"Come now, you didn't think what I gave you earlier was all I had to offer, did you? You should know… The best treats are always saved for last~" Tharja purred, her voice low and throaty as she traced a hand along the young man's neck. The feel of his Adam's Apple as it rose and fell when he swallowed nervously was… Surprisingly intoxicating, if the dark-haired woman had to admit.
Chester hadn't seriously celebrated Halloween in years, and the only reason he was out tonight was to mind his younger brother, David. They, along with a small crowd of Chester's friends and other kids from David's 2nd grade class, had traveled around every house in the neighborhood and some beyond in their search for candy, tricks, and a general good time. Despite his apathy towards most social events, the sandy-blond had enjoyed himself quite a bit, certainly more than he expected.
It was when they had come to the house at the end of the street, that Chester's night made a turn for the better. A flash of dark hair and pale skin had immediately drawn his eye towards the window by the front door, and there was a floor-length coat clutched by a dainty hand that obscured her body as a gorgeous woman answered the sharp knocking of his little brother.
Right away her black eyes lit up and a smile stole across her face, and she played the part of a not-so-wicked-witch to perfection for the gathered crowd of kids, much to their delight. He'd always heard that the woman who lived here was a little… Odd, to say the least, but perhaps there was no truth to it at all… Maybe she just wanted some company, and a chance to reach out and be kind for a change.
Of course, once she had handed out a sufficient amount of candy, well, more than sufficient in his eyes, her attention turned to Chester and his group of friends. Instantly, her gaze adopted a more serious, playful air, and her grip on the ruby-red coat was loosened ever so slightly… Just enough to allow them all a glimpse at the tantalizing curves and costume that it concealed.
Now he knew why she had delayed in opening the door… It would not do to let innocent children catch a glimpse of something such as that. With how dumbfounded they were by just that little peek, she had easily been able to step back inside and emerge a moment later with no one the wiser. A small piece of paper was stuffed into Chester's hand, and when he glanced down at it to see what exactly she had written, a strong grip cupped his chin and directed his green eyes back to her face.
"Come back here later, alone."
She mouthed, and sent him on his way with a few treats of a more… Appropriate nature, for he and his friends. Nothing that would get her in hot water if caught and the source discovered… But nothing that would help her earn grace in the sight of the parents either. Then again, he got the impression that the woman never cared for such a thing to begin with anyway.
A little over an hour later, Chester had returned home and sent his brother off to his room, and had settled in his chair for some time spent gaming. After all, it was Friday, what else would he be doing? Reading? Exercising? Please, he'd done enough of both for his studies and for his school's baseball team. He had a little vacation from work of any kind, and by George, he was going to use it.
But… His mind went back to that piece of paper. He hadn't looked at it since she averted his gaze, and as the moon rose higher into the night and November 1st came around… Chester shut his computer down and grabbed his phone for a light. It was high time he satisfied his curiosity…
As it turned out, his curiosity was sated when he called the number scrawled on the scrap of paper, and a sultry chuckle answered after a wait that felt like eternity. "I was wondering if you'd have the balls to call me, boy." … That got his attention. Chester would never describe himself as a prideful, brash kind of guy, in fact he was quite mellow and relaxed. It took a lot to get under his skin and genuinely make him angry… But her usage of "boy" had peeved him more than he had realized at the time.
So much so that he'd barely remembered to stammer out a denial, and asserted that he was indeed no boy. But even to himself, it had felt hollow. "Don't like it? Then come see me then… I've got some more treats to hand out after all~"
He'd never biked so fast in his entire life. It had taken them well over 45 minutes to get onto the street that her house was on earlier, but after he heard her voice over the phone, and his mind conjured images that wreaked havoc with his hormones… Chester had made it there in less than 10.
With shaking hands he pressed the button for her doorbell, and tried to get his breathing back under control. Heaven knows he would need it, for whatever it was that she had in mind… And what it was, he thought he had a pretty good idea already. A good idea that was cemented, and then reinforced when she opened the door wide, no coat in sight and clad in latex getup that looked like sin incarnate.
"... I-I came back." he forced out, the words stolen from his lips and his eyes wider than the moon that shined above. Chester barely made a sound as she reached out and pulled him inside with surprising strength, and pushed the door shut after him. His eyes were glued to her backside as she locked the door and pulled the curtains shut over the blinds, and his tongue tied itself in a knot when she shot him a look that spoke of what she had in mind for the two of them tonight…
"Yes, you did. I'm surprised, you're the first one in ages to take me up on my offer. I'll admit, I've never been a social butterfly, but even a gal like me gets lonely every now and then… And that's precisely why I love this time of year. All the people going from house to house, the camaraderie and bonds between friends and lovers, even the innocent joy and delight of all the little children… It's the best meal I have every year."
… Meal? His confusion must have been plain to see, and she clucked her tongue as she took him by the hand and led him up the stairs. "You look like you're a smart boy, did you ever do any looking into the old tales and myths? Vampires, werewolves, demons, any of that stuff?" … Well he had, but only after something had pointed him in that direction, it had never been through any independent desire on his part.
"Geez… I thought that the education standards had improved in this time. They used to teach all of you about us." Chester was increasingly baffled as she opened the door to what was clearly the master bedroom, and pushed him down onto the heart-shaped bed. "I'm gonna make it real quick for you, boy. Those myths you heard about growing up? Dracula, Werewolves, Sasquatch, Naagloshii… Skinwalkers," she supplied after he raised a questioning brow, "they're all true. Granted, some of them are exaggerated… But that's normal for stories, isn't it?"
The blond, freckle-faced young man swallowed his nerves and found his voice when she shed the little cape that was part of her outfit, and wondered if he hadn't made a huge mistake in coming over here alone. "If… If that's all true, then what does that make you?" Instantly, he all but froze as she grinned, and perfect white teeth gnawed on a plump lip in a fashion that should not have been as lewd as it was.
"A Succubus. A 'Lust Demon', but not one so quick to anger as an Incubus would be. You have to watch your step and be very careful around them, they take offense even easier than the Dryads. I could tell you my true name… But frankly, English was never very good at pronouncing even half of it, and I don't have the time nor the patience to teach you Ancient Latin. Instead, my handsome young boy, you can call me Tharja."
"... Is this… The p-part where you feed on me?" Chester asked with more than a little fear in his voice, and shuddered when the newly-named Tharja joined him on the bed, his eyes glued to her bosom as she crawled towards him. 'So, this is how I die.' he thought to himself, and hoped that it wouldn't… Hurt?
"... In a, manner of speaking, yes. It is. But not even close to the extent of threatening your life, Chester. Rare is it for a succubi to feed on her partner to the point of death, as that is not only a foolish waste of the precious source of energy… It also traumatizes her. Yes, we feed on the essence of humans. Yes, you can and will feel more drained than you normally would after exerting yourself. But to feed until our partner expires…"
Tharja shook her head, and brought her hand to the back of his as her fingers started to run through his hair. "We entwine ourselves with the being we feed on… We feel their ecstasy, their joy, their love if there is any, their pain… To kill anything, especially a human, with how strongly your kind feels emotions… Is to tear out a vast portion of ourselves." And then she kissed him, her plump lips so soft against his own that it very nearly stung.
Limited in experience he may have been, but Chester had kissed a woman before. Lost his virginity even. But the sensations that had come from just a small, tiny gesture such as this… Had just shattered his notions of what a "kiss" was. It shouldn't feel this good, should not energize him like this… Yet, he could tell there was a new warmth under his skin, his energy slowly coaxed from the fading embers and stoked back into a roaring fire.
When she broke apart with an impossibly smug grin present on her face, he didn't know if he wanted to dive back in, breathlessly ask what had just happened, or wipe that look off her face. How he would go about doing that was unknown, but he'd figure that out later.
"Surprised? Don't tell me you thought a kiss from me would be the same as it would be from a normal girl… I'm a succubus, my dear boy. Everything about me, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, is so far above even the finest mortal woman that it's insulting… If you don't want to be ruined for anyone other than me, you should leave right now. Otherwise… You won't ever be satisfied unless I'm the one in your bed. In your heart… Your life. I won't force you… But I would like you to stay."
He thought back to what she said earlier, how he had been the first one in ages to take her up on the offer… How she mentioned that "even a gal like me gets lonely every now and then." Chester wondered just how long it had been since her last kiss. Since the last time she had someone other than herself in this house. If she had been living here for years and years, and memories of his parents having told him to "stay away from that house near the edge of the forest." backed that up… Just how long had she been by her lonesome?
"I'll stay. I mean… You said that you get lonely here, right? It couldn't hurt to stick around for a little while." he said with a sigh and a grin, while his mind wondered if he had perhaps, not for the first time tonight, made the wrong choice. But she seemed so sad, so lonely from both her subtle glances to the door and back to him, as if she expected to see him turn around and run away.
"... I hope you know what you just did, Chester. If not, well… I'll have time to show you the benefits of having a succubus for a lover~" And then she kissed him, so much harder than before, which brought two very important facts to light for Chester.
One: the one from earlier was practically an innocent peck on the cheek compared to what he felt right now.
Two: there was a hand at his groin, a hand that quickly undid his belt and snaked its way into her boxer briefs, and his heart stopped when Tharja grabbed hold of his dick. If this was how good she could make him feel just from a touch… He was both terrified yet excited beyond all measure for what the rest of the night entailed.
"My my, you've got yourself something rather pleasant here. Let me just… Make a little more room~" And in the blink of an eye, the raven-haired vixen had stripped him of his shirt, shoes, pants, and underwear, the newly-made pile of clothing in the corner a magnet for his gaze once he realized what had just happened.
"Holy shit!" Well, it would have been, if he didn't feel like he was about to die on the spot! The bulb at the end of her tail, that he had at one point thought was just simply an overly-detailed part of her costume, closed around his cock and started to slide up and down, the inside of it like a wet mouth and yet so much more. His breath escaped in short, pained gasps, and Chester wondered if he would even remain conscious after this…
"Oh you haven't seen anything yet. If you think that's impressive… Then I really do need to spoil you, that innocence is adorable~" Tharja's lips seized his in a kiss that stole the breath from his lungs, and the young man suddenly became keenly aware of a rather important fact.
Just because he was in no danger to his life did not mean Tharja was not going to eat him alive tonight. He would just live to see the next day, is all. Her tongue entered his mouth and the tail never once slowed down as it pumped up and down his shaft, and he swore it was drinking his precum as fast as it was released from his swollen head.
Given the sensations that had captivated his mind and his body, it was no wonder that Chester didn't last very long under her ministrations. A wordless cry escaped his lips and his hips bucked into the warmth of her tail once, twice, thrice as he came so hard it hurt. A load bigger than any before flooded the small space of her tail, and Tharja giggled in a low tone against his mouth before she pulled away.
"Geez… you must have emptied yourself with a load that big. Not that I can blame you, this was your first time with a succubus. If I couldn't make you do something like that… Well, I'd be disappointed in myself to be quite honest."
Her words went unheard and ignored as Chester desperately tried to get his breath back, and felt like he was about to die of exhaustion. Ok, not quite that bad, but still. Definitely felt like he had just sprinted until his legs gave out, and then somehow kept going. If she wanted more… he had no idea of how he was supposed to even try and give her what she wanted.
Of course, then he found the strength to open his eyes and see her removing the "costume" that barely served to keep anything concealed, and suddenly… Well, he was still tired as hell, but there was at least the will to appreciate what was before him. Her breasts were magnificent, easily better than any he'd seen before or would ever see after tonight. He couldn't tell if his eyes were mistaken, but he swore that thin trails of white leaked from her stiff nipples, but then Chester followed that trail down to her waist and his brain shut down as her sex was revealed to him.
"That never gets old. It's always fun to see a guy's first reaction to seeing a succubus naked, it's still the funniest thing I've ever seen. Now then… Let me take care of this little problem for you~" Tharja brought her index finger to her lips, and gave it a little peck. It seemed to glow as she pulled it away, and when she ran the digit down his shaft… It was like a bolt of lightning had struck him.
Instantly, the tired feeling left him and felt as if he could sprint round the globe without rest, not to mention what it did to his cock. It sprang back to life and seemed to grow in length, girth, and… he couldn't see it, but the freckled young man swore his balls had swelled in size as well. Whether or not they'd be emptied in a single climax was unknown, but somehow he doubted that would be the case.
"... Is that normal?" he asked in a voice that belied his wonder, and licked his suddenly dry lips as she rolled her folds over his aching member. "On second thought, maybe I should just shut up and let you work your magic."
"Finally realized that, did you? Kidding, but yes that's normal. I don't want you running dry before I've had my fun now, and I know you want more than just the one climax, right?" Tharja said in a low, sultry voice as she straddled his waist, and brushed her sex along his shaft painfully slowly. Had he not just been "recharged", so to speak, Chester knew he would have burst again then and there.
"You have until noon tomorrow, or until we're both satisfied, of a cock that won't tire, an endless supply of cum, and unending stamina as well. You'll need it to even try and keep up with me, boy." … There it was again. While it felt like a lifetime ago, he still recalled how annoyed she made him with that word. "Boy." In a manner of speaking, it made sense he supposed. If she's been alive for centuries at least as she's implied, then he would be a boy from her perspective. But…
"I'm not a boy. I'm a man, and I'll prove it to you." Chester's brain had no time to review those words before they left his lips, and for a moment his rational side wondered if he'd even have listened to advice to stop. Then again… He was rather tired of her teasing him about that.
"Oh? Will you now? By all means… Come and try me." The succubus purred, before she lowered her hips and sank down on his engorged dick, her folds tighter and hotter than anything he could have imagined. The blond grit his teeth and clenched seemingly every muscle in his body as he forced himself not to cum, not to give in to the insanely-pleasurable grip of her walls.
But fuck, was it close. His hands gripped her sides and pulled her down to his base, and Tharja's brows rose at his sudden initiative. Well well, it seemed as if she'd struck a nerve by calling him "Boy" over and over. Something she would have to repeat then, if it resulted in him being an active participant instead of laying back and allowing her to do as she pleased.
Chester started to buck his hips up into her wet, tight heat, determined to at least put up something of a fight. He doubted his ability to back up his boasts, but trying sure looked like a better idea than letting her have free reign. Besides, her breasts had begun to sway and bounce as her hips rolled and met his own, and he decided it would be wise to find a rhythm sooner rather than later. Preferably one that left him in charge instead.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing, boy. You're far from the first to try and take the reins after I provided a little help, even if you reacted better than almost everyone else," she muttered under her breath, "you're just the latest one to try." Reacted better than most huh? He'd take that as his first victory of the night, and resolved to claim many more before they were through.
Chester remained silent as his hands moved up her body and kneaded her swaying breasts, squeezing and playing with her perky bosom to his heart's content as the sound of skin-on-skin filled the room. How did she even keep a pair like these contained, he wondered. Without thinking he sat up and closed his mouth over a pert nipple, and allowed a smirk when a gasp slipped from her lips.
"Nothing I haven't s-seen before, you'll fall just like the resssst?" Tharja half-said, half-moaned as he took advantage of his newly freed hand, and gripped her tail tightly when he saw how it twitched and bobbed behind her back. The slit that had gone ignored… he gave it an experimental drag of his fingers, and relished the way she shuddered and her walls clamped down on his cock.
In return, when her lips found his neck and started to lick, kiss, and suck at suddenly sensitive skin, Chester knew he was in for a struggle. Inexperienced he may be, but he figured that the pulse of her pussy should be a sign of her impending climax, right? At least, he hoped. If not, well he'd already bitten off more than he could chew, there would always be the next time to make good on his promise.
Neither one said a word as they picked up speed, not willing to cede an inch of ground to the other at all. Whenever Chester thought he'd found a new weakness, some unexplored angle to press the attack, Tharja countered with a trick that nearly ended him then and there. It was only his stubborn will that kept him from losing now…
"Aaaahhn~" Well, that and his sudden discovery inside her tail's slit, to be exact. As his fingers explored the surprising depths of her twitching limb, he'd found something that felt… odd. When a sudden twist of her hips left his cock about to burst, the blond had rubbed it hard, and almost paused in his surprise when she'd loosed a high-pitched wail of a moan.
Of course, "almost" only counted in horseshoes, and hand grenades, as the saying went. He ruthlessly exploited this newfound weakness, and damn near shouted in delight as her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him just a little closer, a little deeper into her sex. Who would have known that a g-spot would be in a tail, of all places.
Tharja's nails left marks along his back when his free hand left her breast and squeezed her backside, the dark-haired woman forced to abandon her assault on his neck for breath while he fondled and kneaded her ass for all he was worth. 'My tail, how did I forget about my damned tail?!' It was an amateur mistake, one she had long since outgrown… Or so she thought.
"Y-You little… gods! Ok! You wiiiinnnn!" Tharja sobbed as her first climax struck, both sets of walls clamping down on their very welcome intruders and squirting juices over his skin. If he could have seen himself in a mirror, Chester was sure he would have slapped himself, such was the smug grin present on his face. Of course…
That assumed he didn't follow her over the edge right away. A choked gasp of her name left his lips as his balls churned, and her sex was flooded with his seed. If he'd known the full extent of what she had done, then he might have thought twice before he finished inside her pussy. Might. Tharja's womb greedily accepted the torrent of thick, virile cum, and turned it into a source of power so delicious, so potent, that she came again on the spot.
Her mind was assaulted by pleasures which she had not known for ages, centuries even. The last lover that had made her feel this way had passed on well before the British Empire started to decline, and the succubus had made her peace with never finding another man to stand at her side like he had again.
As he pulled his mouth free of her teat, and shivered as his orgasm slowly died down, Chester started to speak, to try and boast of how he'd made her admit defeat within the first hour of their night together, only to pause. And then pale, before he swallowed the lump in his throat. "... I've only thrown myself into the lion's den, haven't I." he said with a calm that was not truly felt, and wondered if those pink hearts in her onyx eyes were something to be worried about.
"All covered in a marinade too~" his lover cooed, and devoured his lips in a kiss nearly as intense as her own climax. Their tongues met and explored the other's mouth, and Tharja reached down to cup his sack before she fell on her back, legs still locked around his waist. "I hope you know how to do rough, Chester. Cause that's the way I like it~"
… Truth be told, he didn't, but he had a feeling he would soon find out. On instinct he pulled out and flipped her over, one hand wound in her hair as the other guided his dick inside her depths once more. Her locks were soft and oh so very smooth in his grasp, and he almost felt bad for using them for such a purpose. Almost.
Had she not mewled her approval of his action, that is. His dick reached deeper with this new angle, and her ass rippled and bounced with every thrust of his hips. It threatened to drive him mad with how distracting it was, and the urge to smack it hard enough to leave a mark certainly did not help. But it was an urge he gave into, much to Tharja's delight. Again and again in fact, the sound of the succubus as she grew louder and louder with every swat of his hand.
Her hips swayed and bucked in tune to his thrusts, his pace relentless as he hammered against her womb every time he pushed forward. Tharja delighted in the slight sting that came from such a thing, and reveled in his strength as Chester pulled on her hair. Gods, but it had been too long since she last had a man in her bed who could, would, and was able to please her like this.
The blond choked out a cry of her name as his orgasm struck again, his base flush with her folds as maddeningly soft walls milked his cock of that virile seed. Rather than absorb it and turn it into energy, however, Tharja allowed it to enter her womb and assault what lay within. Being a mother again felt… Nice, and if Chester hadn't wanted to run away yet, or even so much as showed the slightest sign of doing so…
Her musings were cut short as he collapsed to the bed beside her, panting for air like he had just run from one end of the country to the other. His dick, on the other hand, still stood tall and proud despite the exhaustion of her lover. A giggle escaped as Tharja reached out and scooped up a drop of seed with a finger, and shot him a teasing gaze even as she licked her digit clean of his essence.
"Need a break?" Blue eyes glanced at hers in an answer, and she loosed a mock sigh before she leaned against the headboard, Chester's head cradled in the crook of her arm while she ran a playful hand through his hair. "I figured. My little gift does nothing for physical stamina, that can only truly be built up through exercise. But, as for restoring it? Now that, that's what my milk is for. Go on, drink up… We have until noon tomorrow after all~"
In the back of his mind, after he started to drink from her hardened teat and damn near came again from the taste, Chester wondered just how he would go about introducing her to his family… Eh, he'll deal with it later. What could possibly go wrong?