The demon whispered to him, driving him mad.
Trapped in the circle of chalk, the seductress from the pit smiled at him, ensnaring his cock and his mind. His so traitorous body responded to her, responded to her voice and her body and her entire being. She was so right! He did long to be free, to loose control and to no longer have to watch over each and every detail.
It was so hard, maintaining control all the time.
Over every little detail, every single thing in his life and each and every iota of his existence. How nice it would be, to just relax for once! He even had to constantly check his secretarie’s work, overseeing her as though he had the time to watch what all of his underlings did, and couldn’t he just this once trust that when they said they had it covered they actually did? When would he finally get to take a damn break?!
So frustrating, to be at the beck and call of every single thing in the world.
And at the beck and call of his damn cock. Distracting him and bringing up all these fantasies at all times. The secretary bends over, and he thinks of fucking her over the desk. The barista at the coffee shop smiles, and he wonders what it would be like to have her on the bags of beans in the stockroom. That damn yoga studio has huge glass windows and how is he expected to NOT look?! All so damn unfair.
And still she whispered to him from the circle.
Crooning all his desires, reinvented and repackaged for him, for his mind, and driving him mad. The temptation to let her go, set her free, kneel for her and submit, bend his neck to her. The urge, driving him from the edge of the room towards the circle. Just, yes. Yes, that’s the key. He would give in.
He would take out his cock and masturbate for the demon.
Her words spurred his hand on, faster and faster, driving him to orgasm. A mind blowing, extreme orgasm, so strong he passed out from it. Great jets of cum spurted from his cock, emptying his balls. And he lay there, panting. As she laughed.
He’d cum on the lines.
His cum, on the chalk lines of the summoning circle. Smearing them. Setting her free. She stepped over the lines, and knelt over his face. “My turn, sweetheart. Try to do a good job for me. Lick.”
It takes a demon to know a demon…. 😛 Love, Simone
And you my dear are most definitely demonic.
😉
Harper
All right… these “Demon Succubus” stories are extremely relevant to my interests. HOT!
Tee hee. I’m glad you like this stuff. I was in a special place when I wrote them… possibly too many episodes of Supernatural combined with being really horny, and well. There you go.
I bet you’d be the guy to make a mess of the summoning lines, and then you’d just be like “oopsy. oh well! time for fun!” LOL!!!
Will there be a part 3?
I think I can be tempted into writing a third part. I’m thinking our dear Succubus Demon is going to make her poor hapless summoner very very glad he set her free. Or perhaps, very very sad. lol!!!
The story began with you being made to feel like a puppet on a string, maybe turn the tables …., you are a supernatural being remember
Oh, now that’s a good idea! Now I’ve got all sorts of ~plans~ for where to take the story next!
heh. This’ll be good…
Just please do not take it to a man on man place or sissy
Aw, no gender bending the succubus? 😉 No, that’s not where I was thinking of going with it. hee!
Waiting with baited breath