; ; She was not expecting company on such a night. She had dressed for the ; evening alone. But also for a tete-a-tete. Always be prepared, she ; chuckled. Her house was set well back the road, and the wet snow was ; accumulating quickly. Out here, forty miles from the city there were ; no near neighbors. There was no help for it, the driver of the ; stricken vehicle would have to seek refuge at her door. He was going ; to be frozen by the ten-minute walk to her door. Or she? No. Sabah ; knew the driver was male, a young male. A handsome and virile young ; male, she smiled, her nostrils wide with excitement. Somehow, whenever ; her hunger reached this level, a prey appeared. Her nerves tingled in ; expectation, and all her appetites stirred. It would take him a few ; more minutes to make his way here. More than enough time to prepare.
; ; She opened the satin robe, black as her hair, exposing the shorter ; nightgown of the same material. She appraised her appearance in the ; mirror in the hall, noting with approval how the gown and robe set off ; her fair, almost pale skin. Her eyes were dark, mysterious, an effect ; many women tried to imitate with make-up. She needed none. Her ; ensemble clung to her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her bosoms were ; twin snowy mounds with a deeply shadowed valley between. This would do ; very well. Experience gave her confidence in her powers.
; ; She was ready by the entrance when the doorbell rang. She let it ring ; a second time -- she wanted him to feel like a supplicant -- then ; opened the door. She studied the young man standing there while her ; appearance had its desired effect on him. He was well made, better ; than she had hoped. His face was ruggedly strong rather than ; handsome. No little intelligence, and even more strength of character ; looked out of his blue eyes. His hair was wetly plastered to his head; ; she could not judge the color. In spite of being miserably cold, he ; radiated vigor and vitality. She suppressed an urge to lick her ; lips. She could not have chosen better. His stunned reaction indicated ; a healthy masculine heterosexuality. Very good. This would make her ; task easier ... and more pleasant. She allowed him to stare for a few ; seconds longer.
; ; "Yes?" she said finally. He came to himself with a start. He seemed ; embarrassed by his speechlessness, as if it was the fault of his ; rudeness rather than her calculated effort. She eyed him with ; amusement.
; ; "My car broke down." He gestured towards the gate of her drive, ; although human eyes probably could not see it through the storm. "I ; wanted to use your 'phone to call the auto club?"
; ; "They warn single women alone never to let a strange man into her ; house," she replied in a teasing tone. "And the traveler-in-distress ; is the most transparent ploy ..." She should know; she had used it ; often enough in the past herself. Her accent reflected her long ; cosmopolitan life. Of course she did not show the least sign of ; apprehension.
; ; "Yes, Ma'am," the distressed traveler answered, taking her at her ; word. "This whole situation is right out of a B-movie script. Could ; you call them for me, then? Here is my membership card with my member ; number. tell them I'll wait for them in my car. It's a gray..."
; ; "Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle impatiently. His ; misplaced gallantry would spoil her plans. "I think I'm in no danger ; from YOU. You'll have to take your chances with me, however. No auto ; club could reach here, anyway. We're likely to be snowbound for days," ; she chuckled. "Now, get in her before you catch your death standing ; there in the snow!" She stepped aside and opened the door fully.
; ; He did not hesitate, but entered quickly, visibly glad to get out of ; the cold and wind. He was in the entrance hall, with the gleaming ; white tiled kitchen off the right, and the living room/parlor straight ; ahead. The darkened hall to the left led to her boudoir. Why on Earth ; had THAT word popped into his mind? The living room was furnished in ; white: deep carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A fire burned in the ; white brick fireplace and mixed with the smell of oak was incense of a ; most peculiar sort. Music was playing softly in the background; ; although the volume was low, he could feel the bass line from the ; powerful speakers.
; ; "Heavens! Don't just stand there dripping on my carpet, my young ; friend" she smiled. "Go into the kitchen and get out of those wet ; things. I'll bring you something to put on." She went down the hall to ; the linen closet. From her vantage point in the dark, she watched his ; eyes try to follow her. He went into the kitchen, took off his coat ; and draped it over a chair. He removed his shoes, then hesitated. She ; returned to the foyer and tossed him a large, fluffy towel through the ; kitchen door. She laughed. "Go on! Get undressed! I won't peek," she ; lied. "Dry off!"
; ; He blushed (how charming, she thought), but disrobed as she instructed ; and dried himself. She busied herself preparing the living room for ; the next stage, surreptitiously looking in on him as he finished and ; wrapped the towel around his body. She felt a spasm of desire. She had ; been far too long without a male essence and she had to exercise ; control to proceed methodically. When he had tucked the ends in to ; secure the bath sheet in place, she returned as if by coincidence with ; a white terry cloth kimono. "Here," she said not unsympathetically, ; handing him the robe. "Put this on. I'll make you some tea and join ; you in the living room."
; ; He donned the robe and went into the other room. While he was in the ; kitchen, she had turned down the lights, and changed the music to ; something soft and dreamy, vaguely oriental, very quiet but with a ; slow pulsing base. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Sabah ; called to him from the kitchen. "I've turned up the heat, to help ; take the chill out of you."
; ; She watched until he sank into the plush upholstery and soft cushions ; of the over-stuffed couch with a sigh. The warmth of the fire, the ; sensuous feel of the velvety pile and the music would coax him into ; the mood she wanted. She saw him hesitate, them put his head back, ; giving in to the music's invitation to let go. She smiled to herself ; and put the kettle on. Soothing and mildly sedative herbs were ready ; in an infusion bag. She let the relaxing and erotic suggestions she ; had implanted in the living room music take effect while the kettle ; boiled and the brew steeped. When it had reached the right strength ; and temperature, she poured a cup for him, and returned to the living ; room.
; ; His eyes were closed as she expected. She sat by his side, curling one ; leg up under her so she was facing him, regarding him for a few ; moments. Her nostrils flared. He would do; he would more than ; do. Belatedly sensing her presence, he blinked, and raised his head to ; look at her. She handed him the faintly steaming mug with a ; smile. "Comfy? Might as well make the best of it Look's like you're ; stuck here with me for several days, so you might as well feel at ; home. Here, drink this."
; ; Her fingers lightly brushed his own as she handed him the mug. He ; sipped the sweet fragrant liquid, somewhere between warm and hot, to ; encourage him to drink. It was delicious. He sipped again. As she ; watched, she could almost see its soothing effect speed through him, ; relieving the chill and stiffness of the drenching he had received, as ; it gently relaxed his muscles, stirred his passions, and beguiled his ; defenses. He glanced at her over the rim of the cup. Her robe was open ; and flowed behind her. The gown was slit to the hip, and she had ; seated herself in a position calculated to open it and subtly display ; her smooth, shapely legs. The neckline of her gown was disconcertingly ; low, and contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom. He realized ; he was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her face. She saw his ; confusion, and smiled again.
; ; "It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet amusement. "Finish ; your tea. I want you to feel comfortable here."
; ; "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he stammered, then sipped more of ; the herbal brew to cover his embarrassment.
; ; "It really is all right," she assured him. "It is hard not to look at ; me, isn't it? Don't worry, if looking at me helps you relax and feel ; comfortable, be my guest."
; ; He blushed furiously. How sweet, she thought, to find a man who can ; blush these days. Plainly to cover his confusion, he raised one ; eyebrow quizzically. She laughed musically and placed her right hand ; on his thigh.
; ; "Would I dress like this if I didn't enjoy having men look at me. I ; LIKE the reaction. Especially of a nice YOUNG man." She smiled and ; leaned her face in her left hand, resting that elbow on the back of ; the couch. She gazed steadily into his eyes as she continued ; speaking. "And you do enjoy looking at my breasts, don't you?" She did ; not remove her hand from his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards ; his crotch.
; ; "Er...yes, yes I ... I do," he admitted nervously.
; ; "Of course you do," she repeated with mock coyness. "I can tell," she ; went on, trailing her fingers across his groin. "I believe looking at ; my cleavage could even be getting you a little bit turned on. Don't ; be embarrassed. It happens frequently when I show young men my ; breasts." She paused to gauge his reaction; she didn't want to ; frighten him ... too much. The tea was doing its work, keeping his ; skittishness in check.
; ; "I'm flattered when a man cannot keep his eyes off my bosom. I like it ; even better when he tries to peek up my gown as you are doing." His ; eyes dropped to her lap in response to the implicit ; suggestion. "Trying to see if I have on panties?" she teased. She ; didn't, of course, and his eyes were riveted to the narrow gap at the ; top of the slit in her gown by the hint of a confirming glimpse. She ; reached out and took the now empty cup from his unfeeling ; fingers. "Tell me your name," she said, abruptly changing the subject.
; ; "Ah ... my name? Oh, Rod," he stammered, blinking and dragging his ; eyes back up to meet her own. "My name is Rod ..."
; ; "Rod," she interrupted. "That's a nice name, a strong, masculine ; name. You like being here with me, don't you, Rod? Not waiting for an ; answer, she put the cup down on the coffee table, and slipped her hand ; inside the robe he was wearing, grazing her fingertips down his bare ; thigh. "Are you feeling relaxed and comfortable, Rod?"
; ; "Oh, sure," he replied hastily, clearly trying not to show just how ; un-comfortable he really was. He tried to return her steady look, but ; her gaze was too intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so ; strong, that his eyes kept drifting back into the shadowed cleft ; between her creamy breasts.
; ; This was too good! This delectable male morsel was struggling, not to ; defend himself from seduction by a dangerous woman, but to be a ; gentleman. Such innocence! Such naivete! Such a hunk! She could feel ; her pussy grow moist in anticipation of the feeding.
; ; "I don't think you are telling me the truth, Rod," she smiled. "It's ; all right. Like most men, you are a little bit afraid of me. I am a ; mysterious, sexy woman and I am wearing clothes that make it ; impossible not to look at me. I think this negligee with its low ; neckline intimidates you. You are feeling a little aroused. Perhaps ; you are worried that I might seduce you, try to take advantage of ; you. After all, the lights are dim, the room is warm and cozy. I have ; you all alone with no one to see what I am doing to you. I could ; caress you and you might become hopelessly aroused." Her palm rested ; warmly against the inside of his thigh, while her fingers moved ; dreamily in little circles, barely touching his skin. "Are you afraid ; that I might make you have sex with me against your will?"
; ; "Yes...," he answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind elsewhere, as ; she had arranged.
; ; "Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be easy, so easy to ; manipulate your mind to take advantage of you." Just as I have been ; doing, she thought. "But you do not need to worry, Rod. Relax. I ; never make love to a man against his will. No man comes to my bed ; until I have made him very, very willing. If we make love tonight, I ; will make sure you really want it first. So you can put those fears ; out of your mind."
; ; "All right." he murmured compliantly, knowing somehow that he should ; not.
; ; "Let me help you forget your fears. You can relax. You can trust me." ; She slid her hand up to his waist and unfastened the robe. She smiled ; a twisted little smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his ; lap. she began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch. "We will just ; talk. You can tell me anything, and listen carefully to everything I ; say."
; ; "Uh, ma'am... Oh! . You shouldn't. . Please don't do that!"
; ; "No?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she replied. "Do you not ; like a woman's soft warm hand on your sex?"
; ; "Aahh...yes. But it is getting me aroused!"
; ; "That's just the point. Your prick is already getting nicely big and ; hard!"
; ; "But..."
; ; "Do not fight it, Rod. It's to help us become friends. I want you to ; be completely open and at ease with me. Open to me. I want you ; aroused. Getting a man aroused makes him docile and obedient. Does not ; my playing with your penis make you feel like doing anything I tell ; you?"
; ; "Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Rod sighed.
; ; "That's right. Good. Very good. Now close your eyes and tell me ; everything about yourself," she commanded.
; ; "Yes, Ma'am," Rod murmured as he drifted slowly down through the ; dreamy mood her hand on his cock induced and to the threshold of ; trance she had prepared him for. His eyelids drifted shut. She spoke ; to him softly, her lips next to his ear. She knew he was hearing her ; voice as if from a long way off. She asked him about his name, where ; he lived, his friends, his family, his job.... He answered ; automatically, without thinking. Eventually, using the information she ; gleaned, she began turning the questions around, twisting his answers ; into contradictions, confusing him, rendering the things he had told ; her meaningless. The facts of his life grew fuzzy and unimportant to ; him.
; ; Making him forget the pretty little blonde fiancee was a little ; harder, but so satisfying. Interesting material in that ; relationship. Blondie apparently was sexually repressed and Rod was ; too nice to show how badly she frustrated him. The silly filly not ; only often refused him intercourse, she wouldn't even let Rod go down ; on her, despite his pleas, probably because she didn't want to have to ; return the favor. It had been weeks since she had let him have ; missionary sex. Very useful.
; ; Eventually it was impossible for him to follow what she was doing in ; the hazy sensual fog with which she surrounded him, saturated ; him. Finally, she recalled him to consciousness. "You may open your ; eyes, rod." She made sure he heard in her tone her use of the lower ; case initial letter of his name, turning it into a diminutive.
; ; His eyes fluttered open, as if he were reluctant to leave the pleasant ; daze. She gazed intently into his face from up close. Her perfume was ; a fragrant cloud around him, making his head swim. She had opened his ; robe, and unwrapped his towel, but he barely seemed to notice. He ; stirred slightly, trying to move. She knew he would feel light headed ; and leaden limbed.
; ; "What happened, Ma'am," he asked. "And what IS your name? I can't just ; keep calling you 'Ma'am'."
; ; "You may call me Sabah, for now, my pet" she replied. "What happened ; is what is still happening, what is going to happen, what I am going ; to do ... to you." She continued to caress his manhood, which was by ; now quite engorged and erect.
; ; "Doing to me, Sabah?" he asked, looking helpless and confused.
; ; "Do you not even suspect, rod? You Americans have forgotten so much ; history and folklore. It makes you so vulnerable, so easy to take ; advantage of." She smiled triumphantly. Her teeth were very white, and ; her lips had become rosy and full. She saw he noticed the change. "The ; tea, of course, was drugged, my darling. Nothing strong, just some ; herbs to make you deliciously horny and rather sleepy. You really ; should not accept food or drink from strangers, you know." He ; struggled to sit up, evidently finding it extraordinarily ; difficult. She placed a gentle restraining hand on his bare chest, ; easily pushing him back down. "Don't bother trying, love. You are too ; dizzy to get up," she suggested. She began to play with his ; nipples. "And then I aroused you, as I am still doing. That makes it ; easy to cast my spell over you. You would say I hypnotized you."
; ; "But why?" Rod gasped.
; ; "Why?" Sabah tossed her hair back. "Why does the parasitic wasp ; paralyze her larger prey? Because she does not want her victim to ; struggle while she feeds. I need to feed off the sexual energy of men ; who are careless enough to let me seduce them. Do you know what a ; succubus is?" She slipped off her robe, leaving only the black satin ; gown clinging to her lush body.
; ; "Some kind of demon of lust?" Rod answered. She sensed him struggling ; to comprehend and resist what was happening. Such great strength of ; will, such steely character. His resistance excited her.
; ; "That is medieval superstition," Sabah responded scornfully. "I am as ; natural a creature as you. According to your Professor Gould, our two ; kinds must even have had a common ancestor in the Neolithic. I could ; bear a child by you, if I chose to. But tonight we will merely have ; sex." She smiled wickedly. "That is how I feed, you know. I will ; arouse you to unbearable heights. Then I will take you and at your ; climax, drain from you the sexual energy that I need. Afterwards, if ; I let you leave here, you would not have noticed. You would have only ; a fuzzy memory of some amazing sex with a mysterious woman. Of course, ; you would be completely exhausted for a week or more, but you would ; recover, none the wiser."
; ; "Then why are you telling me this? What do you mean, 'if you let me ; leave'" Rod asked, suspiciously.
; ; "Because I have decided I will NOT let leave here, darling. When I ; pick up occasional men, I am forced to gorge myself, which leaves them ; useless to me for weeks, so I discard them. It is more healthful for ; me, however, and more pleasant for the man," she smiled seductively, ; "If I have a regular lover from whom I can take smaller amounts of ; sexual energy more frequently. Until he passed away, Charles was a ; wonderful slave who met my needs several times a week, several times ; daily, when he was younger, like you. Since then, I have not been able ; to feed nearly often enough. It is dangerous picking up strange men, ; you know. There are too many diseases out there now."
; ; "Then, too, a strong man around a big house like this come in handy, ; you know," she added, running her fingers through his hair, almost ; tenderly. "I need a new slave and you'll be perfect."
; ; "Slave?" Fear filled his eyes.
; ; "Or lover," she reassured. Whatever you call it, all I have to do is ; take you to bed with me. I'll make you enjoy it so much that after a ; while, you will never want to leave. "Gladly you will become my ; devoted servant and passionate lover. You have what I need, and soon ; you will need what I have, what only can give you, rod." She saw fear ; in his eyes, fear fighting with lust. She touched his cheek "Fear not, ; my sweet, I always make sure men enjoy serving and feeding me."
; ; "Sabah!" he protested. "You can't do ... I won't ..."
; ; "Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking hold of his cock ; again and starting to rub it vigorously but deliciously. "Do not say ; silly things. I know what I can do to you, what I have done to you. I ; am now your succubus. I have been in your mind. After our little chat, ; I understand you completely. I know your weaknesses and how to take ; advantage of them. I know how to turn you on, rod, whether you want to ; be or not. Like most human males, you have a secret desire to be ; bedded and dominated by a beautiful woman. With me, I will fulfill ; your deepest wish."
; ; "No, Sabah, I don't want that!" he protested. "I won't let you ..."
; ; "Yes, Rod, domination. Enthrallment. I control your desires, can make ; you screw me any time I want," she smiled hungrily. "And since I have ; not had a man in several days, I want you now!" She arose from the ; couch in a fluid movement. "You will watch me closely while I remove ; my gown." She shrugged her shoulders and the jet satin flowed to the ; floor. Her pale flesh gleamed in the dim light. "Seeing me naked is ; arousing you intensely. You are becoming very excited, Rod. Having ; intercourse with me is the capstone of the spell of enslavement. It ; will seal the trance that will make you mine forever."
; ; "I won't let you do that," he objected. "I wont!"
; ; "Yes, you will. You will because I will use a drug on you that will ; destroy your mind's last defenses against my control. It will make you ; weak and permit me to do with you as I wish. It is a powerful drug, ; Rod, much more so than the silly potion I put in your tea. It will put ; you into a deep, deep sleep." She moved back to the couch and spread ; her legs for him.
; ; "A drug?" Rod said skeptically, looking around for any sign of a ; hypodermic or pills. She could see that he was regaining some control ; of his speech and thoughts. Soon voluntary control of his limbs would ; creep back into his body, as the effects of the drugged tea faded. He ; was almost dangerous. Magnificent! She must act in time.
; ; Sabah laughed. "We succubae have been using this drug to make men ours ; for eons. Men know and fear its power. It is a drug, which can become ; a habit, a drug that the man instinctively knows can make him a slave ; to the woman who gives it to him. You know what I mean, Rod. Why do so ; many men resist going down on their women? They fear the power of the ; drug. But when a female of my kind offers a man the potion, he cannot ; help taking it. YOU cannot help taking it," she said, her eyes glowing ; into his.
; ; He shook his head, his eyes glazed with both lust and horror. He tried ; to avert his gaze, but he was powerless to prevent her from opening ; her sex to him. He could not avert his gaze from the wet, inviting ; sight. She was beginning to tease her slit. With the other hand she ; caressed his face, his shoulders and chest, and gently brought his ; face closer to her warm moist pussy. "Men allow us to drug you because ; you enjoy too much they way we administer it," she gloated. "Drink!"
; ; "Sabah, stop!" he pleaded, looking up into her eyes.
; ; "Are you sure you want me to stop?" she smiled, teasing her pussy with ; her supple fingers as she drew his mouth slowly closer. "We give you ; the drug with our pussies, Rod. I secrete a mind-controlling hormone ; from between my legs. Drink it, Rod. It will be absorbed by your mouth ; when you eat me. It goes into your blood and flows to your brain. It ; will make you my slave. Don't make me stop, Rod. You will love the way ; I drug you. You will come back to me for it often. You will have to ; keep coming back to me again and again for additional doses."
; ; Amazingly his head moved no closer. He was struggling to break ; free. Sabah had never seen such force of will. It frightened her and ; excited her as she had never felt. She MUST have him!
; ; "Look at my breasts!" Her tone changed as she changed the subject, ; confusing him further. "I want you to kiss my tits." She leaned ; closer, flaunting her bosom inches from his face, bringing her ; nipples, so proudly erect, close to his lips. "Kiss them," she ; coaxed. "Lick them. Suck on them."
; ; The languor which arose from her hand stroking his prick had spread ; through his body and mind, making further resistance unthinkable. She ; slipped one hand to the back of his neck and drew his face to her ; bosom. He moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous breasts. His ; obedient mouth found her nipple.
; ; Now he was hers! She had rubbed her breasts with the philters and ; tranquilizing herbs. He was sinking quickly, his resistance ; gone. "Ah...that is so nice," the seductress sighed, her voice ; deepening with hunger and lust. "You do that very well, as I knew you ; would. I will teach you a thousand ways to please me. You are going to ; be a wonderful slave," she sighed as she pushed his head downward and ; released it. He needed no further guidance. His own fantasies took ; over as he fell to worshiping her pussy.
; ; Sabah did not have long to wait until Rod's tongue and lips found her ; secret self. Aroused for hours, she came quickly and filled his mouth ; with her cum. He licked every drop, but he didn't stop! Even with her ; control, she had never been able to get Charles to do this. Rod was ; loving her sex with an enthusiasm Sabah had never experienced. Though ; she didn't think it possible, Rod brought her to a second and a third ; orgasm. She closed her eyes and let the waves of pleasure flood over ; her. Could he be the one?
; ; At last her breathing returned to normal and she moved to straddle his ; hips. She took his face in her hands and spoke. "Tonight, darling, it ; is not just to feed on your energy, you know, nor even just to enslave ; you. I also have a woman's needs." she guided his penis between her ; vaginal lips. "You have come very far, and done very well. Please me ; once again and I will give you the reward I have made you long for."
; ; With a complex flexing of her lower abdominal muscles, her nether lips ; reached out and sucked his cock inside her. "Best of all," she ; continued, leading his mind to be enveloped by hers as his manhood was ; swallowed within her body, "You do not have to do a thing. Just lie ; back, my darling, and let me work my will. Feel my pussy close around ; your cock. Feel it riding up and down the shaft of your manhood. You ; like this, don't you? Up ... and down, taking you deeper and deeper ; into me each time. From now on, I will take charge of your sex life ; and make you love it. It is so easy, rod. You love the way I fuck ; you. My pussy goes up ... and down ... up ... and down ... deeper and ; deeper. ... It is so relaxing, rod. You are going to close your eyes ; and surrender to the pleasure I am giving you. Close your eyes and let ; me fuck you...fuck you..."
; ; "No, Sabah," he protested with the last of his strength and will. He ; was drunk on her love juices, almost overwhelmed by the sensual ; pleasure of her pussy around his cock, she saw, but that strength of ; character she had seen in him from the first instant rose up to defend ; his autonomy from her soft assault. How marvelous to find prey worthy ; of her powers and skills. She beamed down at him with admiration, as ; she continued to rock him into submission. He looked directly at her, ; and accused, "You ... can't ... hypnotize ... me!"
; ; "But I can, Rod. I am strengthening the hypnotic control I already ; have. You started going under when you first saw me. You drifted into ; a medium trance while we were talking as you drank my tea, right after ; you came in. Post-hypnotic suggestion left you weak and easy to arouse ; sexually. Now you are going under my spell again, deeply. Each time I ; fuck you, it will get easier to take you under my control, the control ; you will come to crave. Now be still and let me continue."
; ; "No," he moaned vainly.
; ; "Yes, Rod. This feels too good to resist. You are getting so weak, my ; darling, and it feels so good to sink into my power. You are so ; drowsy, angel. You are struggling so hard to stay awake, my ; sweet. It's so tiring. Don't fight it, love. Close your eyes, my ; darling, and let me fuck you. Won't it be wonderful to fall asleep in ; my arms, rod? Let me put you into a deep sleep and when you awake you ; will be my happy sex slave. You'll no longer remember your former ; life. You will not need to think about anything but pleasing ; me. Serving me, feeding me, pleasing me will be your whole life, ; Rod. I demand your all, Rod, but the rewards are great."
; ; She watched her words defeat him. She smiled as his eyes reluctantly ; closed and the determined expression on his face faded.
; ; "Now relax completely, my sweet, while my cunt goes up and down on ; your cock and puts you to sleep ... up ... and down ... fucks you ; ... up ... and down .... Putting you to sleep ... up ... and down ; ... deeper ... up ... and down ... puts you to sleep ... fucks you to ; sleep ... fucks you ... to sleep.." Her voice became softer and her ; movements accelerated as she rode him towards orgasm.
; ; "Now, my precious! Now!" He came at her command and she reached out ; with the immaterial part of herself, her own approaching orgasm ; enveloping and absorbing his sexual energy, feeding on it, as her body ; fed on his cum. Only when she felt him slacken and fall limp did she ; allow a her own fourth climax to wash over her.
; ; She lay next to him for long delicious minutes as she felt the ebb of ; power from his body to hers, re- energizing her, nourishing her, ; rejuvenating her. Then, sated for a time, she looked down on the ; young man lying beneath her. Drained now, sleeping so peacefully, so ; profoundly. He was hers now, but what a possession! Surprisingly, she ; found she actually felt strong affection for him. He was innocent yet ; strong. He would serve her well for many years. The service would take ; its toll, of course, but with proper care, for many years just the ; same. She had never been particularly good at caring for her men. But ; this one seemed special. She would see that the years would be happy ; ones, filled with pleasure. Pleasure in serving her.
; ; Perhaps, even ... it was too soon to think about that yet, even she ; could not know when the time would come, ... perhaps he would be the ; one chosen to give her the long-desired daughter. Perhaps he already ; had, she thought as she snuggled against his hard young body and ; joined him in sleep.
; ; The End?
; ; No. The story continues in "Sabah and Rod." ; ;