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Monster Lover's March Day 5 - Were-Hyena

I'm a bit (very) late on this @monluvmarch story, but I liked it enough that I wanted to flesh it out a little (and I write slowly). More wholesome this time!

M human reader x F were-hyena character in an established relationship.

Story below:

You and your were-hyena girlfriend have decided that you're ready to try something new: Intimacy while she's transformed.

CW: Biting, both characters have penises (one pseudo)

“Are you sure you still wanna do this? I can get pretty gross.”

In the dimly-lit bedroom of a small, twelfth-floor apartment, you sit on the end of the mattress alongside Raia. She looks down at her legs after asking her question, kicking one lightly back and forth against the mattress. The rhythm of the sound and the rain against the window soothes you.

You pick up your hand and place it on hers. You look at her and see her hair, puffed up in the way that some were-people’s hair naturally sits. You’re briefly lost in its jagged edges, following an unkempt strand as it separates from the rest.

“I told you I wanted to see you, right? That hasn’t changed”, you reassure.

She looks back up at you and makes quick eye contact before looking away again, leg still swinging. 

“Okay.” She pauses, and takes a deep breath.

“I never really know when it’s gonna… when it’ll *hit.* I just know it’ll be tonight, at some point.”

“You want to put something on while we wait?”

“Yeah.”

In the bedroom of a small apartment with the curtains drawn against the full moon, you lay in bed with Raia, watching and waiting. You’ve both seen this show before. It’s comfort.

Zoned out and half-asleep, you feel her stir beside you. She sits up and starts to get out from under the blankets, quickly takes off her top, then stares at you.

“It’s gonna be soon. Really soon.”

You briefly see the universe reflected in her amber eyes, then something behind them shifts. She leaps out of bed and rushes behind a translucent divider set up between the bed and the wall of the room. You fumble for the remote, sit up, and pause the show.

“Sorry,” her voice pokes out from the divider, “You really, really don’t want to see the actual transformation. Promise. I’m used to it and I still hate seeing it. It’s so… fleshy. Eugh.” Her silhouette shudders visibly.

You’re still curious about how a were-person transformation actually looks. Those with the condition tend to guard the process very closely, and you’ve been led to believe it’s a little different for everyone who experiences it.

For now, you decide to leave it be. You can still see her silhouette behind the divider window, taking off the last piece of her underwear so it’s not damaged by what’s to come.

Sensing that she doesn’t want silence right now, you reply, “I can’t wait.”

She exhales another smile, still not really believing that you do. It’s quickly replaced by a low groan.

“Oh boy. HhEre we go.”

Her voice twists and retches. It pulls itself back into its usual smoothness for a moment before the process continues.

You see her hand and arm expand, accompanied by the sound of twisting flesh. Her body cracks as she begins to grow in height while her legs become distended and digitigrade, rough edges of hair replacing the usual smoothness of her form.

She coughs, the form of her voice changing. Locked onto what you see unfolding behind the blur of the window, you finally see her neck widen and hunch over into the naturally crooked shape of a were-hyena’s, with an entirely new head at the end of it - wider, animalistic, and with a short snout you can already see. Her breathing turns to panting.

She clutches her stomach and doubles over. You’re about to get up and rush over when she stands up again, catching her breath. 

“I’m okay. Whoow. I’m okay, it’s done.”

Her voice hits your ear differently. Not deeper, but with an entirely different shape due to the changes in her neck and face. It’s rough, like the sound of a cat’s tongue running over smooth skin.

She stands and waits, still panting, behind the divider. Her tongue lolls out, then she pulls it back into her mouth.

“Come out! I wanna see. I’m not gonna say anything weird.” you promise.

“I believe you, I just need to… gather my strength, I guess.”

“You look plenty strong already.”

“You know what I mean.”

She gingerly begins to step out from the divider. With her new posture, you see her head first - a strange combination of what you know full hyenas to look like, but with differences in shape that clearly make it more human. Her snout isn’t as long, and her eyes remain as deep as ever. Her smile wraps around her face now, revealing pink skin at her mouth’s edges, and much more dangerous-looking teeth. Her hair is the same as before, draped over her hunched back and poking up like a mountain skyline.

She chuckles - the sound is a strange combination of animal and human, more like something that belongs on a savannah than a bedroom.

“Hi.” She says, as she steps out fully. “Do, uh, do you like it?”

She scratches at her neck with her newfound paw.

You can tell she’s blushing, despite the fur covering her.

“Of course I do.” you state, plainly, and continue.

“Can I… pet… you? I want to know what the fur feels like.”

She covers her snout with both hands. “You said you wouldn’t say anything weird!”

“Sorry! Sorry, I just didn’t know how else to word that. Wow, you’re pretty.”

She needs only a single step now to close the gap and sit back down on the bed with you. She’s taller now, but the hunch in her spine puts her head level with yours. She smiles a new, toothy smile.

“Thanks.”

She looks around again for a moment and exhales strongly.

“Hooooh, this is weird. No one ever sees me like this. I usually just lay down and try to distract myself with something, shake the thoughts away.”

“Thoughts?”

“Yeah, they get kind of jumbled. Being like this changes the way I think, intrusive thoughts get louder, new thoughts happen, it’s hard to describe. Like right now I’m thinking of you, but I’m also thinking of jumping out the window and going for a run.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Please don’t jump out the window.”

She gives you a playful punch on the arm. She’s definitely stronger than usual.

“Come on! Take this seriously.”

“Ouch, alright, sorry.”

“Oh no, did that hurt? Tell me if I do something out of line. You remember the safeword?”

“I do. Don’t worry.”

Your conversation fades into the background as you both sit with each other for a drawn-out, peaceful moment. She reaches out a clawed hand and you take it, pressing your thumb into her paw pads.

“Huh. That kinda tickles.” she responds, and shifts to grip your hand tighter.

“When did you get so cute?”

“Stop! There’s no way you think I’m *cute* like this.”

Still curious about how she feels, you run your free hand through her fur, starting from her shoulder and down her arm. Despite its frazzled appearance, it’s smooth. Still stroking her, you lean your head in, burying it into the crook of her neck.

“Hmm.” You hear her smile as she in turn begins to run her hand down your back.

You both continue for a time, satisfied in each other’s comfort.

Time continues to pass, and you hear her breathing become heavier, turning into a slow pant again. Worried, you pull your head from her and look at her now closed eyes. Her mouth is open, saliva dripping from her tongue.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-” she hesitates, “I knew this would happen, I shouldn’t have agreed to this, this was a bad idea. I should leave.”

“Wait, wait, what’s going on?”

She cracks her eyes open. The warmth from her expanded chest and lungs pass over your face like a summer gusts as she continues to pant. She stumbles over her words.

“Heat. It’s heat. I didn’t think this was part of it but it definitely is because you’re here.”

Not able to form a coherent response, and unwilling to let her sit there without one, you gently pull her closer in for a kiss.

The feeling of kissing a snout is different from the usual human kiss. You feel her wet nose and the way her lips connect together differently. As the kiss ends, her panting grows rougher.

“Do you really want thi-?”

Before she can finish her sentence, you respond with a breathless “Yes. Please.”

Another kiss.

“I’m glad. I’ve never done this… like this, before.”

As you pull back to catch your collective breaths, you see her face again. Wanting, just as much as you want her. You see the feeling in her eyes. You see the new curves created by her current form. You see her breasts, still shapely beneath her fur. She’s changed tonight, but she’s still the same.

You both plunge back into each other’s lips. Knowing how you feel now, her tongue enters your mouth, lapping at you hungrily. Her tongue still tastes the same, but it feels different. Rougher, longer. The feeling of her exploring your mouth in a new way makes you want even more.

You both continue. You can feel your erection growing, pushing against your underwear. Before you reach down to remove them, you begin to feel another heat growing down near your lower stomach as you continue to devour each other.

You pull back mutually, needing to find air in places other than each other’s lungs. You feel the heat below grow closer, until it touches you. Raia gasps.

“Oh, god.”

Looking down, you see her erection throbbing against your stomach. You suddenly remember an article you’d read about the unique genitalia of certain wild dogs.

“Is that-” 

“Yeah.”

Her pseudo-penis pulses, still growing in thickness as Raia grows more and more aroused by the feeling of her against you. She does not pull herself back. 

The sight of her fullness drives your mind to places you didn’t know it had. You feel each pulse of her heart in its foot-long extension. It resembles yours, but is coated with the same slippery feeling as the inside of the mouth you’d just been exploring, and is redder, slicker, fleshier. You want to know how it feels, and how the slickness you feel against your skin tastes.

Distracted, you don’t notice her moving her now wide-open mouth to your shoulder until you feel droplets of saliva on it.

“Raia?” you ask, wondering if she’s still okay.

Her mouth slowly begins to close.

“Wait, are you-”

Too stunned to move, you feel her teeth pierce your skin enough to draw blood. She seems to not notice your reaction.

“Raia!” you shout.

Her eyes open again and she rips her head back. You see her expression, horrified, teeth now redder than white.

“Oh god oh god oh god what happened? I was on total autopilot, did I…?”

She notices the bite.

“Oh no, honey, no, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay” you reassure her, not sure what to make of the situation at hand. No safeword. Not yet. You trust her.

“Here.” She says, determined to fix what she’s just done.

She leans in again, and tenderly starts to lick at the punctures. The sense of safety you felt before comes back, and you allow her to tend to you.

After the bleeding has mostly stopped, she pulls back again and asks, “Is that better? God, I feel terrible about this.”

You mean it when you say “It’s okay, really.” You trust her not to do it again.

You both sit in awkward silence.

“Do you want to keep going?” You ask, still feeling aroused from before.

“I do, but… what if I do that again? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t think you will. It’s in the back of your head now, you know it can happen. Your brain’ll poke you if the urge comes back.”

She smiles, still unsure, but happy with the reassurance.

“Okay.”

She pauses again, and looks at her still-visible erection.

“I’ve never seen myself like this before. Not in this form.” she says.

“I think it’s hot.” “Furry.”

“Oh, come on!”

She embraces you again, forcing an end to your conversation with another deep kiss. She pulls her tongue out of your throat and begins to lick at your neck, tenderly, but without relent. You feel the smooth fuzz of her arms around your back.

You think this feels a lot better than simply being kissed.

You feel her pressing into your lower body again. You quickly remove your underwear to allow the pressure in them to release.

Hers is larger than yours, but you’re both just as hard.

“Touch me. Please. I want to feel it.” She pleads, in between continues kisses.

You gingerly slide an open hand down her shaft. It glides easily, and she lets out a groan as she feels you stroke her full length. You tease her, up and down, with your open hand and splayed fingers, feeling her responses all the way.

“Oh my god.” She breathes, as she moves her hand down to service you in kind. You feel her pads and claws glide over your shaft, shuddering as she reaches the tip and pulls her hand back down. The wetness sticking to the fur on her hands creates a unique feeling against your stomach as you sit, facing each other, both focused only on the pleasure the other is feeling.

You moan, kiss and stroke, altering your movements to keep her satisfied. She does the same for you. As you pull away from another prolonged kiss to catch your breath, you return to her breast this time, licking eagerly.

“Oh! Ohhh…” You hear, as you continue. One of her legs is twitching.

“I’m close.” She pants rapidly. “I’m really - I’m - hhh!” Her breath catches as you feel her whole body shudder with pleasure, her hips bucking her shaft against your hand and stomach as you feel her come. Transparent and sticky, it falls down from your chest, to your stomach, to your crotch.

Raia keeps her embrace tight as she tries to recover from her orgasm. She rests her length on your stomach. It reaches from your pelvis to nearly your sternum. You realize you love this feeling, comforting you in the glow of her as she presses herself into you.

“You want more, right?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“Well, how about…” she teases, as she repositions her mouth over your still-full erection. Her tongue lolls out again, barely connecting with the tip. You twitch at its touch.

Parting her teeth carefully so as not to hurt your most sensitive area, you feel her lengthened mouth wrap around you completely. Her tongue wraps around your shaft and strokes you as she sucks, creating a most wonderful combination of feelings you never expected to feel. You moan greedily as you feel her tongue slide over your head, tasting your precum as you leak into her mouth.

“Soon.”  You manage to say between breaths. Raia speeds up, curling her tongue around your head and moving it quickly.

It’s too much. You pulse in her mouth, coating it in your juices. Your orgasm is long, and she does not stop her tongue or her lips or her mouth. You shudder as she pulls everything out of you, and hearing her messily swallow your load only makes you want more.

Finally, she releases you from her mouth. You fall back, still shuddering. Raia looks at you and licks her lips, giving you another toothy smile.

“You taste really good.” “I think I… I want to know what you taste like too.”

Her ears perk up. 

“Oh really?”

She leans back, opening her hips to accommodate you.

“Come on, then.”

You oblige, your tongue teasing her tip as you lean down toward her.

“It’s not like yours, it’s not sensitive at the tip. It’s the- the whole thing.” She says, wanting you to understand how to make her feel.

You begin to run your tongue up and down her shaft, tasting her and feeling her wetness mix in your mouth. After some more strokes like this, you stop briefly, listening again to her heavy panting.

You position your mouth over the tip again, fully open.

Apprehensively, you lower your waiting mouth over her. She gasps as you envelop her as deeply as you can, and you feel her throbbing, pulsing faster inside your mouth. Each beat of her heart fills you up more.

You put both hands around her base as you continue, letting her feel you over her entire length. All she can do is breathe between moans, and barely so. 

“I’m- again- “

You feel her release into your mouth as you suck. The same sticky, salty emission as before. Unprepared, you cough, releasing her, and sending her ejaculation all over her fur as she continues outside of your mouth. A fountain spurts until it has nothing left to release. Embarrassed, you turn away, allowing her to recover. Her hand covers her eyes, and she continues to breathe her ragged breaths of pleasure.

“Was that good?” you ask.

“Yes.” She says between breaths. “Please do that again sometime.”

“You want to do this again?”

“Yes. Oh, yes. This is really nice.”

“Me too.”

As you both take in the afterglow, you lock eyes and smile.

Yeah. This was really nice.

“Want some help washing up?” You ask, seeing how much she’s been covered.

“That’d be nice too.” She says.

In the bathroom of a small apartment, the two of you clean off after an eventful night. One of you uses an entire bottle of shampoo.

Both of you are glad you tried something new.

END

[lewdaudio]

Monster Lover's March Day 1

I've never written smut before and I happened to find @monluvmarch right before today ended, so let's see how this goes! My first time posting on tumblr and it's a way-too-long smut post, feels about right for me.

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You tried to summon a demonic entity of pure knowledge, but you fucked up. Whoops.

M human reader x F demon

CW: Non/Extremely dubious consent, implied mind control, very nsfw, size difference

Story below:

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Scratch, scratch, scratch.

The smell of incense hangs heavy in the air as you complete the rune, a mixture of rare subterranean plants and charred remains. You want so badly to ventilate the room, but you can’t. Not until you’re done.

Taking a step back to inspect your work, you place your charcoal on a nearby desk.

The runic circle you’ve just inscribed takes up the entire back wall of your cabin. Criss-crossed lines and circle patterns connect complicated demon-tongue phrases, meticulously translated for the past few months using a series of books you’ve stolen (and returned, of course) from the back rooms of a nearby library.

There's only one final step.

You pick up a dagger from the table and heat the tip over one of the candles casting a soft light in the haze of the room. You prick the tip of your finger, enough that blood trickles freely from the wound, then step forward and raise your hand to the empty space in the center of the circle.

As your finger connects with the wall, you pause, then take a deep breath.

Wincing as your finger moves across the wooden surface, you draw the final rune: Obeisance.

The suffocating incense seems to hang motionless in the air as you wait for a response, anything, from the circle. A second passes. A minute passes. You think you must have done something wrong. A missed symbol, perhaps? Bad alignment of the shapes?

As you pull your hand back from the wall, you feel as if your body weighs three times as much as before. Eyes darting back and forth between the lines and symbols, you notice crackles of pink energy dancing between and within them, drawing a perfect circular outline.

This is it.

The smell of the air changes. From your carefully-crafted incense to smoke, ash, brimstone, iron, blood, rot, all in rapid succession before the incense fills your nostrils again. Was this supposed to happen? Is this right?

You are blinded by a flash of pink light. You stumble back, cover your eyes, and try to swat the afterimage away to no avail. You hear a thud.

It worked.

As the harshness of the flash begins to fade from your vision, you notice the darkness of the room. All but one of the candles has gone out, the last remaining with a dancing pink flame. A shadow you don’t recognize dances on the wall, but you can’t see where it’s coming from.

You look to the circle, now permanently burned into the wall. You look to the candle. You look to the window - still closed, still intact.

“Over here, dumbass.” A spritely, feminine voice comes from the table. You whip your head around.

A diminutive figure, no more than a foot tall, sits cross-legged on your table. The silhouette of wings and a tail show you immediately that you have indeed successfully summoned a demon - one you do not recognize. You can barely see her through the haze in the air.

You fumble your hand over the dagger, tip still wet with your blood, and raise it at the creature.

She looks at you, bored. Her face turns up into a smirk, then she starts to laugh. You stand, frozen, dagger at the ready, entirely unsure of what you’ve just brought into your cabin.

“Oh, no, you - you really have no idea, do you?”

Between bouts of laughter, the creature points to the circle you’d spent the past months creating so carefully.

“You misspelled half the runes and a bunch of the connecting lines are just…”

She squints.

“HAhahaha! You were trying to summon a demon of knowledge, weren’t you? Purveyor of Truth, Being of the Dark, at least you got those right. The rest, though, really, I don’t know what kind of books you were referencing but they must have been frauds. Yikes.”

You step forward, dagger pointing toward the creature. You begin to say something, but the words catch in your throat. 

“Oh, come on. Don’t you want to know what kind of knowledge I hold?” She says, emphasizing knowledge harshly. Salt in the wound.

You, the demon, and the air all stand very still for an uncomfortable moment.

Her eyes flash purple, and so does your vision. Wrenched open by something you can’t see, your hand opens and drops the dagger. The demon smiles viciously as she stands up.

“Just kidding. No choice.”

You try to cry out, but your voice doesn’t obey your brain. You try to move, but you’re completely frozen by her gaze.

“Sloppy work like that could never summon a keeper of universal truths. The truths that *I* see are more… base”

Unable to act, you watch her hop up from the table and float over to you, level with your head. As she approaches, her nearly-human shape is made clear by the parting smoke. Her skin is a dull scarlet, flecked by ashen scales in patches throughout her body and on her face. Wings, as wide as she is tall, expand from the base of her back - almost completely still, despite her hovering fixed in the air. Her dagger-tail whips around playfully as she looks at you.

She wears nothing to cover herself. Your eyes wander to her chest, its relative size emphasized by her hovering pose and gravity, before you quickly look away in embarrassment.

She chuckles again, the sound grating on your ears the more you hear it.

“You humans make no sense, really. A whole society built on repressing your most inherent urge. That’s far more embarrassing than being naked. Speaking of…”

With a snap of her fingers, your cloak is alight with the same pink flame as the candle. You panic, but still unable to move, all you can do is breathe heavily and stare, horrified, at the creature before you. Certain of your death, you close your eyes.

Your body grows colder. You open your eyes and realize that your body is unharmed - but your clothes are gone, turned to ash by the demon’s flame. Your eyes snap back to the demon.

“My lords of hell, you’re dense. You summoned a keeper of *sexual* truths.”

She floats closer to you, aligning her mouth with your ear and her thigh with your nose. As you try to control your breathing, you notice a sweet smell emanating from her in harsh contrast to the rest of the room. A combination of flowers you don’t recognize and melted sugar.

“A succubus.” She whispers.

She pulls her head back and continues.

“And, from what I can see, you are in dire need of that kind of knowledge. So many books on so many things, but no… experience.”

She wrings a wry smile from her mouth.

“Let me help you with that.”

Noticing that your gaze has not broken nor have you blinked for a long time, she sighs.

“Okay, look, I can see why you’re scared. Can’t move, demon, all that. I’m sure you’ve also read in your… studies, that succubi feed off the life energy of those they have sex with, killing them. That’s also true, but only partially.”

She gives you a pitiful look as she goes on.

“Your stupid little church has been very good at keeping the “kills you” part in there. Lords forbid that anyone enjoy themselves for a night or two. Fuckers.” She speaks of the church with intense disdain.

“Bottom line, no, I won’t kill you. You’re gonna feel *super* weak for a few days... maybe weeks, then you’ll be back to it.”

Finally finding the courage to speak as the demon exposits, you ask her why.

“What? Why am I telling you all this? Well, one, I hate your church. It sucks. You must know they’re hiding stuff from you if you resorted to summoning a *demon* to learn from. 

Also, it’s no fun if you’re scared the whole time. At least get *something* out of your fuckup. Come on.”

She snaps her fingers. You stumble forward and fall to the ground, back under your own control.

“But don’t even *think* about leaving. Paralysis is still on the table.” She flashes you another venomous smile, and begins to float toward your bedroom.

“Now. To bed.” She commands, and you follow accordingly. You would rather go through this under control of your movements.

As you follow her into the room, her sweet smell grows rapidly stronger. Still smiling, she says “I think you’ll find sex with a demon better than you could have possibly imagined it to be. And I *know* you’ve imagined it. Can’t hide those parts of you from me.”

“Lay down.”

Whether due to her magic, the smell now overwhelming you, or your own desires, you find yourself unable to resist doing what she says. As you lay on the bed, she floats down and sits on your stomach, cross-legged. You feel wetness where she sits.

She stares at you. You feel blood rushing down to your lower half. She chuckles coyly and stands up, leaving a sticky string connecting her nethers to where she was previously sitting.

“Mmmm… that’s what I wanted to see.” She breathes, as she steps around your now painfully-erect member.

“I love it.”

You are totally unprepared for the feeling of her small hands touching you, slowly and gracefully, moving up and down your shaft with practiced, flowing motions. The sensation is indescribable. Each new movement causes a new twitch, a new tiny convulsion.

She continues, her touch remaining light, her gaze fixated on your manhood. 

“Don’t worry about your… endurance. You won’t be able to cum until I feel it’s the right time”

If that wasn’t the case, you would have already finished.

You let out a moan as she keeps her hands moving. Up and down, at just the right rhythm so that you respond to each change in motion. Her hands touch you with the precision of an expert craftsperson working on their masterpiece.

You have no idea how much time passes as she does this. You can focus only on the feelings in your lower half, and, as you continue to watch her work, the beauty of the creature currently enthralling you. Her erect nipples occasionally brush you as her hands move, making you gasp every time. Her wetness has grown, flowing slowly down into a puddle at her feet.

Noting your gaze, she gingerly steps back from your shaft. You whimper as the sensations you were feeling dull. You want more.

“Shhhhh… soon.”

She steps back up onto your stomach, now walking up your chest to meet your gaze. Her footsteps are slick with her juices. Everywhere she steps, you feel a new heat embed itself into you.

“Do you understand now? This is the knowledge I offer. One your church couldn't even begin to understand.”

She gently cups one of her breasts while she slides another hand down the middle of her waist, wetting it with the fluids that constantly flow from her. She lets out a small moan as she touches herself.

“This will make it better.”

She reaches her sex-covered hand up to your mouth and touches it to your lips.

“Lick it.”

You do so. Immediately, you feel the warmth from where she stepped spread throughout your body. Not the warmth of a fire, but the warmth of lust. You are barely in control of yourself. Your penis, already the hardest you’ve ever felt it, begins to strain against the confines of its own skin. Your breathing is ragged, and your cock twitches.

You feel no need to resist her anymore. She knows what is best for you in this moment.

With another delightful smirk, she walks back down to your swollen, aching member. Wordlessly, she begins to touch it again - but this time faster, more firmly. Her eyes show nothing but lustful determination.

You moan again as she continues.

She lets out a giggle, then plants a kiss on your shaft. It twitches harder than it has all night, and you feel precum start to flow out from the tip.

“Ohohoho…”

An obsessive, breathy laugh emanates from her as she notices that you, like her, are dripping wet.

“Finally.”

She continues her work, now licking and kissing you as she continues her hand motions. Your precum quickly starts to flow faster, and she intercepts it as it beads down your shaft. She licks it up lovingly, as if it was the best meal she’d ever had. Once the amount becomes too much for her small mouth, she simply allows it to flow over her, showering in it. Your juices mix with hers as she, slick with both, uses her whole body to stimulate you. 

Up and down, her hands, breasts, and tongue move from your base to your tip. You twitch every time she passes over your head, and she hungrily laps from the now-constant flow of fluids coming from it. You hear her gulp and slurp as she does, then she continues back down, only to repeat this again, and again, and again.

The pleasure is overwhelming, and you can think of nothing else but finishing.

“Are you ready, big boy?”

You nod and groan, unable to form any other response.

“Then do it. Cum. Give me what I need.”

You obey.

The orgasm rocks your entire body, making your hips shudder as you send shots of semen into the hot air. As you pump out your load, she continues stroking you, milking out more cum than you thought was possible for a human to store in them. After nearly a minute, the feeling finally begins to subside, and you try to catch what’s left of your breath as you calm down.

You look again to the one who did this to you. She is delighting in what you’ve produced, drinking from the pools of cum on your stomach as one would drink from an oasis after a trek in the dunes. You watch, enraptured, as she walks to another pool rubs your cum on her skin, all over, and then begins to shovel it into her lower lips.

She moans. “Ahhmm,,..... That’ll last me a good while. Oh, first times are always delicious.” She looks to you and winks.

You collapse, looking at the ceiling, unable to muster any strength. She was right about that part.

You catch your breath over the next minute, evening your breathing as you feel your erection subside. The succubus, unseen, continues her joyful intake of your fluids.

When she’s done, she steps over to you, standing over you as you look up. 

“You didn’t think we’d be done when *you* were done, did you?”

Seeing your worry and confusion, she continues. “You don’t need to move anything but your tongue for this.”

She positions herself over your panting mouth, her juices still flowing down into it. You feel the warmth growing again.

“Lick it.” She says, not giving you a choice as she lowers herself onto you.

You lick, trying to repay her for what you’ve just experienced. She gasps and moans as you do, her pelvis twitching with each movement of your tongue. You feel her red skin, her scaled patches, and her wetness.

She tastes incredible. 

You feel the heat inside you become a furnace as she reaches her climax, stimulating herself with her hand as you use your tongue, shouting as she, too, lets the pleasure overwhelm her.

As the heat starts to subside, she lays down on your chest, still breathing heavily. You muster the willpower to raise your head and look at her again. She’s still staring at you.

“Well, scholar, how was the lesson?”

You open your mouth, but she shushes you with a small finger.

“Don’t say anything.”

She begins to stand up again, wringing some of you out of her hair.

“Well, you’ve given me what I need. This will last me months. Good work.”

She turns away from you, her tail flitting from the small of her back.

She hops up and floats higher, still in view. 

“Have fun recovering. I’ll be back for lesson two.”

In another flash of purple, she disappears, leaving only a lingering sweet scent and your ruined bedsheets as a reminder of her passage. You try to move, but achieve only a small twitch of your finger.

Shit.

In the other room, the candle still burns pink.

End.