Succubare, succubus
E/O Drabble Challenge: word count 3x100
Challenge word: bra
Warnings: T for use of the F word and sexual situations
Summary: Triabble from Dizziedinadreams. Dean gets more than he bargained for. A LOT more...
Shifting on crumpled black-silk sheets, Dean groaned.
Damnit; he was never drinking again!
Scanning his predicament, he observed that he was butt naked, and laying spread-eagle on a luxurious bed, cuffed hand and foot to the bedposts.
He tugged on the cuffs, freezing as he felt unseen fingers stroke his face, working their way down his neck, then slowly, excruciatingly heading further south.
He felt a woman's body wrapping itself invisibly around him; the contrast of satin-smooth skin, and the chafe of her lacy bra and panties making him shiver.
Holy crap, a succubus …
What a way to go!
x-x-x
Hours passed - still the succubus rode him; still used his spread-eagled body to pleasure herself.
But this was no "one-way-street." Because over and over she satisfied him too; and in ways he'd only ever imagined.
He knew he should be fighting; but he couldn't. Not just because it was physically impossible but also because the spell she had over him was way too strong.
Finally it was over – the she-devil was finished with him.
Rising from her exhausted lover she caressed his face in gratitude. And then she wrapped her bra around his throat and began strangling Dean Winchester.
x-x-x
"I thought you'd have put up a bit more of a fight, Dean."
Sam hadn't stopped grinning since he'd safely deposited his big brother in the shotgun seat of the Impala. For some reason, Dean was refusing to go back to the Motel to lie down, even though he was dead on his feet.
"Shut up."
"Death by bra, what a way to go…"
"I'd like to see you do any better after six hours of continuous orgasms. I thought my pecker was going to drop off."
Dean reflected for a moment, then smiled.
"Dude. Six hours. I'm fucking AWESOME!"