by M. E. Hydra
She pushed back her lower lip and let it rub behind a very long and sharp looking incisor.
They did have fangs, Phil thought. An icy current of fear flowed through his veins. He wasn’t sure he wanted his cock anywhere near her mouth.
She kneeled down in front of him and gently gripped the base of his cock. She gave the tip of his erect member a lick with her long tongue, scooping up a little dribble of pre-cum.
“Please don’t bite me,” Phil pleaded.
He couldn’t back away; the other succubus had her arms around him and was holding him in place.
“You’ll change your mind on that,” Rosa whispered in his ear. He felt two light pinpricks resting on his shoulder.
“Ready, baby warlock?” Verdé smiled at him. “Here I come.”
Phil wasn’t ready. There was no way he could ever be ready for this. She wrapped her hot lips around his cock and swallowed him right down until he felt the warm tissues of the back of her throat grip the end. Then she sucked in her cheeks and began to bob her head up and down.
Oh fuck, that was incredible, Phil thought. Her lips felt so soft as they brushed down the length of his cock. Inside her mouth, her tongue wrapped and twined around his cock like a snake.
The sensation was so overwhelming Phil thought he was going to come straight away, but she didn’t fellate him for long before releasing his cock from the hot prison of her mouth.
“That should be hard enough,” she smiled.
She gripped his cock again and brought it back to her lips, but this time she didn’t swallow it. Instead she only opened her mouth a little, enough to show a single slender fang.
Oh fuck, she was going to bite him, Phil thought.
She didn’t. Instead she slowly inserted her fang into his japseye, careful not to break his skin. It was an odd sensation as the fang entered his urethra. She squirted a warm liquid through the fang and Phil felt it run down the inside of his cock, spreading fizzing bliss in its wake.
“Succubus venom,” Rosa whispered in his ear. “It will keep you hard all night and make sure your balls never run out of cum. It will also drive your senses into ecstasy.”
Phil didn’t hear her. A warm oil was gently sliding down the inside of his cock and fireworks were exploding in his brain.
Verdé took his twitching cock back in her mouth and began to vigorously bob her head back and forth. She stared up at Phil with bright green eyes as her soft lips kissed up and down his member.
The sensation was too much. Her venom reached the base of his cock and soaked into his balls, sending livid red firecrackers sizzling up his nerves. He shut his eyes as he felt the muscles in his calves and buttocks tighten like overwound springs.
“I think he’s about to pop,” Rosa said.
Oh fuck, he was going to explode.
Verdé swallowed him deep into the back of her throat. Then she bit into the base of his cock with her fangs. At the same time Rosa sank her fangs into his shoulder.
Phil didn’t feel any pain. He didn’t even feel their fangs enter his body. All he felt was the warmth spreading through him as their venom entered his bloodstream. His eyes rolled up and he grunted involuntarily as a monstrous orgasm crashed through his body like a cyclone. His hips jerked forward as his cock spurted deep into the back of her throat.
She moved with him and greedily drank down his sperm with muscular movements of her throat. The orgasm went on and on as her pointed tongue tickled the underside of his throbbing cock.
She sucked harder, gripping his cock with her lips. Phil’s cock kept spurting and he felt like he was emptying his entire body down her gulping throat.
The succubus suddenly pulled her head away, snapping the energy conduit between them.
“Oh, I nearly got carried away there, baby warlock,” she said, licking her lips.
Phil fell back. His legs felt like they were made out of rubber bands. He would have fallen had the red-haired succubus not supported him. Their venom ran through his veins like fizzing champagne.
“Whatever happened to taking it slow,” Rosa said. “He’s half empty already. He won’t make it past missionary at this rate.”
“How much venom did you put in him anyway?” Verdé retorted. “If I fuck him like this the only pop will be his brain coming out of his ears.”
Phil was shaking in the other succubus’s arms. His cock was so hard it hurt. A fire was ablaze in his body. The flames warmed rather than burned, but consumed him nonetheless.
“We need to let him release outside our bodies,” Verdé said.
The two succubi exchanged sly smiles.
“Titty wank!” they laughed together.
Verdé stayed on her knees and crawled up his body until her chest was level with his crotch. He gasped as his hard cock was squashed between the soft pillows of her breasts. Verdé cupped her breasts in her hands and began to move them up and down. Behind him Rosa pushed her body against his, forcing him to thrust into the lush valley of Verdé’s cleavage.
Phil closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt her soft breast flesh smother and move against his cock. He fell back and let Rosa support his weight. Her own soft breasts squashed against his back.
A cool slippery liquid flooded around his cock. Phil opened his eyes in surprise. Strands of glistening fluid led from Verdé’s nipples to his cock.
“You didn’t think our breasts contained milk, did you?” Rosa whispered in his ear.
Verdé smiled and buried his cock in the lubricated channel of her cleavage. She made little noises of pleasure as she rubbed her upper body up and down against him. The lubricating oil coated Phil’s cock in a tingling sheath.
Another massive orgasm was rising within him. He could feel it start, twitching, in his toes and rise inexorably up his legs as his cock glided effortlessly between her two soft pillows.
“I think he’s going to pop,” Rosa said.
“Ugh,” Phil grunted. The orgasm burst from him and he watched his cock spurt a thick rope of semen up between her breasts. It spattered her chin and fell back across her chest in sticky strands.
“Told you.”
“Yum, tasty,” Verdé said, standing up and licking sperm off her chin. “What shall we do next, baby warlock…ooo.”
Verdé’s eyes popped wide in surprise. Her cheeks flushed in arousal.
“You let me lick that tasty virgin cum off your breasts,” Rosa said.
“Ooo,” Verdé answered. Her eyes closed in pleasure. She stepped back and Phil saw Rosa’s tail had crawled up between Verdé’s thighs and was pumping back and forth within her. Wet juices were already dripping down the tail and the inside of Verdé’s tanned thighs.
“Have a rest and enjoy the show,” Rosa smiled. She transferred Phil’s weight to the bed behind her and he fell down like a raggedy doll with cut strings. His knees felt like they’d been replaced with two cups of jelly. He lay on his side on the bed, unable to gain any control over his quivering legs.
Still working her tail up and down Rosa pulled Verdé to her and began to lick Phil’s semen off her breasts, letting her long red tongue playfully linger around each nipple. Rosa’s eyes closed in ecstatic bliss at the taste of Phil’s ejaculate.
“You sneaky slut!” Verdé said, her own tail whipping around behind the red-haired succubus.
“Not the ass! Not the ass! Ooo…”
Both succubi fell to the floor in a confusing tangle of flesh, bat wings and thrusting tails. The musky odour of their sex filled the air.
On the bed Phil was still trying to recover from the after-effects of the two orgasms and the succubus venom fizzing through his veins. The weakness he felt was a result of the energy Verdé had drained from him and it would only get worse if he let them take him to another orgasm.
This was his best opportunity to escape, he realised, while the two succubi were occupied with each other.
Come on legs, work dammit, Phil thought. He tried to will them to lift him off the bed and walk to
wards the door. Instead they only twitched spasmodically.
Looked like he had to do this the hard way then.
He rolled off the bed and began to crawl towards the door.
Behind him the air was filled with a musky tang as the succubi continued to pleasure each other.
“Hey, no magic. That’s chea…ooooo…”
Come on, Phil thought, gripping the rough stone floor and pulling himself towards the door. Not far now. Come on.
He knew he hadn’t done much with his life so far. He knew he’d been an underachiever, content enough to let the flow of life carry him along like a piece of flotsam and jetsam. He knew he’d let himself follow in the slipstream of other people, too content to let them make his decisions for him.
When Wargsnouts had approached him, told him he was blessed with the spark to be one of the select cabal that hid within the shadows of humanity, he’d gone because anything had been better than flipping burgers.
“Aaa…”
“Ooo…”
The succubi moaned, lost in the throes of mutual ecstasy as they pleasured each other.
Come on, Phil thought.
So what if he hadn’t done anything with his life so far. It didn’t mean he’d never do anything with his life. At some point he’d figure out what to do with it.
He wanted that future.
Come on, dammit!
“Hey, our dinner is getting away.”
103: EXECUTION II
No. No. No.
Phil heard a rattling of leathery wings. A shadow passed over him. Verdé touched down on her hands and knees between him and the door. She was the same level as him, her smiling faces just inches from his own.
No.
“Going somewhere, baby warlock?” she smiled, showing two sharp little fangs. “Don’t you like us?”
“I want to live,” Phil Rowling replied.
“Oh baby warlock,” Verdé said, lifting him up and giving him a hug. “Everybody dies. Most of the time it’s really painful and slow and lingering, but with us it will be glorious. You’ll see. There’s nothing to fear.”
She laid him face down back on the bed. Phil was still struggling to bring all his muscles under control. His nerves twitched and misfired like badly insulated power cables, all a result of their venom coursing through his veins.
“If you really don’t want to die you know you can always dismiss us,” Rosa said with a throaty chuckle.
“Don’t be so cruel,” Verdé said, provoking a yelp from Rosa as she slapped her ass. “You know our baby warlock doesn’t know how.”
Yeah, they really should have thought this through more, Phil thought. Jake was an idiot for paying any attention to that weasel The Scrote and he was even more of an idiot for going along with the plan.
“You’re far too stressed out at the moment.” Verdé said. “We need to get you nice and relaxed so you can fully enjoy this.”
She put two hands lightly on Phil’s shoulders.
“Now you lie back and relax while Verdé and Rosa give you a sexy massage.” Verdé straddled Phil’s back and lay down on him. “With plenty of breast and pussy,” she whispered in Phil’s ear.
Verdé’s hands gently kneaded his back and shoulders. He felt the wetness of her pussy as she teasingly humped the small of his back. Meanwhile, Rosa sat aside his right thigh and began to rub her hands up and down his calf muscles.
Phil felt the soft pressure of Verdé’s breasts on either side of his spine and then a wet feeling as they squirted oil onto his skin. She began to slide her breasts along the lubricated surface of his back. Rosa bent his leg up and began to slide his foot and ankle through the soft valley of her cleavage.
It was just like one of those Asian pornos, Phil thought as the two succubi slipped and slid across his body.
And it was going to end like a Japanese horror.
Verdé switched direction and slid down his spine on her pussy. Rosa slid up his other leg. The musk of their juices pervaded his senses, stoking the fire building in his balls.
He knew what they were doing to him and how he’d end up, but his body steadfastly refused to get the message. It was hard to think of the horror, of Jake’s dried up corpse, when Verdé and Rosa were rubbing their pussy and breasts all over his body. A massive erection lay between him and the bed and his body basked in a warm glow as the two succubi kneaded and massaged his muscles.
They gave his body a thorough going over with their hands, breasts and asses until all of his muscles felt like warm jelly. His limbs felt boneless. He was completely relaxed and didn’t resist as they turned him over onto his back. Between the massage and the after-effects of their venom Phil wasn’t sure he could move even if he wanted to.
Verdé smiled as she straddled his chest. She lifted her dripping wet pussy up off his body and teasingly shook her ass as she slowly moved backwards towards his flapping cock. All the time her eyes stared intently into his.
It was very erotic, but the effect was rather spoiled when she bumped into Rosa’s outstretched arm. Surprised, Verdé looked around, her eyes flashing with annoyance.
“You wouldn’t be thinking of taking his virginity without letting me have a little suck first?” Rosa said, her expression all sweetness and light.
Verdé’s eyes narrowed. “So long as it’s only a little suck. I told you I want to savour this one.”
“Just a little suck, I promise,” Rosa smiled innocently. “Why don’t you sit on his face to get warmed up? I know how much you like that.”
Verdé looked back at Phil, a wicked smile on her lips.
“You’d better take a deep breath, baby warlock,” Rosa said. “She gets a little carried away when she grinds her pussy on top of faces.”
“Wait…” Phil started.
He didn’t get a chance to finish as the world suddenly went dark and moist as Verdé sat on his face and smothered his nose and mouth with her ass. Verdé laughed and squirmed on his head, mashing his nose between her ass cheeks. Her pungent pussy juices dripped into his nose and mouth. They tasted sweet on his tongue, but had the same kick as hot chillies.
Phil couldn’t breathe. Her soft ass smothered his face completely. Just when he thought he might pass out she lifted up off him and he was able to take a deep, gasping breath to replenish the exhausted oxygen in his lungs.
Verdé’s prehensile tail wound around his neck like a noose.
“If you want to take another breath then I’d better feel your tongue in my pussy,” Verdé said, looking down on him.
“But…”
Again Phil didn’t get a chance to finish before moist darkness closed around his face. Her tail tightened around his throat, gentle but insistent.
I don’t know what to do, he thought.
He stuck his tongue up, feeling the point push against and then between the slick lips of her pussy. He wagged it around in a vague imitation of what he’d seen in various porno films and hoped it was good enough. His lungs were starting to hurt again and her tail was constricting painfully against his windpipe.
Was it like this?
He thrust his tongue in and out of her moist pussy like a sword.
It seemed to be working. Verdé was trembling above him.
He carried on thrusting, licking back and forth inside her warm vaginal folds. Verdé trembled even more and moaned. She loosened her tail around his throat and lifted up her body so he could take a breath.
“That’s it, baby warlock,” she sighed.
She pushed her hips against his face, gently grinding her pussy against his nose and mouth. Phil flicked his tongue back and forth, tasting her spicy sweetness.
“Oh yes, baby warlock,” she sighed.
As he lapped the sweet nectar of Verdé’s pussy Phil felt a weight on his legs and hot breath against his cock. A soft hand grabbed his member and he felt two full lips kiss the tip. Rosa was about to take her suck.
As with Verdé, knowing it was coming was no proper preparation for
when it came.
Firstly, Phil felt a light tickling sensation as the pointed tip of her tongue flicked against the tip of his cock. Then the tongue struck, throwing muscular coils around his cock like a python catching its prey. Her tongue was fantastically long. It went on and on as she threw coil after moist coil around his trapped member. She drew his cock into the hot cavern of her mouth and he forgot everything he was doing as her tongue began to gently squeeze.
Phil’s back and legs grew taut as her tongue gripped and constricted his cock. It pulsed, firing little bursts of pleasure up Phil’s spinal cord. The heat of her mouth enveloped his cock as her tongue twisted around and squeezed it. She gave it a gentle tug, pulling his cock deeper into the suction of her mouth.