Live to Serve
Stanley's uncle had been a sorcerer.
At least, that's what he had always told everyone. Even before Stanley had been born, his eccentric Uncle Devin had become something of the black sheep of the family with his talk of spells and incantations. He owned crystal balls that could see into the future, wands that could fire lightning, and magic spells that could be used to summon all manner of magical creatures. No one had believed him, of course, but he never seemed particularly put-out by that; he knew it was real, he would always assure his family, and that was all that mattered.
When Stanley had been younger, he had liked Uncle Devin. He liked listening to the man's fantastical tales of his adventures across time and space fighting evil spirits and battling against the forces of Hell itself. Even as he grew older and began to realize his uncle was more or less insane, he still took the time to listen to the man when no one else in his family would. Crazy or not, after all, he was still family, and at least he was interesting.
Nonetheless, it still came as a surprise to Stanley when he learned from his mother that his uncle had died of a heart attack and apparently left his house, his fortune, and all of his possessions to him and him alone. Apparently, it paid to listen to the crazy uncle, especially when it turns out he was secretly quite wealthy.
That was how Stanley found himself in his uncle's old home, having taken time off from his college education to categorize and inventory all of his new possessions. It was a nice place, truth be told, and the young man was intent on keeping it; it was family-sized home in a decent neighborhood, it had a large yard surrounded by trees for privacy, and his kind Uncle Devin had left him a small fortune with which he could easily pay its property taxes for at least the next twenty years.
Screw majoring in Economics, Stanley had thought to himself upon first looking up at the building that was now legally his. I could retire on this alone. I owe you one, Uncle Devin.
Stanley had quickly set about cleaning up and organizing the place as best he could, separating his uncle's belongings into those he wished to keep and those he would probably sell on eBay. It turned out his uncle did, in fact, have a large collection of amulets, wands, books, crystal balls, and other magical items; problem was, as far as Stanley was concerned, it was all junk, and most of it ended up in the "Sell" pile.
By the time it was getting dark. Stanley had looked through almost every room of the house and made an unofficial inventory of things to clean and pack away. Though unorganized, the basement still had plenty of room, thankfully, so at least he could use it for potential storage space. All that remained was for him to check out the attic – can't imagine there would be much up there – and then he could call it a night and get back to it in the morning.
Of course, it was in the attic that Stanley received his first real shock of the day.
Much like the basement, the attic was largely bare safe for a few packed boxes and an old, but comfortable looking sofa. Unlike the basement, however, there appeared to be a large, magical pentacle at least ten feet in diameter drawn onto the floor of the attic in what Stanley hoped to be red paint. Inside that pentacle was a large cage with iron bars.
And inside that cage was a girl.
Stanley's eyes widened as he hesitantly approached the cage, wondering what in the world his uncle had done and if he should be calling the police. The girl was lying on her side, entirely naked, her black hair strewn all about her as she breathed gently and weakly, as though she was sleeping. She appeared to be of South Asian descent, if Stanley had to guess – perhaps Indian or Pakistani – and seemed to be about his age, maybe a year or two younger. She was also quite beautiful; had Stanley not already been much more gravely concerned about the girl's safety, there was no doubt he would have been attracted to her.
"Hello?" he asked softly, taking another hesitant step towards the cage, still baffled as to who this girl was and why his uncle had her locked up in the attic like this. "Can you hear me? Are you okay?"
The girl stirred at his words, and Stanley let out a sigh of relief as she slowly began to sit up, groaning a little as she did so. At least she was alive! But then she parted her black hair and looked up at him with her wide and innocent eyes, revealing a look of such longing and hunger that he knew right away she hadn't eaten in days, perhaps even weeks.
"Help me…" the girl said, slowly crawling over to the edge of the cage and grabbing hold of the bars keeping her imprisoned. Tears gleamed in her eyes as she started up at the college student, her nubile body quivering with need. "Please. So hungry…"
A thousand questions were running through Stanley's head, but right then and there he knew it wasn't the time to ask her. He had to help the girl, and fast!
"How do I get you out of there?" he asked, going down on one knee and looking the girl right in the eyes, as though assuring her he was here to help. "Is there a key?"
The girl nodded, and then pointed over to a nearby trunk. "There. Hurry. Hungry."
Stanley didn't even bother to answer the girl, merely ran over to the trunk and threw it open. Tossing aside a few books and vials, the young man quickly found an ornate key at the very bottom of the compartment. A moment later, he was back at the cage and hurriedly trying to fit the key into the heavy lock that kept it closed.
"Come on, come on," he muttered to himself as he put the key in the lock and then struggled to turn it. "Almost…there…"
CLANG
Stanley almost shouted for joy as the key finally turned and the lock came undone. He threw open the door to the cage and immediately dropped back down onto his knees in preparation to help lead the poor girl out.
He needn't have bothered.
The moment the door swung open, the girl threw herself at Stanley, her look of hunger now consuming every feature of her face. She growled deeply as she lunged, her small but ample breasts swinging majestically. Despite her weakened state and relatively tiny frame, she was strong, and Stanley cried out as she tackled him onto his back on the ground and immediately went to work tearing open his pants.
Wait…what?
With a strange mixture of horror, confusion, and arousal, Stanley opened his eyes and looked down to see the girl was not preparing to eat him, as he had originally assumed. Instead, as he watched with wide and exasperated eyes, the feral girl undid his pants, pulled down his boxers, and then practically swallowed his cock hole. The fact that the young man wasn't even the least bit hard yet didn't seem to matter to the girl, who began furiously sucking and licking up and down the length of his dick right as though she needed it to live.
Normally, Stanley would have pushed the girl away, or at least tried to stop her; he already had a thousand questions bouncing around in his head, and that was before the girl had wrapped her brown lips around his cock. But the feeling of her tongue running up and down his length, the sight of her perky breasts swinging back and forth as she bobbed her head, and the sensation of her warm and wet mouth around his quickly hardening cock…it was all simply too much. Stanley had had his dick sucked before, certainly, but never like this, never with such skill or such enthusiasm.
As such, despite everything, Stanley couldn't help but begin to groan as he felt the girl lick and suck him to a full erection, bobbing her head back and forth as she fought to take him as deep inside of her as he could possibly go. He was quite a grower, not to brag, but the girl somehow seemed to take every inch of him without any trouble whatsoever; it was like she lived to suck cock, like she needed it, hungered for it, not even gagging as she took him balls-deep in her mouth and down her tightening throat.
"Fuck…" Stanley heard himself saying as he instinctively began to thrust up into the girl's mouth as she sucked him harder and harder, creating a more intense rhythm that only seemed to encourage her even more still. She wasn't even using her hands, simply bobbing her head back and forth quickly and violently, taking every inch of his cock. "Goddamn…"
Stanley still didn't understand what the hell was going on, but right then and there, he didn't much care. All he knew is that the girl's mouth felt like heaven around his cock and he wanted nothing more than to cream down her throat. The fact that the girl seemed to feel likewise only made the whole experience that much more satisfying.
"Mmmm…" the girl moaned happily, practically humming around the cock stuffed in her mouth. She sucked like she had been born to do it, every muscle of her mouth working overtime to please the fat shaft she refused to let go of. Her perky breasts swing back and forth wonderfully as she bobbed her head, as though hoping they would further entice the young man.
Indeed, Stanley wasn't so much fucking the girl's face as she was fucking her own face on his cock, covering his length in her saliva and taking every inch of him. She took him all the way to the hilt, until her nose was buried in his abdomen and his balls were resting against her chin, and simply stayed there, shuddering in divine pleasure as she felt his hard cock snaking its way down her tight, little throat.
"Fuck…!" Stanley groaned, throwing his head back as he felt the girl deepthroat him like no woman ever had before, her mouth literally wrapped around the base of his cock as the rest of it pushed down her esophagus. "Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, fuck…"
Then she was bobbing her head back and forth again, still taking the entirety of his cock in her mouth like a trained expert, sucking and licking and shuddering in pleasure. A moment later, one of Stanley's hands found its way to the back of her head, running his fingers through her wavy black hair as he began dictating her movements. His thrusts were growing faster and more needy now, and the girl immediately let him do what he pleased with her, as though she longed for nothing more than to feel his seed sliding down her throat.
"Shit," Stanley said as he looked down at the girl gobbling up his cock, his hand still pushing and pulling her head as he thrust into her loving mouth. "I'm gonna cum…!"
"Mhmm, mhmm!" the girl answered, again merely moaning around the young man's cock instead of pulling it out or doing anything else. Her message was clear: she didn't want him to stop. She wanted to swallow it. All of it.
And swallow it she did as Stanley squeezed his eyes closed and groaned loudly, finally exploding into the girl's mouth like had never done before. He fucked her mouth like it was her pussy, thrusting wildly and pumping his hips into her face, firing rope after rope of cum inside of her as though he hadn't cum in months. He released so much inside of her that he felt downright exhausted, as though she was sucking out his very soul as well as his seed.
Not that the girl seemed to mind. In fact, if anything, she seemed ecstatic. She didn't so much swallow Stanley's fiery hot cum as she outright drank it, closing her eyes and shuddering in bliss as she took load after load of his sweet juices. She slurped all of it down like a milkshake, swallowing as many time as she needed, as though feeding off the young man's essence. Even once he was finally finished, and his cock was beginning to soften in her mouth, she continued to suck dutifully and passionately, as though determined to drink every last drop of his seed.
"Goddamn," Stanley said as he felt his head fall back on the attic floor, busily catching his breath as the girl continued to suck him dry. He opened his eyes just in time to watch as she finally pulled his softening cock out of his mouth, and that was when he saw the thing that caused his heart to stop a beat.
For just a moment, just as the girl released his cock and looked back up at him with a smile, her eyes had gleamed with an eerie and otherworldly red light. It wasn't just her pupils; it was as though her entire eyes, the whites and all, had suddenly turned blood-red. It only lasted for a second, but Stanley saw it nonetheless, and suddenly he didn't feel so comfortable having his cock out in front of this girl – if she even was a girl.
"Thank you," the girl said as she sat up, further revealing her beautiful form to him. A few stray drops of cum remained on her lips, and she quickly licked them up with a shy smile. "For freeing me, and for feeding me."
"For…feeding you?" Stanley asked, blinking in confusion. It was only then that he began to piece everything together.
The pentacle. The cage. The key. The way her eyes had glowed.
"You're…not human," he said as he looked at the nubile young beauty sitting between his legs, "are you?"
The girl shook her head. "I'm sorry. I should have asked first. It's just been so long since I ate. Please forgive me. Do you know Master Devin?"
"Master Devin?" Stanley asked, frowning in confusion. He felt remarkably awkward, sitting up there on the attic floor with his pants down and the girl still gently stroking his soft cock. "Uh, yeah, I'm his nephew. Look…who are you? Why were you in that cage? What the hell is going on here?!"
The girl's eyes widened as Stanley spoke, not in fear, but more out of confusion or surprise. Even her hand stopped, still stroking his cock, and finally withdrew. She looked around, then, as though searching for something she could not find.
"What is the date?" she asked softly.
"March 22nd," Stanley answered her after a moment.
"Oh, dear," the girl said. "Then Master Devin…he is dead, isn't he?"
Stanley nodded, still not sure what was going on. "Yeah. He died about a week ago. Heart failure. I'm his nephew, Stanley. He left me this house in his will. Well, actually, he left me pretty much everything. His house, his money, his possessions, all of it."
"All that Master Devin owned now belongs to you?" the girl asked, still staring off into nowhere.
"That's right."
The girl turned to look at Stanley then, her wide and innocent eyes meeting his and a friendly smile crossing his face. "Then I suppose that means I belong to you now, Master Stanley. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
Oh, god, Stanley thought to himself. My uncle had a sex slave.
"Look, could you just…explain what the hell is going on?" he asked as he began to sit up, pulling up his boxers and pants as he did so, and doing his best not to notice how the girl frowned when she saw his cock disappear. "Who are you? Why were you locked up? What the hell was my uncle doing up here?"
"Oh, how rude of me!" the girl exclaimed, her eyes widening as she faced Stanley head on, still fully-naked and evidently completely unbothered by that fact. "To think I fed before even introducing myself! I am your uncle's succubus, and my name is Lilitafellanielataton."
Stanley blinked. "Lili…what?"
"Your uncle called me Lilly," the girl said with a smile.
"And you're a succubus?" Stanley asked. The girl nodded. "What exactly is that?"
"You know not of succubi?" the girl asked.
"No," Stanley answered, "I know not."
"What of magic? The occult arts? The infernal realm and its legions?"
"Yeah, also no."
"I see," Lilly confirmed, frowning a little. "Well, you know your uncle was a powerful sorcerer, yes?"
Of course he fucking was, Stanley thought to himself with an inward groan. I really should have listened more closely to his stories…
"He may have mentioned it, yeah," Stanley said instead. "I take it you were a friend of his?"
"I was his succubus," Lilly corrected him, throwing back her way black hair as she did so, as though to show off more of her lithe and alluring form. "Most sorcerers have at least one infernal servant to aid them in their magical endeavors, and I served Master Devin for many years. Indeed, he favored me so much he bound me to this realm. I granted him knowledge and power and he, in return, kept me fed and happy. It was a very professional relationship. I assure you."
I somehow doubt that.
"Riiiight," Stanley replied. "So you're a demon. And you feed on…sex?"
Lilly smiled. "More or less. Sensuality, arousal, lust, sexual activity…it nourishes me, gives me life. And your seed – the seed of man – is the most delicious and intoxicating of all. Your uncle kept me well-fed and, in return, I helped him unlock the secrets of the universe."
So, not a sex slave, then, Stanley thought to himself. More a…sex business partner. Sex demon. That's…better, I guess?
"So, how did you get in the cage?" he asked aloud, still more than a little confused. "You're not dangerous or anything, are you?"
"Oh, not at all, I would never harm my master," Lilly answered happily, before her face began to fell. "But Master Devin put me in the cage because I…failed him. He asked something of me I could not give him, and so, in his anger, he locked me up. I have been trapped here ever since, starving, unable to feed. I feared he had abandoned me. Now, I suppose, I know different."
"What did he want from you?" Stanley asked, frowning and more than a little curious. "What was it you couldn't give him?"
"Immortality," Lilly told him after a moment's consideration. "No being – infernal or otherwise – is allowed to impart such wisdom upon a mortal. It is within my power to grant him. And so he punished me for denying him that which I could never give."
Uncle Devin must have known he was dying, Stanley realized, piecing it all together. He knew he was ill, and he turned to Lilly for help…but she couldn't help him. Still don't think locking her up was the right thing to do, though…
As Stanley sat there and absorbed all of the information he had just learned, Lilly stood up and began walking around the attic, as though exploring it to see what had changed since she was locked away. There were no windows in the attic, only a couple of lamps connected to a single switch, but these provided enough illumination to reveal many of the cardboard boxes scattered here and there.
Stanly watched as Lilly peaked into several of the boxes curiously, even bending over quite a few times and inadvertently presenting her tight ass to him, a view he (and his cock) quite appreciated. Somehow, the fact his uncle had undoubtedly pounded the holy hell out of the girl every day for years didn't much phase him; she was beautiful, amazingly so, and more enthusiastic a lover than the young man had ever thought could exist.
"So, what are you going to do now that you're free?" Stanley asked as he watched the girl, who was busily looking through a pile of cards she pulled out of a box.
"Oh, I'm not free," Lilly told him very matter-of-factly, smiling a little as she pulled out some of the cards she appeared to like looking at. "When Master Devin perished, you became my new master. As such, I serve you now, in whatever way you wish. Provided you continue to feed me."
The girl looked at the young man and smiled devilishly at that last part, her eyes once again gleaming with a strange and otherworldly red light. Frightening as it was, Stanley also couldn't help but feel his cock twitch in arousal.
Something is really wrong with me.
"And what happens if I free you?" Stanley asked as Lilly put away the cards she was looking at and instead pulled out an old-fashioned camera.
"Then I return to the infernal realm until you or another sorcerer summons me once more," Lilly answered, smiling as she took a picture of herself, naked body and all. The photograph came out almost instantaneously, and the girl bounced over and handed it to Stanley as though she had taken it just for him.
"Would you like that?" Stanley asked as he accepted Lilly's photograph without questioning it.
At that, Lilly paused. She had been about to take another picture of herself when Stanley asked the question, but then stopped and lowered it slowly, as though forgotten. Her brow furrowed slightly, as though she was suddenly deep in thought, and, for a moment, Stanley was worried he had offended her in some way.
"No one has ever asked me that before," Lilly finally said, just as Stanley was about to speak up and apologize. She spoke slowly, as though carefully choosing her words and unable to believe she was speaking them aloud. "In the six hundred years I have served humanity, no one has ever asked me what I want."
"No one?" Stanley asked.
You're over six hundred years old?, he thought.
Lilly smiled sadly as she turned to face him, placing the camera back in the box she had pulled it out of. "I live to serve, Master Stanley. I do not ask questions; I merely obey. But if I were to choose…I think I would like to remain here. Your realm interests me greatly, far more so than my own realm ever has, and I rather think I will like serving one as kind and virile as you."
Stanley was…intrigued, to say the least. Of all the things his uncle had left him upon his death, this sweet succubus was so far Stanley's absolute favorite by a wide margin. Not only was she fascinating, a creature not of this realm or this reality, but she was beautiful; stunning, really. And enthusiastic. Stanley had never been much of a ladies' man, and the thought of having a servant – no, a willing partner – of his very own was remarkably tempting.
Still, he was a human first and foremost, he knew, and he had to make the right decision. And, ultimately, it wasn't his decision; it was hers, and he would have to abide by it no matter what she chose.
"Only if you're absolutely sure," he told the succubus after a few moments of thought, smiling warmly as he did so. "You're more than welcome to stay, but if you want to go – if you ever want to go – just say the word and I'll free you."
When Lilly next smiled at him, she did so with such genuine enthusiasm that Stanley couldn't help but blush. This wasn't simply a friendly smile, nor one of naughty mischief, but a pure smile of genuine happiness that made the young man's cock twitch just as much as watching her bend over in front of him.
"I am bound to you now and forever," Lilly said gratefully, still smiling happily as she bowed her head. "Now all that remains is for us to seal the pact through consummation. Choose a form, Master Stanley, and I shall adopt it."
"Choose a form?" Stanley asked, confused. "Wait…you can change forms?"
"Of course," Lilly told him, still grinning ear to ear. "The form I wear now was merely Master Devin's favorite. A student of his during his time in Calicut, I believe, but one for whom he never admitted his feelings. As a succubus, I can take the form of whatever woman you want."
And then, as Stanley watched, Lilly's brown skin began to lighten and pale until she was as white and fair-skinned as he was. Her black hair glimmered and grew, becoming a deep red in color and extending down to her naked buttocks. Her bosom likewise grew larger, her dark nipples becoming pink as her breasts went from a B-cup to a D-cup.
"Perhaps this form is more pleasing to you, Master Stanley?" she asked, her green eyes and long, red hair gleaming in the dim light of the attic.
Stanley didn't even time to respond before she started shifting again, growing both taller and slimmer, her skin darkening back to a rich brown. Her hair shortened and became frizzier, cropped close to her head, and her eyes were a deep, chocolate brown.
"Or perhaps you would like more variety?"
Again, she changed, this time shrinking a little, transforming into a beautiful woman of East Asian descent with sun-kissed skin and black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Her breasts were small but perky, and her glistening cunt looked good enough to eat.
"Whatever form you wish, Master Stanley, it is yours…"
Her skin turned white again, this time paler than even before, and her hair shortened until it became a bright purple buzzcut. Colorful tattoos and other markings climbed up her arms and legs, leaving only her supple breasts and stomach bare.
"So, what will it be, master? Which form shall be the first I take to pleasure you?"
It was honestly one of the hardest decisions of Stanley's life, even if he knew this was simply the first time he and Lilly would fuck. He could have had every form she had taken and more, multiple times if he wished, and it would have made little difference. No matter what race, what hair, what size and shape, he could have it all, and he had only to say the word. Hell, he could have even had Lilly take the form of a former crush, or a celebrity, or his bitchy ex-girlfriend from high school who refused to put out. The world was his oyster.
And yet…this was their first time, and Lilly seemed to genuinely like him. Each and every form she took was stunningly beautiful, but it was all still Lilly, and Stanley felt that was perhaps the most essential item. He wasn't fucking just any girl; he was fucking Lilly, his servant, his partner, his succubus.
It seemed only right he should ask for the real deal.
"What about your natural form?" he finally said, having given it some thought. It couldn't hurt to ask, after all, right? "Like, the real you. Can I see that?"
For the second time that evening, Lilly seemed stunned, as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"R-Really?" she asked, her voice little more than a whisper. She actually seemed to be blushing, but that might have just been a result of her unnaturally pale skin in the form she was currently wearing. "You want to see my natural form?"
"Yeah?" Stanley answered, a little confused. Had he done something wrong? "Is that okay?"
"Y-Yes, of course," Lilly told him, blinking and clearly taken aback. "It's just…no one has ever asked that of me before. When my masters feed me, it has always been in a shape they have chosen. I cannot recall the last time I took my natural form."
"Really?" Stanley asked.
She must have really had some nasty masters in the past.
"Yes," Lilly answered, smiling a little as she prepared to reveal her true self. "You are indeed a remarkable human, Master Stanley. I believe I will greatly enjoy serving you."
And then, as Stanley watched, Lilly's latest form began to melt away and transform into something entirely different. There was a body-wide shimmer this time, as though the succubus wasn't taking another form but simply lifting the veil she had worn around herself for so very long. As such, she didn't so much transform as step out of the illusion, and Stanley gasped as he saw her for what she really was.
Before him stood a young woman of almost perfect shape and form, her hour-glass figure the kind that women around the world dreamed of achieving. Her skin was the color of the sky at twilight, a dusky blue-purple, and her hair was as black as night, so long it fell to her naked ass. Her eyes were as red as blood, and without pupils or irises, her lips were pitch-black, and her ears were slightly pointed, like those of an elf. Her ass was shapely, her breasts were full and supple, and her cunt was bare and glistening with desire.
Aside from the impossibly-colored skin and the blood red eyes, there remained two signs that Lilly was most certainly not fully human: the first being the two black horns that jutted out of her forehead and curved backwards slightly at their tips, and the second being the forked tail whipping back and forth nervously, as if waiting for the final verdict. She was still small of stature, relatively speaking, certainly no taller than five and a half feet, minus the horns, and looked tighter and more nubile than ever before.
"Am I…pleasing?" Lilly asked after Stanley didn't comment right away, his eyes wide as he took in her supple breasts, her glistening cunt, and her devilishly tight ass. "Master Stanley?"
For a moment, Stanley said nothing, but simply sat there and stared at her. He looked upon the succubus in all her naked glory for the first time, and knew right away that he was in love. To ask her to take another form – to take any other form – seemed almost like an injustice to the demonic beauty standing before him.
Lilly was just about to ask if her master wanted her to take another, more pleasing form, when he suddenly spoke.
"Bend over."
Lilly looked up at that, confused. "Master Stanley?"
"Bend over," Stanley repeated, pulling off his shirt and then the rest of his clothes as though he couldn't tear them off fast enough. His cock was hard as a rock and there was a strong and powerful need in his eyes that made even Lilly shiver in anticipation. "Hands and knees, now. I need to be inside you now."
Lilly smiled. She really had found the perfect master.
As Stanley finished removing the last of his clothes, Lilly obeyed his orders to the letter and got down on her hands and knees in front of him, presenting her shapely, twilight-colored ass to the college student she now called her master. She arched her back as she did so, displaying both her puckered asshole and her glistening cunt, both of them up for grabs. A moment later, she gasped in pleasure as she felt Stanley's hands on her bountiful buttcheeks, squeezing and groping them with inhuman relish and desire.
"You can't get pregnant, can you?" he asked before he shoved his rock-hard cock right into the succubus's warm and welcoming pussy. He didn't have protection of any kind with him.
"My kind does not reproduce," Lilly answered her master, wriggling her buttocks in his face, as though to drive him mad. "My holes exist solely for your pleasure. I feed well no matter how you breed me, so long as you do it."
Well, in that case…
Already stroking his throbbing cock up and down in preparation for what would surely be the best sex he was ever going to experience, Stanley took the lead by placing the head of his cock right up against Lilly's puckered asshole. He had never fucked a girl in the ass before – had only really had sex a number of times, really – but he had always wanted to, more than anything. And who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth?
"Uhnnn!" Lilly moaned in pleasure, her blood red eyes rolling back into her head as she felt her master finally push the head of his cock into her impossibly tight anus. He was larger than his uncle; she had noticed earlier when sucking him off, but thought little of it, having sucked dick for literally centuries. It was another matter entirely when taking said cock in her ass, and the succubus already felt herself shuddering and shivering as she felt her master's cock penetrating her bowels. "Oh, master! Oh, yes! Fuck my ass, master! Fuck your servant's tight, little ass!"
And that's exactly what Stanley did. Knowing his partner was a demonic being who had no doubt experienced such poundings for centuries, the college student took little time in immediately ramming and slamming his cock in and out of Lilly's warm and welcoming ass. He gripped her hips tightly as he thrust into her again and again and again, his hips slapping against her purple ass and causing her cheeks to bounce wonderfully.
"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! Oh, yes! Oh, master, yes!" Lilly moaned and cried as Stanley pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her anus, literally burying himself balls-deep inside of her. The succubus had to squeeze her eyes closed and bit her lip to keep from being too loud, as every inch of her master's cock felt like heaven and hell inside of her. "Mmm, mmm, mmm…!"
Lilly's supple breasts began to bounce back and forth wildly as Stanley thrust into her perfect ass again and again and again, her nipples hard and her entire body shuddering with pleasure. It wasn't long before Stanley reached up with one hand and groped the succubus's bouncing tits, rolling her mounds of flesh in his hands and squeezing them in just the right way. She was the perfect servant – the perfect woman – and Stanley wanted to make sure she knew that.
It was true that Lilly had been fucked many times by many men in many different ways over the centuries. She was a creature of sex, after all; she survived on it, thrived on it, needed it to live. But never before had she ever been fucked in her natural form, had never felt a cock slide in and out of her own ass or experienced another man's hands on her own breasts. She had always been fucked while in another form, wearing another's body, and it wasn't until now that she realized exactly what she had been missing all along.
"Oh, Master Stanley! Oh, oh, oh, yes!" she screamed and moaned as she bucked her hips and threw her ass back at her master, begging him to drive himself deeper and harder into her tightening bowels. She had never before in her entire existence experienced such pure and unadulterated pleasure, and she knew she would spend the rest of her master's natural lifespan attempting to thank him for giving it to her. "So deep! So deep inside me! So good…!"
"Fuck…!" Stanley groaned as he likewise felt himself achieve new heights of sexual ecstasy. The succubus's ass was almost painfully tight around his cock, but it was so warm and welcoming that he never again ever wanted to pull out. "Goddamn, Lilly! So tight…!"
"Yes, so tight! So tight for you, Master Stanley!" Lilly cried back at him, tears and steam both flowing out of the edges of her eyes as she felt herself being fucked all the way back to the infernal depths that spawned her. "Fuck me, Master Stanley! Fuck my ass! Fuck your servant's tight ass as hard as you can!"
Such naughty words only encouraged Stanley to slam into Lilly harder and faster, his body already slick with sweat as he sodomized his beautiful, demonic servant. Perhaps it was Lilly's infernal nature, or perhaps it was simply how enthusiastic she was about this whole situation, but Stanley felt as though he would never tire of rearranging the demonic girl's guts with his fat cock. From the way the succubus moaned in pleasure and bucked her hips into every one of his thrusts, he had a feeling she felt the same way.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
The sounds of sex – rough sex – echoed throughout the tiny attic, filling the air as Stanley drove every inch of his throbbing dick deeper and deeper into Lilly's impossibly tight ass. The succubus moaned and groaned adorably as her bowels tightened around the cock thrusting into her, driving her insane and pushing her far past any limits she may have ever had. This was a true coupling between man and demon, not a performance or a mere feeding, and both man and demon were giving it their very best.
Just as Lilly was beginning to think it couldn't possibly get any better, her blood red eyes snapped wide open as she felt Stanley let go of her bouncing breasts and instead reach up to take hold of her curved horns. He wrapped one hand around each horn, gripping onto them tightly and using them to better anchor himself as he bounded the succubus's juicy ass. Such an action forced Lilly's head to snap back towards him, as though her master was pulling her hair as he rode her demonic ass.
"Oh, oh, oh! Oh, master!" Lilly exclaimed happily, tears once again running down her purple face. She arched her back as Stanley pulled her head back by her horns, her tits bouncing up and down ferociously and her ass slapping against her master's hips as he annihilated her anus. "Oh, that's…that's good! So good! Fuck me, master! Fuck your servant! Make me yours forever!"
Neither knew for how long they coupled in the attic, only that it felt like forever before Stanley finally reached its peak. Lilly's loud and naughty words, her body squirming and writhing beneath him, her tight ass practically sucking him deeper and deeper into her bowels…it was simply too much for any mortal man to handle. He felt Lilly's forked tail wrap around his waist as he began thrusting into her like a man possessed, going so fast and so hard he was having trouble catching his own breath.
"Fuck, Lilly!" he groaned loudly, hammering her ass as it tightened around him and squeezed his throbbing cock harder and harder with every thrust. "I'm…gonna cum!"
"Cum in me!" Lilly shouted, her tongue practically lolling out of her mouth as her master fucked her silly, her entire body on fire and her bowels screaming in delicious ecstasy. "Cum in my ass, Master Stanley! Feed me, feed me, feed meeeee!"
A moment later, Stanley practically roared as he buried himself to the hilt inside Lilly and then came inside her for the second time that day, this time spraying her bowels with his hot seed instead of sending it sliding down her throat. With Lilly's horns still in his hands, her head pulled back, and her ass flush against his thrusting hips, he pumped her full of his juices, holding nothing back and ensuring he unloaded each and every drop inside of her.
Lilly, meanwhile, felt her entire body shake and shudder in pleasure as she felt her bowels accept her master's seed with eternal gratitude. She told the truth when she said it didn't matter where he came inside her, so long as he did so, and her ass was just as good a place as any. She felt it fill her to the brim like warm soup, and her body had already begun the process of transforming it into the nourishment she needed to live.
"Oh, Master Stanley…" she cooed happily, practically purring as she felt her master's juices renew her.
Usually each ejaculation kept Lilly fed for a day or so, requiring a daily fucking or blowjob, but the poor succubus had been starved before Stanley arrived. But even with so many missed meals, the raw sexual energy Stanley had unleashed upon the succubus – along with the veritable gallon of cum he had fired into her fiery hot ass – instinctively told Lilly she would feel well-fed for at least the next week.
Stanley, meanwhile, was doing his best to remain conscious as he deposited the very last of his seed inside Lilly, feeling drained both physically and spiritually. Feeding the succubus took a lot out of him, it seemed, but it was worth it, and he was already looking forward to feeding his servant again as soon as he could. With a weary groan, he slid his softening cock out of Lilly's cream-filled bowels and then collapsed on the floor of the attic next to her.
She joined him a few seconds later, laying on her stomach with her freshly fucked ass still raised in the air a little, her arms and legs having apparently given out. Her demonic form disappeared as Stanley watched, and was soon replaced by the nubile Indian girl with the wavy black hair his Uncle Devin had apparently liked so much.
"It takes great effort to maintain my natural form while in this realm," Lilly explained, as though sensing Stanley's question. "And I do believe you have worn me out, Master Stanley. I can take another form, if you would like."
"You're good," Stanley told her with a smile.
"How do you feel, master?" Lilly asked, wriggling her naked hips a little as though still digesting the rivers of cum in her bowels. "Are you satisfied?"
"More than satisfied," Stanley answered with a laugh. "What about you? How do you feel?"
"Full," Lilly told him, closing her eyes and smiling as though she could just curl up and go to sleep. "Thank you. I don't think I'll be hungry again for days. But let me know if you would like to breed again, anyway. I can always make room for more."
"I'll keep that in mind."
The two remained on the attic floor for a few more minutes before both finally decided to actually try standing up. Stanley pulled his clothes back on as Lilly watched from beside him, smiling innocently all the while, and still as naked as can be. The house may have belonged to Stanley, now, but it still very much felt like his uncle's house, and he wasn't quite ready to walk around it naked.
"One last question," he asked as he finished dressing himself, still looking over at the naked Indian girl who wasn't really a naked Indian girl. "Not that I mind, but do you, like…wear clothes?"
Lilly simply shrugged good-naturedly as she prepared to follow him down out of the attic and back into the house proper. "I have. I can. Would you like me to wear clothes?"
"Fuck, no."
Lilly smiled. Serving Stanley was going to be fun, she could just tell. "As you wish, Master Stanley. I live to serve."