A/N: For Clotiween 2021! This prompt fulfills the Sweet Tooth - NSFW one. Hope you enjoy!
succubus
one: la petite mort
Shadows crouch in the corners of the bedroom. Night has fallen and a man sleeps alone, awaiting 'after dark' desires. Underneath his lids, eyes roll inconspicuously from side to side. Consciousness seeps out his body as paralysis sinks into the very fibres of his skin.
He awakens.
Vision obscured by shadows that dance towards him. A weight presses down on his stomach. Voices from another world mindlessly come in shatters. He does not attempt to move. His calm awareness of this futility should be jarring to those from the underworld. Not her though.
Once upon a time, he used to think not this shit again at every beginning of this paralysis. Yet these nights, he anticipates her lips. Ripened and flushed with the ability to smother his mouth. Dip her sharp tongue past his seam, intoxicating him into foolishness. He doesn't know if he likes her lips crushed against his or if he enjoys it better when they're swollen as they suck and lick.
Either way, Cloud welcomes her warmth, blinking once again. Darker visions clear away for his eyes to be enraptured by her half-lidded gaze.
For a moment, there's a worried frown on her face. A hand immediately slips from one of her horns. They're twin slopes illuminated by slivers of moonlight. Blackened like dirty blood.
Those horns—they're shrinking. He knows this. She does too. When they first met, they were the length of his hands.
"Why haven't you died yet in your waking life?" she asks after many nights of their bodies melding, of him allowing his body to be tainted by a demon.
"I…don't know."
Death's temptation is no longer sought. Nor feared.
Tifa's lips ease into a coy smile. "Let's get this nightmare started."
On her silhouette, the barely-there snake skin slithers off her bosom, unwrapping itself from her arousal. Clouds mouth waters at the sight. He forgets about the snake skin that coils into vines, until he feels their scrapes and pricks. His arms and legs bind to the mattress in a snap. Cloud winces, amazed at how something so beautiful can be so haunting.
Tifa is the darkness amongst stars. The shadow that moonlight offers. Her gorgeous body, an entity that's burdened with murderous pleasure.
Her fingers crawl onto his bare pectorals. They graze his nipples. Cloud's unable to hush the surge of blood to his groin. Tifa smiles, satisfied, as she peels back the bedsheet shielding his hardness. A sound of approval murmurs through her as if she hasn't seen his length before, as if she doesn't know that the reason he sleeps naked these days is because of her.
Everything is for her. His willingness, his awful delusion that maybe she's fucking him to feel human again. After all, he hasn't died. Not yet at least.
Tifa lowers herself slowly, carefully. The heat and wetness from her pussy coats the tip of his cock. Cloud could hardly gasp at the sensation. Oh, how he wishes to buck his knees and thrust up—to be engulfed in her tightness. But he's under her mercy. His body–fully surrendered.
Torturous are the wet folds that stroke his throbbing cock. Tifa drips. Cloud swallows his saliva. Her wetness spreads. A quiet moan falls from her mouth as she rolls her hips over and over. Aiming for his head to meet her clit.
She's here to chase her own ecstacy. Not his. Tifa's destined to make violent love to him, until he disappears from the mortal world.
That's what a succubus is supposed to do. Yet—
"Cloud!" she screams, sinking herself too fast onto his length. Pleasure stabs through Cloud's body. His jaw tightens, neck cording with tension. She's so full of him, her pussy snug. Her mouth twists, sensual as her legs tremble.
Cloud's forever lost in her ether. Dazed eyes coaxed by the bounce of her tits. He can't suppress his groans. Breath stutters in time with her grinding. "Fuck—Tifa, I want–" he grunts, almost chokes on his words, "I want to t-touch you."
She gives him a shaky laugh, then lifts herself from his cock before slamming back down on him.
As Cloud writhes underneath her movements, the harsher the binds become. Veins on his biceps rise and are emboldened. She traces it with her tongue. There's that taste of smooth musk, and salt from his sweat.
The lack of her words has him saying, "Fine. Use me." Like you always do.
Nails dig into his shoulders then. Punctured crescents that'll bruise soon. Tifa clasps her lips onto his, bites him as he swallows her moans. She rides him so recklessly, like she's desperate for respite from her succubus life.
Tifa's lips are soft, he thinks, even with all her rough kisses.
She clings to him so she won't lose him, runs her hands through his hair. She does all the things he wants to do to her. Gentle touches here and there. Rough, desperate kisses. When their lips part, the gleam of saliva on her cupid's bow makes him wish it was his come instead.
Her hands rise to cradle his face. Within those eyes, so deeply blood red, he sees them glisten. Unshed tears. Cloud stares back with the same intensity, stripping her uncertainty with a subtle nod. Suddenly, Tifa's rhythm breaks, uneven and sporadic. She fucks him harder, almost the way he'd fuck her. Though not quite. He'd fuck her into submission, have her weep for more. She'd be loud enough to awaken the undead.
When he feels her sinful pussy tightening around his cock, he hisses and struggles in his restraints. The heat in his core scorches him. Losing his mind, he's close enough to burst–stain her insides with come.
In a feeble attempt, he thrusts upwards into her. The vines around his arms and legs nearly splinter.
A cry rips out her throat. He could feel her insides pulsate. The spurt of heat. It's all too overwhelming. Cloud, on the cusp of orgasm, has it stolen away. Cruelty. That's what this is.
But he doesn't care about that when his face is met with her plumpened pussy. The scent, invasive as she suffocates him. Red spider lilies that decay. Thick thighs squeeze his head, he has no choice but to nibble and suckle her clit. Lengthen his tongue, and lave. Cloud savours the taste, the memory imprints itself as a curse.
And she comes, again and again.
Face drenched in her juices. Cloud's cock twitches, begs for the relief she doesn't give him. But that's okay. He enjoys being useful. Even though he is aware that he's a detriment to her. Perhaps, he's ruining Tifa and her purpose. Each encounter should be a death sentence, but he narrowly misses death's grasp.
Eventually, she allows him to reach ecstasy, the closest glimpse of death. It doesn't take long. Her languid tongue makes love to his cock. Tifa's hollowed cheeks, loud sucks. Spittle dribbles down her chin. The mere thought that Tifa will continue to fail and leave him a survivor rather than a victim, has him blowing his load into her mouth. She's a succubus that can't suck the soul out through his cock. A succubus that maybe–just maybe has fallen in love with a mortal.
As she swallows everything he has, the binds slide off his skin. Her horns shrivel like they're under the sun, but quickly they revert back. The blackness lightens. The paleness in her cheeks flush, as if she were alive.
Cloud's lips edge into a smug smile.
"I want to see the break of dawn," she says. Head rests on his pounding chest. Her horns scratch. "It's impossible for me to see the light. They keep me in the dark." She laughs sadly. "Promise me you'll show me?"
Minutes ago, she finished with him. At that time, he was convinced he was going to die. Cloud even welcomed it. Now he feels alive, as if heaven's strings tugged him back to life. Tifa is to blame. He presses his lips to her temple. Post coital the only allowance for his touches.
"Don't know if I can. But I'll try."
Tifa gives him a bright smile. It's as glorious as the vulnerability in her features when she reaches ecstasy. She laughs again, unaware that Cloud is a man of his word.
Closer.
Tifa releases her mouth. Lips part, her tongue barren of his come.
Cloud reaches for her. She takes his hand. Without a moment's hesitation, Cloud caresses her cheek. Tifa leans into it, eyes closing.
Outside, the branches scrape the windows. Shadows creep back in. The wind howls.
"You'll be free soon, Tifa," he whispers.
She doesn't hear him.