The other half of Inkubus Sukkubus.


It was New Orleans during Spring Break. Remy watched all of the college students, relishing their first taste of freedom, or their second and third bites of that decadent fruit, looking for a likely candidate. The trick here was finding a girl innocent enough to fall for the trick, but not so innocent that she was sexually repressed.

His eyes landed on a girl who had dyed her hair bright red, with a streak of platinum blonde running down the center, topping the entire look off with black tips. Her clothing was a bit more conservative for the heat, and included quite a bit of black velvet. Remy chuckled and sidled up behind her, pondering how to take the situation in hand.

He didn't have to think long, because the woman turned and bumped into him after paying the corner vendor for her cheap souvenir to send to her bookworm roommate. Remy let out an undignified 'ooof' and hit the ground like he'd been shot. The woman gasped and helped him up, tucking her bric-a-brac in her coffin shaped purse.

"Ah'm so sorry! Ya okay? Ah'm sucha klutz sometimes." The woman said, her face wide with worry and surprise. Remy inwardly smirked. He usually didn't do goth chicks, but he couldn't resist this one. She was just too perfect for a one night stand. Just looking at her body made him think of darkened rooms and satin sheets.

Through all this fantasizing, he managed to keep his mind in business mode. "N'est rien, ma cherie." He said with enough charm to make an old woman blush. He noted with some amusement that if she did blush, he couldn't see it through her makeup, but she certainly did giggle in a way that threatened to make him loose control of his body.

"Ah must say, if ya don't speak English, then there wasn't much point in ya sneaking up on me, savvy?" The other woman drawled, flipping her multicolor hair over her shoulder. Remy smirked and chuckled.

"Pardonne-moi, cherie. Je parle Anglais, mais, j'adore francais." He explained, bowing slightly and kissing her hand. "My name's Remy. What's yours, Cherie?" He rubbed the satin that made up her gloves as if he were trying to warm her fingertips. A smirk threatened to break his façade when he watched his prey's eyes widen and felt her hand curl around his tighter.

"Come to mah hotel room. Ah'll tell ya whatevah ya need ta know, mah beautiful stranger." She replied in a husky southern accent that made his lower extremities twitch, watching her body sway in just the right way to give him a flash f her paper white breasts, her hips swaying enough while she spoke to draw his attention between her cleavage and her waist.

Remy didn't know how he lost track f time and space, but he suddenly found himself in a hotel room, watching his stranger sliding her gloves down her arms. He'd already, he noted after a moment of confusion, discarded his clothing, and was standing in a semi-stupor as the woman gave him a witchy, devious smile, grabbing his hands and running them up her body, until he was cupping both of her breasts, still restrained by a deep dark red bra that felt like satin. He could hardly do anything but watch from behind his eyes as his mouth lowered t taste her flesh, his fingers gently freeing one of her breasts from its confines.

She moaned in pleasure as his lips brushed her nipple, followed by his tongue. Soon, after another, shorter, black out period, Remy found himself not only sucking at her breast the way a child would, removing her panties, her long black skirt already throw into a corner of the room. He could smell her physical arousal, and hear her s closely resembled whimpering. He realized that her hands were rubbing the inside of his thighs, and every now and then she would brush her fingers over his testicles, making him whimper as well.

Remy pushed the woman on her back when he'd removed her panties and broke his lips away form her nipple, replacing them on her mouth. She kissed him back, putting all of her passion and lust into that single solitary motion making his erection twitch with a new wave of lust. His body followed her lead with not a single thought of doing otherwise when she guided his eager erection into her slick vagina.

All the practiced subtlety that Remy had perfected over he years of spring breaks and mardi gras evaporated when he penetrated her, and soon he was thrusting into her with all his might, trying to bury himself as deep within her as he could, his own animal desire overriding ever other thing in existence. This lust overtook him so completely tat he hardly noticed when the woman pushed him on his back and began to ride him instead. He couldn't find his way out of the lust even when he felt the slow pull of his energy, his very being sucked out through his penis. He did hear her laugh. A high cold, harsh sound, and had the faint impression of dark brown wings protruding from her back and a set of thin, single pointed horns growing from her temples before his body stopped completely, his last breath a shuddering grunt as he ejaculated into the demon's ever hungry body.


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Peace and Love,

Panther Nesmith