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The Fun House 5 of 20: The Birth of Succubus - by Redbud

   The wheelchair shuddered to a stop.

   Sadie had lived in a chair and older chairs since she could remember. 
She knew by the sound how much life was left in them and tonight there was
no going home.  She had ridden the chair along side the road, had pushed it
complaining through the berm's gravel.  Cars had swerved around her but
hadn't slowed down.  It wasn't the first time she had been out on the road
and it wasn't the first time she had been ignored.  She could have ridden
into the fair ground in broad daylight.  Nobody would have cared.

   But she had found the trailer.  When she heard the rumors she knew she
had nothing to lose.  She didn't bothered to call in sick.  She charged the
wheel chair through the night and the next morning.  She ate.  She dressed
and ran the whining chair where it had never been.  And now...  she was
alone.  A wind rattled and hushed the evenings leaves -- cold and damp. 
She shivered.  The wheel chair lurched forward, briefly digging its wheels,
meant for carpets and tile, into the gravel.  Shapes were beginning to
appear on the trailer's side.  They moved.

   Sadie stopped.  She expected to be afraid.  She knew she would be.  She
was.  Her heart raced but she couldn't go back.  The evening's light faded
from dark blue to black and the shapes took form and color.  They moved
through each other.  Sometimes they seemed to be human, sexual, legs apart
or together, the thrusting motion of intercourse that would blur and fade
again.  Two tall figures appeared on either side of an entry door.  They
were tall and elongated -- a man and a woman.  Each gestured to the door
beside them.  Their faces were angelic but Sadie could see the forms
beneath their robes -- the outline of the woman's breasts, her nipples, her
sex and the man's penis.

   This was the fun house.  Yes.  She jammed the wheelchair's controls
forward again.  The road ended.  She turned the chair into the tall grass.
The stirrups quickly tangled and the wheels spun uselessly in the damp
grass.

   "Shit!" she spat, and then she laughed.  "You got me this far."

   She grit her teeth and leaned forward only to fall back into the chair.
Try again.  She snarled and flung herself forward.  This time she toppled
onto the wet grass.  Her useless legs crumpled under her and her spindly
arms buckled.  She cried out in pain, her wrist twisted,

   "You can't mow that grass?" she muttered.  "Fucking immortal and you
don't have time to mow the grass."

   With a loud groan she heaved herself forward, ignoring the pain in her
wrist.  Her legs unfolded and dragged behind her.  She couldn't remember
the last evening when she felt grass against bare skin or the smell of it.
The damp dirt felt good against her elbows.  "Huh!" She heaved herself
forward on her forearms.  Her cheek was wet, whether with dew or blood, she
didn't care.

   After what seemed like an hour, she reached the entry.  She groaned as
she lifted herself up on one arm, struck the broken door with the palm of
her hand before she collapsed back onto the grass.  The door creaked and
banged open but didn't close again.  There was nothing inside.  Just black.
She glanced up at the figures.  She lingered on the figure's penis.  "You
can't even fucking come out and help me?"

   Yes, she had tasted a cock before, but only once.

   "Asshole," she muttered.  She groaned and pushed herself up until she
caught the steel doorsill by her chin.  "Huhn!" She clutched at the sill
and yanked herself up.  Her collarbones leaned hard against the sill. 
Again!  Now she was on her breasts.  "Finally, useful for something..."
"Huhn!" Her upper body was inside.  Grit and dust ground into her palms but
the wooden floor was smooth.  She was breathing hard and coughed on dust.
She yanked herself forward.  Her body followed.  "Huh!" Her feet cleared
the door.  At last.  The door gently shut behind her.  The smell of dust
and aging wood filled the darkness.

   Sadie closed her eyes and rested her cheek against the floor.

   Maybe she fell asleep.  She wasn't sure.  Something woke her.  A
footstep?  She anxiously peered into the dark.  "Who's there?" she asked.
Christ, what a fool she was.  If she was lucky the killer would put her out
of her misery.

   "Who's there?" she asked again.

   She heard a soft, deep chuckle.  "Who do you think?"

   Sadie said nothing at first, hearing only her own breath.  "Comus?"

   Again, the deep reverberating chuckle.  The footsteps came closer. 
There was light - moonlight.  "Yes."

   "Some fantasy..." She spit out some dust.  "Yeah...  you fuck, who are
you really?"

   "Look at me..."

   Sadie painfully pushed herself onto her back.  Her legs uselessly
followed her hips.  "Oh..." she gasped.  "Jesus." He was huge.  There were
wings, dark and massive at his shoulders - just a silhouette.  She was
shaking.  He laughed softly.

   "I have been waiting..."

   "So what," Sadie interjected, "you're immortal."

   "...but you're not," Comus answered.

   "You were worried?" Sadie asked.

   "I don't worry," Comus rumbled.

   "Tell me." Sadie's ribs ached.  "You could appear however you wanted -
like an angel.  But why like this?  Like the devil?"

   "What is in you," Comus answered quietly, "is what makes me."

   "I wanted you to look like a demon?"

   "The demon is in you," Comus deep voice answered.

   "And evil?"

   "Do you think I'm evil?" Comus asked.

   Sadie hesitated before she spoke.  "You're not an angel."

   "You don't want me to be an angel."

   "Comus," Sadie took a painful breath.  "What are you going to do to me?"

   "Just what you want..."

   "This is what I want?" Her voice shook.  "To be your fucking floor mop?
This is my fantasy?"

   The footsteps again.  "Tell me," rumbled Comus.  "Do you think being a
woman means being beautiful?"

   "Maybe," Sadie answered, hesitating, "to me."

   "A woman without her body is useless?"

   "No," Sadie answered angrily.  "I'm crippled and I'm dying."

   "You are beautiful," Comus answered.  "You are the most desirable woman
who has ever entered my house."

   Sadie's breath shook, but not fear, not as much.  "Fuck you," she
laughed.  "I can't even sit up.  You want me to suck your big toe?  I hear
some guys really get off on it."

   The giant figure laughed.  "I'm not interested in your body, woman, but
you're mind.  Do you think that only your appearance interests me?  I am
captivated by so much more.  I watched the Greeks sack Troy and amused
Genghis Khan.  The beauty of women is like a wildflower's season.  No. 
There is so much more.  Much more.  The mind...the imagination..." The
giant figure growled.  "Why do you think I have created this?"

   "This?  Wow.  Oh boy.  I'm impressed."

   "Desire is what captivates me: yours, theirs, the imagination, desire.
Appearances mean nothing to me.  "

   "Finally," Sadie answered, her voice betraying her fear, "my soulmate."

   She heard his deep rumbling laughter.  "And more..." The floorboards
vibrated with his steps.  "You will be my masterpiece, Sadie.  I bring out
of you what you have brought out of me."

   Sadie's stomach clenched.  Fear.  "What are you going to do?"

   "Give to you your desires." She grunted loudly when his boot roughly
kicked her ribs, turning her back onto her belly.

   "Jesus..." Her voice quavered.  "A little lower next time.  I don't feel
anything below my waist, you know."

   "Don't be frightened my little demon," he mumbled.  She felt his breath
at the back of her neck.  He was doing something with her legs.  She could
feel her weight shifting, her body being moved.  Something licked the back
of her neck.

   "What are you doing!" she demanded.

   "I am opening your legs."

   "I..." she swallowed.  "I've never..."

   "This is how it's don e."

   "But..."

   "I know," he growled.  "I know...  a pity.  I will change that.  You are
beautiful."

   "But..."

   His hands gripped her dress at the shoulders and tore it back, baring
her breasts.  She fell back to the floor, her nipples grinding against the
wood.  She gasped.  "That's better," he growled.

   "Why..." she breathed.  "Why are you doing this?"

   "You are a woman," he answered.  She felt him moving her again.  "I want
your legs wider."

   She reached in front of her, her fingernails scraping against the floor.
"Tut, tut, my little demon." He pulled her head back by the hair and she
felt him lick her ear with an impossibly long tongue before he let go.  Her
head banged the floor.

   "This turns you on?" she asked and she felt herself jolted forward and
felt something in her guts.

   He said nothing.  It was getting harder to breath.  There was pressure.
"What..." she tried to take a deep breath.  "What are you...UHNN!"

   "Look," he growled and forced her head down.

   She saw.  She saw his giant balls between her emaciated legs.  The fur
of her pussy stretched around the great black trunk of his cock .  He had
opened her.  Her legs wide.  Between them, almost as wide as her thigh, his
cock was buried inside her!  But her legs were changing.  The skin was
changing and her muscles were thickening!  The pressure on her neck
increased and she saw more of the cock's girth slide into her.  "UHH!" Yes!
She felt it inside her!  She felt a cock inside her!  This is what it felt
like!  Pushing!  Opening her!  Forcing her legs apart!  Possessing her
insides.  She groaned.  She tried to catch her breath against the thing
that seemed to filling her core from the opening between her legs up to her
staggering heart.  Jesus!  She could feel its girth moving her guts around
it.  She groaned, exhaling, her vision dimming.

   "You see?" Comus pulled her head up and back.  "This is what you have
always deserved to feel.  This is your body's birthright."

   She felt herself tugged back and then jolted forward again.  She moaned
and gasped.

   "That's better," he murmured.  "That's what I want to hear from you."

   He was changing her!  With every thrust she was feeling more.  She was
feeling stronger.  She struck the floor with her fists.  Oh Jesus, she
arched her back, thrusting her ass upward.  Her ass!  She could move it! 
"Uh!  Uh!  UH!" Her legs.  He was hurting her knees.  They were scraping
the god-damned floor.  She wanted to cry out but every thrust knocked the
breath out of her.  "HUH!" She widened her legs, obeying the mastery of the
cock inside her.

   "That's it!" Comus growled.  He let go of her hair.

   She lowered her head and powerfully jammed her fingers through the
floorboards.  The wood splintered.  She grunted and lifted her hips off the
floor until she was balanced on the balls of her feet, her pussy behind
her, the lips opened by the girth of Comus' cock.  She felt something on
her shoulder, soft and silken.  It was hers!  Jesus.  The tip of it ended
in a sharp black spade.  She could move it!  It was long and whipped
through the air in front of her.  "Huh!" He drove into her.

   "Ah...  my little masterpiece!"

   And then she felt something between her legs.  It was rubbing against
his cock.  It made her want to scream.  It made her want to open her legs
until her thighs seared her.  It made her want to arch her ass.  It made
her want her pussy penetrated.  It made her want to piss, to lick the
floor, to curl her toes, to rub her tits against the grit of the wood.  It
made her want to rut.  It made her want to be fucked.  "HUH!" she cried,
her voice suddenly deep and powerful.  She twisted, with a terrible
strength, gyrated and his cock slipped out of her.

   She cried out, a shriek, powerful, and leapt out of Comus' grip.  Her
tail whipped behind her and only Cumus' own inhuman speed saved his throat.
The razor sharp spade of her tale sliced his cheek and chest, drawing
blood. Succubus struck the wall, breaking the plaster and lathe.  She
screamed at him, though it wasn't pain.  She crouched against the wall as
though the wall were the floor.  Muscles moved in her back that she had
never felt before.  Wings!  They were black and velveteen, and her tale! 
She wrapped it around her neck and licked the tip.  She tried to catch her
breath.  Her legs were spread.  She could feel the cool air against her
empty pussy and she wanted it filled again.  Her hips swivelled back and
forth and she watched Comus' movements like a cat.

   "Beautiful," murmured Comus, tasting his own blood.  "Lovely." His cock
stood stiffly in front of him, easily half the length of her torso.  It was
glistening.  It would kill a mortal woman.  She wanted all of it inside her
again, but not from behind...  no, without knowing why, not like that.  But
she wasn't done yet.  He wasn't done yet.  "You think that I have made you
like this?" He chuckled.  "I haven't.  This was in you.  I only hoped this
is what I would find.  A Succubus inside a woman is a very, very rare
find."

   Sadie leapt from the wall to floor with a feline grace that made Comus
groan and his cock twitch.  Every movement of her hips, her breasts and
pussy kindled a desire he had only dreamed of.  "Ah..." he murmured.  "My
lovely little pet.  My sensuous cat.  You are more than I expected.  You
already test me.  You tempt me like no other .  You are my equal."

   Legs!  My god, thought Sadie, the freedom!  I can walk!  I can move!  I
can feel the air everywhere!  Most of all ,she could feel the air against
her moist and swollen sex.  She crouched before Comus.  Her tail spiraled
around his cock and looped around his balls quicker than the eye could
follow.  His laughter was a growl.  She pulled him forward, by his cock and
balls, pulling it downward.  She licked the tip, gazing up at him. 
"Please," she said.

   "Please what?" he asked.

   "Please..." she smiled wickedly.  "Master?"

   "Yes," said Comus quietly, "drink.  Drink from Comus' cup.  Drink and be
whole.  Drink, my love, and you will never be broken again."

   With inhuman speed she took his cock into her mouth.  She ran her hands,
a fine velvet fur between her fingers, up his shanks and back to his
buttocks, opening them.  Her touch was soft, gentle.  Her head moved back
and forth with the same gentleness, her gaze never leaving his.  Her tongue
snaked around his cock as she sucked.  From there the forked tip moved
between Comus' balls and slowly arched behind them, and then like a snake,
she pierced him, driving up into his body, through his anus.

   Comus bellowed and threw his head back.  His wings arched and spread
open.  His body trembled and his massive cock was jolted by the first spasm
of his orgasm.  The second and third burst of his drink followed inhumanly
fast.  Sadie never let the massive head leave her mouth.  She swallowed,
then swallowed again and again as his organ convulsed.  She emptied him. 
Comus bellowed again and powerfully pushed her away.  Her tail sinuously
curved out of his body.  He fell to one knee and stooped forward, catching
himself with one hand.  His cock hung loosely between his legs.

   "Succubus," he growled, a smile slowly spreading, "never, never, never
has a woman, or a creature like you, made my cock so limp so quickly."

   "Succubus," she hissed.  She stood.  Slowly.  Sinuously.  Her own
bat-like wings spread behind her, her tale gracefully curving and arching
around her as her hips swayed.  She opened her mouth for him, full of his
thick white fluid.  She let his sticky orgasm drip from her lips, to her
chin and breast before she licked the stringing drops back into her mouth.

   "Succubus.  Only you..." His cock was hardening and straightening. 
"Could do this to me."

   Sadie smiled.  "Succubus," she said, her voice deep, sensuous, and
powerful.  "Succubus.  I like that name."

   "You must be hungry my little pussy-cat."

   "You have no idea..." Sadie purred.

   "Go feed, my wild little pussy-cat," Comus strode in front of her,
towering over her.  He scratched under her chin and felt something he had
never experienced.  He dared not name it.  "Do no harm," he growled.  "What
I have given, I can take away.  Though it would break..." his voice trailed
off.

   "Your heart?" Succubus whispered.  "You have one?  Men, all the same, a
little fuck and you think we love you for it..." Her tail wrapped itself
around his cock.

   Comus laughed softly.  "You don't fool me my pet.  Come back."

   "Ask," Succubus wrapped her fingers round his balls, "nicely."

   "Please..."

   "I might," Succubus hissed and crouched.  Then, with a blinding and
sinuous leap, she burst through the roof of the fun house, her tail
unwrapping itself with equal speed.  Wood splintered and metal screamed. 
Her wings unfolded and blocked the moonlight.  And then she was gone like a
wisp of dark smoke.

   Freedom!  Feeling!  She could feel!  Her pussy and nipples ached with
feeling.  Her skin thrilled at the feeling of the air!  She could breath,
deeply.  She soared into the night air, far above the bunched lights of the
small city.  She could hear - everything.  Every heart beat in every house.
There, she could hear sex.  She could hear the woman panting, pleading for
her lover to drive more deeply into her body.  There, she could hear the
man's groans as his wife sucked him in a shower.  Yes.  She could hear it
all.  She could hear the turning the pages of fashion magazine as the boy
masturbated.  She could hear the girl's ragged breaths as she came in her
sleep.  This was her element.  Yes.  Pleasure.  It had been denied her for
so long.  Her appetite for pleasure felt infinite.  Her hunger.  But
first...  first...

   She gyrated through the black air.  There.  The house.  She silently
slowed and lowered herself onto the back porch of the frat house.  Her long
feet, covered in the silky black fur of the wings, touched the wood toe
first, then her heels.  She folded her wings and they melted into the skin
of her back.  She wrapped her tail around her leg and it too melted into
the smooth muscular skin.  Her hips were muscular, her ass perfectly smooth
and rounded, her breasts were full and firm, her nipples arching upward, a
small patch of shining black hair reflected the moonlight between her legs.
She was smooth, all muscle and curves.  She was naked.  She was Succubus.
She walked gracefully to the double doors at the back of the house.  She
smiled at her own reflection.  "Mmm...  sexy Sadie..." she whispered.  She
opened the doors silently.  Boys never look their doors.  They should.

   The livingroom reeked of beer and stale potato chips.

   But there was something else.  She stopped.  No, it wasn't the smell of
sex on the floor and the furniture.  The smell of countless young women who
had been inseminated over the years.  No.  She moved gracefully to the
kitchen.  Yes, there it was.  She hurriedly pulled apart a heart shaped box
on the countertop.  Chocolate!

   Succubus groaned.  She pierced one of the truffles with a long
fingernail, lifting it slowly, and licked it from her finger.  Her eyes
rolled and her back arched.  Such pleasure...  she pierced another truffle
with a long finger nail.

   "God Damn!"

   Succubus spun around.  She had been distracted.  A tall man was standing
in the living room.  He was black and he was beautiful - an athlete.  His
legs were muscular and his chest and shoulders were broad.  He was wearing
boxer shorts and no top.

   "God damn, woman!  Where did you..."

   "I was looking for a friend," Succubus answered.

   "Well, it's your lucky night, you found him!"

   The chocolate.  She could smell the chocolate.  "Is this your
chocolate?" she asked.

   "Is this..." The young man smiled.  He cupped his cock and balls through
his boxer shoots.  "This is my chocolate, honey.  You like chocolate?  I'm
a hundred percent, bitch."

   "I love chocolate." Succubus groaned.  The young man's cock was growing,
hardening.  The purple tip of it poked through the opening of his shorts.
It was big.  It was long and it was standing straight out from his groin.
She could smell the rich aroma of it.  She could feel the lips between her
legs opening.  She could smell the chocolate.

   "Get over here, bitch," the man ran his hand along his cock.  "You want
some?  Get on your knees and try some."

   "Uh-uh," Succubus shook her head.  She crooked a finger with the truffle
still on its nail, and beckoned him toward her.

   He walked to her with a look of disbelief .  "The bitch always comes to
me," he said appreciatively, "but I'll make an exception...  this time."

   "I know you will," said Succubus.

   "Get on your knees..."

   "Uh-uh," she breathed and pulled the young man between herself and the
chocolate.  She could see it behind him, on the counter top.  She unwrapped
her tail.  He couldn't see it.  He was staring at her stiff nipples.  She
wrapped the spaded tip around the leg of a stool and pulled it behind her.
"I love chocolate," she said and licked her lips.

   "God.  Damn.  Woman." The veins on the young man's cock were nearly
bursting.  "There ain't no bitch ever got me this hard.  I hope you don't
got to walk tomorrow.  You just get down.  Down on your hands and knees."

   Succubus took the man's cock into her hand.  "I don't do doggy..." she
said...  "except for very, very..." she yanked his cock...  "special
occasions."

   "Well, bitch, then I'll be your special occasion tonight."

   Succubus leaned back on the stool and opened her legs, lifting her
knees. She pulled his cock toward her sex and sighed as it pushed between
her lips open and penetrated her.  Pleasure.  Again.  This feeling.  "Fuck
me..." she purred, biting her lower lip.  "Please, sir, fuck me ."

   The man thrust into her, hard.  Succubus groaned and her tail whipped
behind him, the spaded tip spearing another truffle.  "I...  love... 
chocolate..." she gasped as he thrust into her.  "Uh!  So deep.  It fills
me!" she hummed.  His cock fully opened her and pierced her belly.  She
slipped another truffle into her mouth with the tip of her tail.

   "Once you had black there ain't no going back, bitch." He was thrusting
hard.  Succubus gasped.  So good!  Black...  black chocolate.  There was no
going back, and so few left.  Marzipan!  A granache!  Hazlenut!

   "Sweet bitch..." the man groaned.

   "So sweet..." Succubus moaned, thrusting another truffle into her mouth
with the tip of her tail.  Apricot brandy burst from the moist middle.  "Oh
fuck yes..." The last one.  She licked the chocolate from the tip of her
tale, her chin on the man's shoulder.  He was pushing his fingers into her
ass as he fucked her.  Done!  With preternatural speed she wrapped her tail
round the man's neck and lifted him into the air.  His eyes bulged and he
desperately gripped the tail choking him.  His balls drew back, his cock
swelled.  "That's it...  I love whipped cream with hot chocolate."

   She wrapped her long fingers round his cock, gripped hard, turning the
head blue.

   The man squealed like a girl before Succubus covered his mouth with
hers. He convulsed, flapping like a fish on a hook.  His cock twitched long
and hard but nothing came out.  She sucked the cum through his mouth,
swallowing, drinking, feeding, sucking it through his body.  Finally, the
convulsions slowed and ceased.  She let him go.  The man fell to the floor
with a thud, his eyes rolled back, groaning.  His mouth was full of his own
cum.  Succubus licked her lips, cum dripping from her chin.  "Desert," she
smiled.  "So good."

   The man tried to roll over but couldn't.

   "You'll walk tomorrow..." Succubus smiled and licked her fingers.  "Or
maybe the next day...  But no harm done...  bitch."

   She moved out of the livingroom and up the stairs.  Walking up the
stairs!  - she thought.  Better than flying!

   Yes, she could hear him breathing.  She walked down the hallway and
quietly opened a door.  She moved like an inky shadow, across the room and
over the bed.  There was a young man and woman asleep in the bed.  They
were naked.  She touched the young man's face, gently, lovingly.  "Do you
remember me, Daniel?" she whispered without waking him.  "You made love to
me once.  You loved me when nobody else would look at me."

   Succubus kissed him, gently.  He stirred but didn't wake.

   She pulled back the cover and kissed his flaccid cock.  It hardened, the
bulbous tip following her lips upward until it stood straight and hard.  He
groaned but didn't wake.

   The girl next to him was staring at her wide eyed.  She inhaled sharply,
meaning to scream, but in an instant Succubus had lifted her out of the bed
into the middle of the room, midair, her hand over the girl's mouth. 
"Shhh..." she smiled archly.

   The girl gasped, her body went taught and arched, her eyes rolled back.
Succubus' tail had penetrated her.  It disappeared inside her ass, opening
her anus wider and wider with its width as it slipped its sinuous length
deeply into her body.  Succubus finally let go and the girl fell to her
knees, her thighs wide open, her mouth open, her hands on her belly.  She
groaned.

   "You're in luck, Leila," Succubus whispered.  "I'm bi." She leaned down
and kissed the girl.  "In fact, I love women."

   "Why..." the girl groaned, hardly able to speak.  "Why are you..."

   "Returning an old favor," said Succubus.  "A little treat for him."

   "Uhnn..." the girl groaned and tugged at her nipples, arching her back.
"Don't...  please..."

   "Don't worry my little morsel," Succubus murmured.  "You are the treat."

   "Me?  I..." the girl stuttered.

   "You," Succubus answered, "You- your breasts, your belly."

   "But we never..."

   "Never?" Succubus smiled.  "I know what you want..."

   "Uhhh..." the girl pinched her nipples.

   "Men think they are the ones in control..."

   "Uhhh..." The girl moved one hand to her pussy.  "What are you doing to
me?"

   "Women are so much more interesting," Succubus hummed.  "They're so much
deeper." The girl abruptly fell forward onto her hands and knees, gasping
with a final push of Succubus' tail deep inside her body.  "So much
deeper."

   "Ahhuunn..." the girl moaned.

   "Go," Succubus whispered.  "Take him."

   The girl began to crawl on her hands and knees toward the bed.  "What...
are you doing inside me...  so...  so deep...so good..." She climbed onto
the bed and put her head down, licking around Daniel's cock and balls.  She
was panting.  His cock brushed her cheek.  It was hot, hotter than she had
ever felt it.

   "What have you...  have you done to him..." the girl moaned as she
licked.

   "Nothing," Succubus answered.  "It is you.  He thought it was you.  He
still thinks it's you.  You must learn to appreciate your own body.  You
take yourself for granted my girl." She moved her hands over the small of
the girl's back and over her hips.  "You are...  perfect."

   "AHH!" the girl cried out as Succubus' tail moved inside her.  She took
Daniel's cock in his mouth and she sucked hard, up and down.  Daniel
groaned.  His eyes slowly opened.  "Leila...  uhhh....  what are...  you
doing?  Oh...  god it feels good."

   He didn't see Succubus, her dark figure hidden in the darkness of the
room.  He didn't see her sinuous tale piercing his girl friend from behind.
He only saw Leila's mouth moving up and down his cock, desperately, driven
by lust.  He felt her soft brown hair brushing his belly, thighs and balls.
She was beautiful.  Jesus, she was beautiful; and she was sucking him.  She
had never sucked him before.

   She looked up at him.  It was the middle of the night!  There was
something in her eyes, a lust he had never seen before.  She moved over
him, her hips undulating sinuously.  She moved her knees to either side of
his hips.  Her full breasts hung down.  They were full, the soft brown
nipples jutted stiffly from their soft aureolas.  Her breath was shaking.
"What do you see?" she whispered to him.

   "Fuck," he stuttered.  "Jesus."

   She lifted a breast and put a nipple in his mouth.  "Lick," she hissed.
"Lick.  Go ahead.  I'll take care of you.  That's it.  Suck on it." She
moaned.  "Suck on it lover..  oh..  What's this?" She wrapped her hand
around his cock.  "Do you need help with that?  Did it get all hard and
achy in the middle of the night?  Do you need relief?  Do you need me to
make the swelling go away?"

   "But we..."

   Leila put her finger to his lips, then in his mouth.  She sat up on her
knees.  "Tell me to stop," she whispered.  His hands moved to her hips. 
"Look at it," she said, moving her hands over her breasts, her flat belly,
and her hips.  "Tell me you can say 'No'."

   "Please..." he begged.  "Jesus...  please..." he begged again.

   She reached between her legs, held the head of his cock between her
lips, and sat.  "Huh!" She cried out - pierced, penetrated - his cock
seated in her belly.  "Uh..." she breathed.  She could feel the lips of her
pussy stretched around the base.  She could feel the heavy round head
seated inside her, behind her belly button.  Oh god yes.  She pulled on her
nipples and began to undulate her hips without rising from her seat.

   Daniel groaned.  He gripped her hips tightly, closed his eyes and arched
his back,

   "Uhh..." she groaned,.  "That's it, sweety.  It will be over soon.  I'll
make it go away." He was hot inside her.  She had never felt him without a
condom.  She could feel the heat of his body radiating inside her.  She
could feel his skin rubbing hers, inside where she had never felt another's
skin before.  It was so different.

   She inhaled sharply when she felt his cock give a quick, single spasm
inside her.  Precum.  She felt it leaking out of her, foaming where her
lips were sealed around him.  She had cum in her!  A man had cum in her! 
Her mouth fell open and she moved against him, harder, sliding her wet clit
against the base of his cock.  "It's ok," she breathed.  "Go ahead.  You'll
feel so much better.  You won't make a mess.  It will be deep inside me."

   He gazed her, at her breasts, her lips and eyes.  "I can't stop myself."

   "I know..."

   "You're sucking it out of me..."

   "I know..."

   "I can't stop myself!"

   "I know...  it's supposed to happen."

   Daniel gazed up at her.  He could feel his cum rising through his balls.
He threw his head back and groaned.  His cum streamed out of him and into
the girl.  She was taking his cum from him.  It was hers now, out of his
body and inside her.  Again.  Again.  Again.  His back stiff and arched,
his head thrown back, his eyes closed, he never saw the figure above and
behind his girlfriend.  Succubus yanked back the girl's head, arching her
neck and back, placed her mouth on the girl's and sucked.  The kiss of the
Succubus.  The girl screamed into the demon's mouth, her hips still
grinding against Daniel's.  "That's it," Succubus mumbled into her mouth,
"I want it all.  Take it out of him." The girl continued to writhe on
Daniel's cock, no more than a helpless vessel as Succubus sucked his cum
through her body.  Cum dripped from her nipples.  Cum dripped from her
mouth where their lips met.  Cum dribbled down her neck and breasts. 
Daniel cried out as Succubus continued to suck the cum out of him, through
the girl.  Finally the girl's own taught belly convulsed with orgasm.  So
much sweeter - Succubus thought to herself - so much sweeter to feed
through a girl.

   And then it was over.  She had fed.  The demon's long tail exited from
the girl's ass.  The girl gasped sharply and moaned, her head still back,
her mouth open, her lips smeared with her lover's semen, her eyes half
lidded and blank.  Succubus was gone, a quick dark motion of wings and
tail. She gyrated out the opened window and was gone.  The girl slowly
looked down at her lover, still seated on his cock, their joining wet and
sticky, her nipples dripping with his cum.  What did she remember?  She had
woken up in the middle of the night.  They never should have slept naked
together!  They should have known.  This is what would happen.  How could
they help themselves?

   She slowly began to move.  Up, and then down, then up again.  He was
till hard!  It felt so good inside her.  She had no idea it would feel this
good.  She wanted to feel his spasms inside her again and again.  It was
only natural.  She was a woman.  He was a man.  They were designed for
this. They should have known...

   She was still hungry.  She still felt empty.  She flew back to the fun
house.  There it was.  Just this once, then she would be free!  She wanted
to feel him again, that 'almost something' that made her want cry out, to
arch and convulse, to open her body to him.  She folded her wings and
free-fell through the air until the last moment.  She landed outside the
entry door, next to her toppled over wheel char.  Comus' strange house had
healed itself.  The images moved on its exterior.  Sadie could see the
images clearly.  She knew.  She understood.  The tall figures on either
side of the door seemed to move, to gesture to the door, welcoming her
back. She slid inside.  Nothing was the same.

   The floor was a black and glistening marble.  There was a broad bed
against a smooth metallic wall with teak inlays.  The furniture was simple
and sparse.  There was a single bowl on the floor.  A figure appeared in
the doorway leading into the room.  It was huge.  It was Comus..  Succubus
smiled.

   "You cleaned," she said.

   "I have a girlfriend," he answered.

   "Who?" she asked.

   Comus smiled slyly.  "You approve?"

   She moved sinuously toward him.  "Did you leave the toilet seat up or
down?"

   Comus hesitated.  "Down."

   "That is the sexiest word in the English language."

   "And I made the bed..."

   "You're turning me on, Comus."

   "Good," Comus growled, "we have unfinished business."

   "Yes," she answered softly.  "Yes we do."

   "What do you say?"

   "Please..."

   His massive cock jutted fully upward as he watched her."Please what?" he
asked.

   "Please," she fell to her hands and knees and undulated toward him, her
tail making graceful S's as her hips swayed.  "I need to feel it..."

   "What?" he asked again, chuckling softly.

   "Your cock," she answered and she licked his toe.  "Please...I almost
came...  I need to feel an orgasm...  please..."

   "Please what?"

   She moved up his calf and inside his thighs, nibbling, licking.

   "Please what?" he asked again.

   She moved her hands to his hips and licked his balls and the underside
of his cock.  "Please," she whispered "Put it in me."

   "My little cat," he rumbled softly.  "How do you ask?"

   "Please," she opened her lips around the end of his cock and gazed up at
him, "Master."

   He walked to her side.  His cock slipped away from her kiss.  "And how
am I to know when my little kitty needs to be mounted?"

   Sadie remained on her knees, licking her lips.  "I don't do doggy."

   Comus smiled at her.  "Even pussy cats do doggy."

   Sadie's breath grew shallow.  "Only for very, very, special occasions."

   "You, my little kitty," Comus brushed his nails through her silken black
hair, "are a very, very special occasion.  "

   Succubus stood.  She reached one hand around his neck, the other on his
ass, and rubbed her pussy against his hip.

   "And in honor of the occasion I have a treat for you." Comus turned her
gaze to the floor and the bowl.  "Chocolate."

   Chocolate!  Why hadn't she noticed?  She turned away from Comus, falling
to her hands and knees, moving with cat-like grace toward the bowl.  Comus
watched her pussy as it arched upward behind her, exposed, drawn out and
upward from between her legs.  "That's it, my little kitty," he rumbled to
himself.  "Just like that."

   "Gianduja Truffles, my dear," Comus said as he walked behind her,
holding his massive cock, readying it.  "Mocha, Pecan Caramels, Espresso
Caramels., Belgian and Swiss." Succubus lowered her head over the bowl, her
shoulder blades stretched the smooth skin of her back.  Her wings folded
gently.  Her smooth and curving spine was highlighted in light and shadow.
She ran her long black glistening tongue around the rim of the bowl,
savoring the hint of chocolate.

   "No, no, no.  Not yet, my pet," Comus pulled her head up and back. 
Succubus groaned.  Comus reached over her and picked a truffle out of the
bowl.  He held it in front of her, inches from her mouth.  "I was human
once," he whispered in her hear, "or rather, half human.  I spent many
years in the study of sorcery, decades, centuries.  I have always wanted a
Succubus.  I have searched for my own succubus for centuries.  I could
almost say that this elaborate fun house was created just to find you."

   Succubus licked the truffle with her tongue, leaned forward, pursed her
lips and sucked on it.

   Comus slowly pushed the round through her lips and into her mouth.  She
reached for another, holding it inches from her mouth.  As he did so, she
slowly began to arch her back and open her legs wider.  "A Succubus is a
very rare creature.  There are rules regarding a Succubus that you, my
kitten, understand instinctively, without knowing them.  A Succubus is a
dangerous thing.  She is capricious.  She is willful.  She is sensuous. 
She is deadly.  Once a sorcerer has awakened a Succubus, his life hangs in
the balance."

   He held the next truffle held it in front of her, higher and higher. 
She tried to follow, tilting back her head, trying to lick it arching her
back, raising her pussy upward behind her.  He lowered the truffle, placed
it against her lips, and pushed.  She inhaled sharply.  The round ball of
the truffle parted her lips and the ball of Comus' cock parted her pussy,
her mouth and belly penetrated at the same time.

   "She must be mated," he rumbled softly.  "As soon as possible..."

   She groaned as his cock sank into her belly and the truffle's creamy
yolk burst in her mouth.  Comus groaned behind her.  "All the sorcerer has
to do is mount her from the rear.  A Succubus understands this,
instinctively, and will not let him.  So the Sorcerer must be practiced and
wise." He pushed again and she arched, opening her legs, surrendering the
depth of her belly.  "Doing so is a dangerous business.  It is best to be
subtle.  It is best to appeal to her sensuality.  She is a slave to
pleasure.  It is best to put a bowl of chocolate in the middle of your
floor so that she descends to her hands and knees.  She does so of her own
volition, exposing her pussy." Comus pulled back and drove forward again.
"It is best to kneel behind her, slowly, calmly." Succubus exhaled as his
cock sank back into her belly.  Her nails scraped the floor.  "And to
gently pierce her..."

   Yes.  Comus' cock.  To feel him again!  Pushing!  Opening her!  Forcing
her legs apart!  Possessing her insides again.  She groaned.  Some part of
her wanted to leap out from under him.  She would pierce his heart with her
tail.  She would consume it.  She would pierce his ball sack with her nails
and pluck his balls out like tender truffles.  They would burst in her
mouth.  But she could not move from the stiff cock that had mounted her
from behind, as if a spell had been cast on her.  She panted.  She kept her
knees wide.  She kept her hands on the floor, her body unable to move from
the cock that impaled her pussy.

   "As long as she is mounted in this position, she will be under his
control.  She can be safely mated.  I slipped out of you the first time,"
Comus licked her neck.  "This time I won't." Her wings slowly opened and
her tail gently wrapped around his body and ass, pulling him into her.  She
felt it again, that something between her legs.  His cock was rubbing the
little place at the V of her pussy.  Once again it made her want to scream.
It made her want to open her legs until her thighs burned.  It made her
want to arch her ass.  It made her want her pussy penetrated.  It made her
want to piss, to lick the floor, to curl her toes, to rub her tits against
the cool marble floor.  It made her want to rut.  It made her want to mate.
"HUH!"

   "The male must not cease piercing the Succubus," Comus groaned, "until
he has forced her belly to surrender.  It is only in this position, when
she is mounted from behind, that a Succubus can be brought to orgasm.  Once
the male has demonstrated his ability to do so, she will be mated and loyal
to him.  She will always seek her pleasure from him.  But the Sorcerer must
beware, if she forces his surrender first, she will turn on him and cause
his destruction."

   Comus thrust himself forward and Succubus cried out.  This is what she
had been denied her whole life.  She had brought others to orgasm and now
her belly was aching with the promise, each penetrating thrust bringing her
closer.  This is how a cock felt.  Now she understood.  She licked the
floor.  She cried out with every thrust.  She spread her legs, arched her
back and rubbed her taught belly and breasts against the floor.  Comus
followed her every movement as he fucked her from behind.

   The demon that she had become made her shriek and howl.  She dug her
toenails and fingernails into the marble but she still could not draw
herself off the cock.  She remained on her hands and knees, unable to stop
the slow possession of her will by the cock that moved inside her.  Her
strength ebbed as the pleasure increased.  Her wings slowly lowered and
stiffened, her rigid back began to arch and grow taught.  She helplessly
squeezed his cock with her pussy.  There was that part in her that didn't
want to be mated, that wanted to be free.  And yet, in squeezing him,
moving against him, she only hastened her own pleasure.  Her belly
tightened.  She was panting.  She gazed at the door.  Freedom.  She wanted
to crouch, to leap toward it, but Comus's cock had possessed her ass and
pussy.  She widened her thighs.  Comus pushed her shoulders down until her
chin was pressed against the floor, her ass narrowly in the air, her pussy
stretched open by his cock and deeply penetrated.  "You will be mine," he
growled.

   He grasped her arms and pulled back until he had lifted her torso off
the floor.  He pushed again.  Succubus' eyes rolled back.  She felt
something pushing in her throat.  Comus pushed again and she began to
shake. Her jaws were slowly forced open by the bulbous tip of his cock
pushing upward through her throat.  She struggled weakly.  The wide tip of
his cock was in her mouth, pushing open her lips from this inside.  She
ceased struggling, her lips stretched, the giant head of his cock half
pushed through them.  Her eyes slowly rolled upward.  Comus twisted her
nipples and then the first spasm shook her.  She convulsed around his cock,
unable to move, her entire body gripping the pole that spitted her -
releasing, gripping, releasing.  Orgasm!  Oh, Jesus, this is what it feels
like.  Precum dribbled down her chin, dripping from the eye of Comus' cock.
It dribbled down her cleavage and spattered the floor.  She continued to
convulse.

   "That's it," Comus purred.  "Keep cumming my dear little kitten."

   And she did.  She could not remember how long it was before the spasms
faded.  She felt Comus' cock finally withdraw.  The tip slipped back into
her mouth, back down her throat, through her core, and finally out of her
pussy.  He stood and she remained on her knees, her cheek resting on the
floor, her ass in the air.  Comus stared down at her.  Slowly, she stirred
and turned.  She licked his feet and nibbled at his ankles.

   "Ah, tamed," he said and walked to his bed.  "I'm ready to cum my pet,"
he announced and lay down on the bed.

   She crawled toward the bed, mated, and his.  She spread her thighs and
pushed her pussy up and back, lifting her tail in a languorous S over her
back.  "Yes, lovely," he murmured approvingly, "And how am I to know when
my little kitty needs to mounted?"

   Succubus arched her back and lifted her tail, her sex presenting behind
her.

   'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'he will be the one...'

   She crawled onto the bed, she put one knee over his hips, then lowered
herself.  "Uhh..." His cock penetrated her again.

   "Yes," Comus groaned.  "Exquisite."

   She moved up and down, faster.  The cock.  So deep in her!  Comus' cock.
Yes, only Comus' cock.

   "Ah yes," Comus groaned.  "Take my cum into your belly little one."

   With preternatural her tail whipped around his cock, tight, like a
noose. She smiled archly and continued to move up and down, undulating her
belly and grinding her hips against him.  When he reached for her, the
remaining length of her tail slipped its spaded tip against his throat,
drawing blood.

   Comus groaned.

   Succubus smiled archly.  "What do you say?"

   "This tail of yours" Comus breathed, "is going to cause me problems."

   Succubus pivoted on his cock.

   "Mmmmm..." Comus grinned.  "Please..."

   "Please what?" she asked again, gently drawing the spade of her tale
across his throat.  She licked his chest as she ground against him.

   "Please..." Comus groaned.  "Mistress."

   Sadie released his cock and his seed burst inside her, again and again.
The warmth of it filled her and she sunk down on it, grinding, gyrating,
wanting to take as much into her belly as she could.  Only Comus' cum. 
"Only your cum," she purred.  "in my pussy.  No other's.  Never."

   "Yes," Comus smiled.  "You are mine."

   "No, no, no," Succubus stretched out next to him, "you...  are mine."

   She turned and lifted her tail, arched her back and presented her pussy.

   "Ah yes," Comus smiled.  "You wish to be mounted again my pussy cat?"

   "Please," she purred, "do it again, Master."

   Comus knelt behind her.  His own Succubus, tamed and in heat, finally.
He plunged his cock into her.

   Cynthia didn't know what came over her.  She had been taken a shower. 
Her boyfriend had been waiting for her in the kitchen and now she was on
his lap, facing him, in the kitchen and naked.  Her hair and skin were
still wet from the shower.  Her pussy was wet and her boyfriend's cock was
in it.

   She had felt sexy.  She had felt grown up the way she had walked into
the kitchen, the way her boyfriend had stared at her tits and pussy, the
way she made his cock ache and grow.  She had glanced at him, walked to the
counter and leaned forward, her belly against the edge.  She knew he was
staring at her ass.  She felt control.  Even when he walked up behind her
and grabbed hair, she was in control.

   "HUH!" she cried as he thrust up hard and held himself, pouring his cum
into her.

   Then she remembered.  Yes, the beautiful creature.  The tail.  O God,
the tail inside her.  Its mouth was on hers, she was sucking the cum
through her slender body.  She could feel the cum sucked out of her
boyfriend's cock.  He was groaning and convulsing under her, helpless.  She
was helpless.  The creature was sucking the cum out of him, into her belly,
then impossibly through her.  She could feel the warmth of his cum
traveling upward through her body until it flowed into her mouth and into
the mouth of the creature.  The beautiful creature was using her.  She had
used her to drink her boyfriend's cum.  She screamed into the creature's
mouth as her own orgasm wracked her small body.

   Then it was over.

   She tried to remember.  What had happened?  It felt so good.  God, he
felt so good inside her.

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