The Hard Way (Box Set)

by Stephanie Burke

  “You smell so good,” it persisted, pulling off of one nipple and siding over to the other while his fingers teased the abandoned one, never letting up on the continuous stream of pleasure. “You smell so hot and hungry… but still of that male. This will not do.”

  Its hands tightened around her waist, lifting her to a firm mossy bank. She threw her arms back to support herself as she was properly seated, her legs spread apart by the long lithe body above hers.

  “Pretty little pussy,” it whispered as its thumbs pressed into her swollen labia, forcing the hood of her clit back and exposing it to the warm air from the hot springs. “Almost ready to be eaten,” it promised.

  Ash whimpered, her vision going hazy as this thing manipulated her body, as it teased more hunger, more juices from her pussy.

  “So pink and pretty,” it praised, pulling back so one finger ran over the lips, teasing the opening. It leaned down, covering her inner thighs with the wet silk of its hair as it inhaled deeply, its cock with all its piercings rising to nearly touch its navel. “Smells of man.”

  It ripped a handful of blossoms from some of the flowers that lined the mossy bank and crushed them in its hands, releasing a rich, heady perfume that calmed her senses as it added to the excitement in her body. It mixed in a handful of water, then spread her legs further.

  “This will feel good.” It stared her straight in the eyes and licked its lips. “I promise…”

  Before Ash could move away, the creature pressed the heated water and flower mixture against her pussy.

  “God!” she screamed as the stuff heated even more upon contact with her skin. She wiggled and arched her back, her arms giving way and leaving her lying prone in the moss and flowers. “Oh, God!”

  “Tingles,” the creature agreed, sliding one finger carefully into her vagina, whimpering itself as it felt the hot, tight grip of her internal muscles clenching at it. “Especially on the inside.”

  It finger-fucked her slowly, adding more fingers as the fire in her blood roared. Ash pumped her hips, fucking herself as it fucked her, demanding more as her teeth clenched and her eyes slammed shut.

  God, she wanted to be fucked. She wanted that thing to push down on its pierced dick and ram it as hard as it could into her. She was hungry, panting for it, and she knew it had more to offer.

  “Please!” she gasped, her heels digging into the moss as she pressed against her lover. She needed to feel its heat, to feel caressed and dominated by it. She was on fire, and she wanted the burn to grow.

  Her hands tangled in its hair, whimpering as the slick texture of the tresses slid through her fingers, stimulating her pads and palms. She fisted that hair and tugged.

  “Give me more, damn it!” Her legs lifted to tighten around its body, her heels pressing against a rapidly waving tail.

  It leaned down to whisper in her ear. “When you are all nice and clean.”

  It rubbed her in circles, its fingers regularly toying with her clit, pressing down on it and sending shafts of pure pleasure through her sex. Then it used both hands to spread her wide and bent low to sniff again.

  “Flowers and perfection,” it breathed, pulling back long enough to cup a handful of warm water in its hands and pour it over her throbbing cunt. It lowered its head and ran its tongue along the clear trails, blowing cool air across her clit.

  “Yes!” Ash managed, her head whipping from side to side. The creature pushed her further up on the bank, crushing the fragrant slick flowers beneath her weight, as it pushed its face deeper into her pussy.

  Ash raised one hand to her mouth as it began to eat her out, its tongue lashing at her wet labia, its fingers squeezing and caressing her ass, one bold finger sliding into her heat. She sucked on her finger, wanting something thick and meaty in her mouth, wanting to feel filled from all sides.

  “So good, so good,” it purred, pulling its face, shiny wet with her juices, up from between her legs to smile at the hunger plainly written on her body. It licked its lips slowly. “You are so good, but you need more, yes?”

  “Yes!” Ash fairly shrieked as she opened her eyes to stare at the dark sexual bull god that hovered over her. She didn’t care if it had a tail, she didn’t care if it had hooves. All she could see was a dangerous beauty that hungered for her, and a body equipped to give her what she’d only dreamed of in her darkest fantasies.

  “You need to be full, don’t you?” it whispered, running a hand wet with her own essence up to her breasts to pluck at her nipples. “You want to be stuffed.”

  “Yes,” Ash managed, placing a hand on top of his, making him tug at her nipples harder. “Fill me!”

  Suddenly it swung around, rising above her on all fours. He spread her legs further and used his thumbs to part her labia. He exposed her clit, swollen and throbbing, and purred in delight.

  Ash looked up and saw thick male flesh studded with gold. She reached out to caress it, feeling the softness of the skin, the heat of the flesh, the overall hardness. It fascinated her, this uncircumcised dick with all its metal ornamentation… but she had no idea about how to… well… go about it.

  Even as pleasure in her lower half made her want to scream and arch in ecstasy, the oddness of it gave her a pause. She didn’t want to hurt him… but…

  “What is the hold up, pretty-pretty?” he breathed against her pussy, swirling a finger through her wetness to slide it slowly inside. “Pleasure best is pleasure shared.”

  “I don’t… Doesn’t that hurt?”

  “Not as much as blue balls… and itchy eyes.”

  “But… but will it hurt you?”

  “Not if you don’t hurry.”

  “But… What do I do?”

  “Suck me off, bitch!”

  “What?”

  “You put my dick in your mouth and suck! Use a lot of spit, a lot of tongue, and cover your teeth with your lips. You bite me, I bite you back.”

  Ash rolled her eyes, but really, she always wanted to know what it felt like to suck on a piece of meat that had been so adorned. She felt her need increase. It was her dark fantasy to be with someone wild enough… someone masochistic enough to pierce his own flesh.

  Closing her eyes, she gripped the thick length in her right hand as she allowed her tongue to lave the studs that ran along the back of his cock.

  “Good girl,” it purred, dropping its head again and suckling gently at her clit. “Keep going…”

  Even the dark, erotic words of command and praise were fulfilling to some part of her soul. She eagerly opened her mouth and sucked down the pierced head.

  “Yes…” It was his turn to purr as he settled himself more comfortably, slowly pushing more of his shaft in to her mouth. “Real good, pretty-pretty-pretty.”

  Yes, it was, Ash thought as she ran her tongue along the hoop that pierced the head beneath the foreskin. She suckled deeply, shuddered as a rich sweet flavor burst on her tongue. This wasn’t bad at all.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, vibrating the metal in his dick, making him buck in pleasure. She wanted to taste more of that sweetness, so her free hand went to his balls, to gently squeeze and tug at them.

  “That’s it,” he pulled away long enough to whisper. “Just like that.” Then he was suckling and licking, pushing three fingers inside her, massaging her trembling walls.

  “Mmm.” Ash sucked harder, her tongue now actively playing with the hard bits of metal, which warmed at her touch. They felt so much harder than the rock solid flesh she was pulling on, and the idea made her suckle harder.

  She covered her teeth with her lips, inhaled deeply and pulled his cock deep into her throat. There were some positive things about being a vampire -- no need to breathe and a lack of a gag reflex.

  She pulled and swallowed and moaned as she sucked his metal-speckled flesh down her throat. Her hands went to his ass to pull him forward, sliding as his skin grew wet with sweat. She reached out and felt his little tail moving overtime, and tugged at it, causing him to writhe in her gr
asp and to fuck her with his fingers a bit harder. Her hands roamed his ass, pinching at the hard flesh and slipping under its tail to caress its hole. But her slick fingers slid past the hole and to a completely new opening.

  Oh, my God, she thought. It has a cunt!

  But instead of repulsing her, for some strange reason the idea appealed to her. She grinned around the base of his cock and sank three fingers deep inside.

  “Woo!” it shrieked, bucking in her grasp, before shuddering and moaning, its own juices pouring over her fingers and down its balls. “Again!” it cried out, bucking in her grasp.

  It was almost too much for her. Then it slid a finger deep into her ass. That was a move she hadn’t been expecting, and it sent her senses reeling higher.

  She pumped her fingers inside of it, pushing them harder and harder, fucking it as it was fucking her. Her mind began to swirl and she opened her mouth, freeing its cock to slide deep within her throat as it wished.

  This was the fullness she craved -- the sensation of being stuffed so full that there wasn’t another inch of room for anything but pleasure. She bucked as it sucked hard on her clit, the finger in her ass wiggling, those in her pussy pounding her. She felt her muscles tighten and the passion swirl into a binding knot that grew tighter and tighter with each of their combined movements.

  Then suddenly she froze, her hips arching up high. The knot snapped and her orgasm flowed through her, tearing screams from her throat as her pussy clenched down on its fingers.

  “Oh, sweet heaven,” it bellowed, feeling her cry of release vibrate around its cock.

  But Ash was lost, tossing in the throes of release. It gentled its caresses, softening its touch as it helped her ride out the release.

  As soon as Ash gained control of her body once more, she slumped to the slick moss and crushed flowers, but only for a moment. She felt the creature carefully slide its fingers from her pussy and her ass and ease off licking at her cunt. Then, before it could move further, she arched her back and slammed her finger deep into its ass, laughing as it screamed in shock, feeling for its prostate. She found several bumps in a ring. Grinning, she began to manipulate them, rubbing them with her knuckles and stimulating the area around them.

  It gasped, then began to thrust powerfully into her throat. The fingers in its pussy became drenched with this new heat. She suckled harder, tasting more of its sweet essence, and it writhed and cried out on top of her.

  Suddenly it, too, froze, and she felt the muscles in its pussy and its ass clench around her fingers. She pulled back enough so that the head of its cock filled her mouth a second before she was flooded with the sweet taste of its release. Eagerly she swallowed it down, relishing the rich flavor, grinning as its inner muscles, both anal and vaginal, tried to snap her fingers off.

  “Good,” it moaned, slumping on top of her a moment before shifting to its side. “So very good.”

  Ash smiled as she finished suckling its release down, then carefully withdrew her fingers from its body.

  “Perfection,” it breathed, and Ash agreed… until reality cleared her head.

  What have you done? her mind screamed at her, and the haze of lust left her. You really fucked up this time!

  Chapter Three

  “Oh, God, I fucked a goat!”

  “Well, there goes the afterglow.”

  Ash whimpered, staring in disbelief at the he/she/it… goat thing that, until recently, had been nursing her clit and fingering her ass.

  “And technically, we didn’t fuck. Not yet, anyway, pretty-pretty-pretty.”

  “What -- what are you?” she managed, shivering as much from damp skin as from her body dropping down from the orgasmic high.

  “I, pretty-pretty-pretty, am a Sincubus.”

  “A what?” she asked calmly, even though her mind was running in a million different directions. “A what?”

  “Sincubus.”

  “What is a -- a Sincubus?” Her hands went to the creature’s long hair that spilled over her body.

  “Ah, I am special,” he smirked. “A very rare beast indeed.”

  “Rare.” She shuddered, feeling the pull of desire building low in her stomach again. Why couldn’t she stop longing to touch it?

  She gave in to the need to feel the silk of its hair between her fingers. She grabbed a tendril and stroked it against her stomach, closing her eyes and shuddering in pleasure before she again gave her concentration to the beast above her. “Sincubus.”

  “I am a bastard…”

  “No doubt about that,” she agreed, remembering the chase and the toss into the hot springs. Funny, but in retrospect those things were rather exciting, a fantasy chase by an exotic lover.

  Lover? What was she thinking! Goat girl/boy had scared the crap out of her and she’d actually spread her legs for him/her… it. What was wrong with her?

  “As I was saying --” It rolled its eyes at her, before giving one of her still peaked nipples a pinch. “-- I am a bastard love child of two forbidden species, a Succubus and an Incubus.”

  “So… you are a demon.” Ash sighed, shaking her head. Trust her to wander through a hotel room and find a slinking sex demon.

  “I am the child of lust, the forbidden child, a --”

  “A pain in the ass.”

  “That, too,” it snickered, “but above all else, I am a Sincubus. Because Mom and Dad were not made to mate with each other, pretty-pretty-pretty, I am a forbidden child. Succubae and Incubi are only to mate with approved human counterparts. My parents’ love was forbidden, as was producing me.”

  “So… you are a freak of some kind?”

  “I --” It rose up to its knees, anger growing in its dark eyes --”am not a freak. I am both succubus and incubus. I am both male and female, yet neither. I can feed off of anyone I choose, no matter the sex, either through orgasmic release or with a nice wine sauce and fresh jungle fruits.”

  It gnashed its razor sharp teeth as its black eyes bored into Ash’s, making her heart race with both desire and fear.

  “Which do you prefer, pretty-pretty-pretty? Either way, I dine well tonight.”

  “Do I have a choice?” Ash asked, calmly staring up at the creature that loomed over her.

  “No.”

  “What happened? Mama never hugged you much?” Ash silently awaited this reaction. She needed to know how far she could push this creature before her skin… and her meat… became its next meal.

  “Mama was Papa half the time,” it chuckled. “And then Papa became Mama when needed. Really, Incubi and Succubi are not supposed to mingle. No real seed to speak of.” He sighed, settling back and retracting his teeth.

  Ash relaxed a bit, amazed that it was willing to talk. “Then how…”

  “Oh, Mama stole some seed from some human and implanted it into Papa. Papa carried me, whelped me, and they took turns nursing me, hiding me from the elders.”

  “Elders?”

  “All races have some sort of society, vampire. Oh, yeah, I forgot. You lot are a bunch of bastard-like freaks too.”

  “Um, I resent that,” Ash snorted. “We are a created race.”

  “Yeah, well, all races are created from something. Maybe you should just get together and create a government of your own. Goodness knows you need some guidance. With your running around willy-nilly and biting people all the time, it’s a wonder no one has started a vampire hunt in recent years.”

  “But not everybody knows we exist.” Who was this creature to lecture her? Oh, yeah, she thought as it flexed its talons and lapped at its fangs with a long red tongue. It was the one in control… for now.

  “Yeah, and there are several thousand legends about my kind, and no one knows that I exist. My few brethren and I seem to be one of the universe’s best-kept secrets. You never hear about tales of the Sincubus.”

  “True,” Ash agreed, “but you are stuck here, same as me.”

  “True.” Its smile became a smirk as it again loomed over Ash. “But then, I do
n’t want to leave.”

  * * *

  Not want to leave?

  Ash thought about the creature’s words as it cackled and rose to its feet. The golden armbands that encircled its biceps glistened as the sun that permeated the room began to set.

  Sun?

  She was… she was sitting in the sun!

  It had been so long since she had seen daylight, and here she didn’t even pay it any attention because she had been either running scared or in the throes of passion. How could she not notice? How could she not notice… how warm it felt on her skin?

  She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the waning sun, relishing the warmth that seemed to come with the slowly sinking golden orb.

  “Oh, it’s not real,” the Sincubus interjected, making Ash’s eyes snap open in shock. Then a wave of depression swept over her. The creature -- the Sincubus -- was right. There could be no real sun, or she would have long since died an agonizing death.

  “It’s one of the reasons I don’t want to leave,” it explained, drawing Ash’s attention back to him. “My kind really can’t exist in the daylight, either. We live in shadows and in dreams. It’s kind of hard to make someone sleep in broad daylight. We would quickly starve, pretty-pretty-pretty.”

  “Yeah,” she agreed sadly. But oh, how glorious the sun, even this false sun, felt.

  “There is that, and the fact that this place sends me all the meals I could want.”

  “There is that.” Ash sighed, shaking off her melancholy to get back to the matter at hand -- finding as much information about this creature as she could and using it to get the hell out of this crazy place.

  “Oh, the little vampire needs someone to drink,” it teased, absently running its hands over its full breasts, tugging gently at the gold rings that pierced its chocolate-drop nipples. “Be a good girl, and I’ll let you… have a bite.”

  It laughed as it reached for its discarded robe, draping it around its body but not quite covering its admittedly attractive breasts and its thick, still slightly swollen cock.