world.

“You're my prey,” she whispered.

She thrust her body down on him, hard, forcing his cock deep within her where it was gripped tight by muscles banded with iron. Sharp curved teeth sprang out of her vaginal walls, but Ennis didn't feel them enter his flesh, instead they sank, like cruel fisherman's hooks, into the most precious part of him of all.

“Your friend's life force was sweet, but that was all I was allowed to take.”

She sat back up straight and pursed her sensual lips in concentration.

“Hgghh!” Ennis cried in pain as he felt a muscle clench deep inside her. Her teeth pulled inward and he felt that most innermost part of him stretch and distort all across his body.

“But you, who gave him away to me, have no such protection.”

“Pleas-nghhh!” The muscle clenched again and she twisted her body around his cock. That innermost part of him stretched thinner like over-stressed elastic as her inner teeth sank in deeper and remorselessly pulled.

The succubus smiled and her red eyes blazed.

“I get to take your soul.”

Ennis screamed as the elastic ties binding his soul to his flesh stretched taut and finally snapped. The last he heard was the succubus's howl of both pleasure and triumph as her inner teeth reeled him into the gaping furnace of her vagina.

* * * *

Steven Ennis's lifeless body was discovered in his bed. Incongruously, he was naked apart from a red Santa hat lying over a quite impressive erection.

The Masterton Covenant.

“I know why you're here,” the old man says. He is sitting at the back of the club, still wrapped in a shawl despite the roaring fire beyond him. He doesn't bother to turn, instead staring into the flickering flames as he sips a glass of brandy.

“I've seen that look before, that hunger. You think you've exhausted every pleasure this world has to offer and you're looking for some new thrill to ease the tedium. Then you heard about them and you wondered if it was possible, without dying and having your soul sucked out that is. Then someone told you about me.”

“Is it? Yes, that's always the first question they ask. You always want to know what it's like before the how. Is it the ultimate sexual pleasure? I can see you thinking that from the hunger in your eyes. It is, or at least I have encountered none better.”

“There is a Hell of sorts that occupies a plane of existence adjacent to our own. With the right knowledge a person can cross the barrier between both planes. Some even have the knowledge to make it back. The beings that exist in that plane, the denizens of Hell, or demons if you will, regard us as little more than cattle or playthings. To us they seem as much as gods as a farmer would seem to his livestock.

“It is possible to control them though, the demons. For all their power their existence is constrained by a set of rules and conditions far beyond our understanding. They are compelled to enter into contracts with us and to always keep to them. Some have speculated this is because they were once angels created to watch over and serve us. I can't answer whether this is true or not, all I know is that a demon will never ever break a contract with a human.

“So it's easy, I can see you thinking. Perform the right ritual, word your bargain in the correct manner and nothing can go wrong.”

The old man chuckles.

“Many thought the same thing. They summoned demons into this plane to serve them or even travelled into the demon's realm and thought themselves safe through the bargains they had created. And in nearly every case they eventually lost both their life and their soul.

“A demon will never break a contract directly, but that doesn't mean there aren't loopholes.

“You can command a demon not to kill you, but it is still free to drive you insane, or imprison you for eternity.

“You might command a succubus not to hurt you, but what use is that. She will kill you and you will be in absolute bliss for the whole time.”

The old man shivers again, although it is hard to tell whether this is from fear or some other emotion.

“That was until Clive Masterton. Masterton was a mathematician primarily interested in logic. Rather than use the clever words so favoured by lawyers he looked instead to pure mathematics. His contract was not a piece of English but a complex series of logical equations. It was completely unbreakable. None of the demons Masterton summoned to serve him could ever harm him, his relations or his loved ones. Still, Masterton was cautious enough to never hold them here for too long or ask for too much.

“I can give you the exact text of Masterton's Covenant, but before you continue with your endeavours I would ask you to indulge the wishes of an old man. Hear my tale first and decide for yourself whether the thrill you seek still comes without a price.”

The man takes a large gulp of brandy as he readies himself.

“When I was young, like yourself, I too had attained a level of knowledge that made my life very comfortable indeed. However there are only so many girls you can bed before the lack of challenge starts to become tedious. Being able to obtain virtually anything I wanted did nothing to assuage my boredom. I was eager for new thrills.

“While attaining my knowledge I read about succubi. These demons, along with their male counterparts the incubi, are the avatars for the sin of lust. They are said to be the embodiment of sexual perfection. Over the centuries many a man of knowledge has attempted to summon a succubus in order to gratify carnal desires.

“It is a highly dangerous act, for a succubus is also a vampire. She drains her victim, often completely, of their life force during the act of sex. Still, I wanted to experience such an exquisite creature. What greater thrill can there be than risking one's life and soul in pursuit of the ultimate sexual gratification?

“Most contracts are useless with succubi. Once in their arms men will sign over everything–their life, their soul–just to prolong the pleasure. Most revoke the very contracts they bargained for their protection.

“The Masterton Covenant cannot be revoked.”

The man pauses then, lost in contemplation as he stares into the flickering flames.

“As well as being governed by arcane and unfathomable laws, the denizens of Hell also conform to a strict hierarchy. The succubus I had chosen–I dare not utter her name even now, even as a whisper, in case she should hear–occupies a high ranking position. In my arrogance I had determined that rutting with a mere minor minion on the fields of forbidden pleasures was beneath me. Instead I was summoned to the sumptuous private chamber of a major succubus. The walls of her chamber were covered in black velvet and studded with erotic paintings. Candles filled the room with soft light and trails of perfumed smoke. A giant circular bed took up nearly half of the room and was piled with cushions. I barely noticed any of this. The succubus sat on a silver chair beside the bed and captivated my attention completely.

“They are exquisite; words cannot truly describe them and she was elite amongst her kind. She was taller than most men and her body was perfectly proportioned apart from her breasts. They were large and full, but not grotesquely so. Imagine a Playboy fantasy, but without the need for silicone. Jet-black hair cascaded around her shoulders in wavy curves.

“There could be no mistaking her for human though. Her skin was a deep blood-red, her eyes were two bottomless black pools and there were two tiny horns upon her head. These features only seemed to heighten her appeal though. They reminded me of what she truly was and it only added to the thrill of the danger.

“She was completely naked and without shame. She sat and watched me with an amused expression, legs spread wide to reveal the slit of her naked pussy. The flesh around it was smooth and hairless.