A Succubus for Saint Patrick's Day and other tales

by M. E. Hydra

  No matter, it would be gone soon.

  Nicole didn’t wait for his answer. Her nostrils dilated as if she could sniff out the truth herself.

  “Oh no,” she said. “You are.”

  Her face went even paler.

  “Look, this changes everything.”

  Joe hauled Nicole back to her feet. She struggled against him, but was in an awkward position—scrunched up on the floor at the foot of her massive bed.

  “You don’t understand,” she continued to protest.

  Joe batted her flailing arms away and pinned her up against the side of the bed.

  “You don’t know what I am.”

  Joe put his knife to her throat and she ceased struggling.

  “Do you want me to cut you?” he said. “Because I will if you keep fucking with me.”

  Nicole stood motionless. Not seeing her eyes meant Joe didn’t know what she was thinking. Again he thought about taking her shades off. Again he couldn’t quite summon up the guts to face her accusatory stare.

  “Okay,” Nicole said. “But not like this.”

  “How?” Joe asked.

  “I’m experienced. I’m experienced with the inexperienced. Let me use that experience. The sex will be better for you.”

  Joe eyed her suspiciously.

  “Okay,” he said. He took the knife away from her throat. “But if you fuck me around I will cut you.”

  The corner of Nicole’s lips turned up in a sultry little smirk.

  “If you’d let me, I’d fuck you around until that condom of yours is full to bursting.”

  Her full lips bunched up in an alluring pout. She ran a moist tongue around them.

  Joe’s Adam’s apple bobbed. His cock twitched.

  Nicole gave him a gentle prod back towards the armchair.

  “Why don’t you sit back and let me show you why my clientele value me so highly,” she said.

  Joe settled back in the chair. Nicole struck a sexy pose in front of him. She reached behind her, unhooked her bra and the flimsy black lingerie fluttered down to the floor.

  Fuck, now that was a nice pair of titties, Joe thought. Big. Round. Fine. They looked so creamy smooth in the dim light. They were probably as fake as fuck, but who gave a fuck when they looked as fine as this. The only things that marred their otherwise perfection were the spidery tattoos that covered even these intimate parts of her body. The ink on her left boob formed a swirl like an old-fashioned hypnotic disc.

  “Like what you see?” Nicole asked.

  “Yo fine, gal.” Joe nodded.

  Nicole’s panties went down next. Her pussy was neatly shaved and the neat folds of her labia formed pearly smooth lips.

  Joe felt the heat bubble up around his neck. His heart thudded in his chest like the percussion to a rapid dubstep track. This was it. Really it.

  Nicole climbed up on the chair. Her black hair hung down on either side of her face like curtains as she looked down at him. Her hands rubbed across his chest.

  This was awesome.

  “Sit back and let me take care of everything,” Nicole said in a voice as smooth as chocolate silk.

  This should be awesome.

  And yet somehow it wasn’t.

  Joe couldn’t enjoy it. That was so wrong. He’d dreamt of a moment like this—with a girl like this—all his life. And he. Couldn’t. Fucking. Enjoy it.

  This was fake. He wasn’t a gangsta—either a real one or celeb play-acting as one. She was not his ho.

  It wasn’t even fake fake. He hadn’t paid for this fantasy. He was just some little shit with a kitchen knife. She was his rape-victim-to-be. And when she was as willing and keen as this he had to assume she was up to something. Something that would fuck him up.

  He couldn’t sit back, relax and let her do her thing, as much as he wanted to do. He had to be careful. He couldn’t cede control.

  He couldn’t let her go on top.

  He shoved her off him and stood up out of the chair. “Don’ feel right,” he said.

  And it ripped him up inside. Wasn’t he supposed to be enjoying this?

  “What’s the matter, babe?” Nicole rubbed her naked body against him like a skank in heat. “Let me take this burden from you.”

  Lies! It was all a trick to get him to lower his guard so she could fuck him up.

  “We do it my way,” he said.

  The usual way.

  He ignored her hands slithering over his body and shoved her up against the side of the bed.

  “No, no, no! You don’t understand,” Nicole protested.

  Joe turned her around and bent her over the bed.

  “It’s dangerous for you! I’m dangerous for you!”

  “Shut up!”

  Joe used his weight to pin her lower body against the side of the bed. He leant over her, grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her face down into the mattress.

  “I’m not what you think. You’ll trigger my fee—”

  Nicole’s protestations were smothered in the bedspread.

  Fuck, this didn’t feel right either, Joe thought.

  He held her down and nudged her thighs apart with his knee.

  Too late now. He’d gone this far. He had to see it through all the way. He had to do this. He wouldn’t properly be a man until he’d spunked a load up inside a woman’s pussy. He had to get this out of the way before he could move on with his life.

  He held her neck down with his left hand. He left the knife on the mattress and used his right hand to grip the peachy flesh of her ass.

  Be quick, he thought. Get it in, squirt it out and then get out. Move on.

  His cock found the entrance to her pussy. He pushed and felt his manhood slide up inside her.

  And it was like floating up to a higher plane. The warmth of her pussy—the tightness—was all around his cock. It felt as fine as the rest of her looked.

  Joe took his hand off her neck. He didn’t want to accidentally suffocate her while he was fucking her. And she’d stopped squirming anyway. The fight seemed to have gone out of her the moment he’d entered her.

  He felt a pang of guilt at that.

  He put both hands on the supple globes of her ass and powered back and forth. It felt so good feeling his hard cock slide back and forth inside her tight pussy.

  Was she getting into it too?

  If felt like her pussy was contracting rhythmically around him in time to his own thrusts. Each squeeze sent a warm pulse of pleasure sliding down his shaft to settle in his balls.

  No, that had to be his head fucking with him. Trying to trick his conscience into thinking she liked it so he wouldn’t feel so bad about this shitty fucking thing he was doing to another human being just to shut up the crazed hormonal voices screaming in his head.

  Nicole started to rock back against him to meet his thrusts. The soft globes of her buttocks pressed against him. He thought he heard a little sigh of pleasure from her. This wasn’t trickery. She was making those sounds, moving against him like this, even squeezing him with her pussy because she liked it.

  That had to be wrong. It was fucked up.

  Nicole’s pussy contracted around him strong enough to suck him deeper into her warm fleshy interior. The force took him by surprise and tugged him off balance. He thought he might have come as well—a surprised little squirt. Not that it was stopping anything if he had. Nicole arched her back like a cat and rocked back into him. Her perfectly formed buttocks slapping against him triggered some kind of deep-seated primitive response.

  He lost it. It was like someone had replaced the blood running through his brain with hot steam.

  He’d never intended to be rough with her. He’d swear that on his mother’s grave. He’d wanted it to be fast. In, squirt, out, gone, and those fucking V-plates left behind in his dust. But there was something in the way she moved against him, the way her vagina squeezed him. It let a wild thing out of a cage inside him and it wouldn’t go back.

  His fingers dug into the
soft flesh of her ass. He pounded her pussy so hard he must have looked like one of those roided-up monsters in porn films. He pounded her so hard drops of perspiration flew from his forehead and hair. Pounded her so hard he could feel the tightness in his straining lungs.

  And she was loving it.

  That was the most fucked up part.

  She was loving it.

  He was raping her. She was a victim. How much abuse did someone have to go through to be normalised to it to the point that it turned them on?

  Joe knew what he was. It was just as they’d all said it was. He was an uncontrollable animal. An abuser. To her he was nothing more than the next in line of a whole long train of fucking abusers. And this train would never end. It was fucking endless, this train. It stretched out from the dawn of the human race to its eventual extinction. Every carriage was filled with misery and their suffering was the fuel that kept that endless train chugging through the longest, blackest tunnels of the human psyche.

  She was what she was. He was what he was. That’s how it was and it was never going to change.

  Joe’s thoughts went hazy. Somewhere it changed from a man bending a defenceless woman over the side of the bed and raping her to a man and a woman having wild, high-octane sex in the centre of the bed. Somehow, Joe couldn’t remember when, Nicole had turned around so she was lying on her back and facing him while he jackhammered his cock back and forth in her pussy.

  Sometime, Joe couldn’t remember when either, Nicole’s big black shades had come loose. There were no accusatory stares in his direction. On his first glimpse of them he wasn’t even sure she had eyes at all. The orbs were so black they looked like wells leading down to the blackest pits of hell.

  That wasn’t enough to stop him. He had to keep pounding that sweet pussy. Had to feel that soft flesh rubbing against him. Had to feel it squeeze him. His buttocks kept jackhammering away even as his lungs burned from the exertion.

  And then he was on his back and she was on top of him. Dimly, Joe felt something was wrong with this situation. Wasn’t he supposed to be raping her? Then how come she was on top of him?

  And how had her eyes ended up that black?

  “You stupid, idiotic... boy,” Nicole said, her voice a raspy gasp.

  She brought her ass down on Joe’s erection with a fleshy thud. His cock disappeared up inside the moist folds of her sex. She was tight. Tight enough to peel his condom off as she rose up off him.

  “I tried to warn you.”

  Her pussy spat the condom out as if it was a discarded piece of chewing gum.

  Joe saw it land on the mattress. His cum oozed out of the wrinkled blob and a panicky voice went off in the back of his head.

  Your semen. Your DNA. The feds’ll be able to identify you.

  Then he looked up and realised he had much bigger problems.

  Were those horns sticking up through her black hair?

  “I’m a succubus,” she said. “We eat men and virgins are the finest delicacy of all to us.”

  She dropped her waist back down and swallowed up his cock in one smooth motion. There was no barrier now and Joe gasped in pleasure as he felt the juicy meat of her sex directly against the sensitive skin of his engorged cock. She thrust her big breasts out and rode him with enough force to cause the bed to sway and shudder beneath them.

  Joe lost himself in the pleasure. A sweaty stew of sex enveloped him. He was screwing a hot chick on a big soft bed. Or rather, she was screwing him. He didn’t have to do anything, just lie back and watch while the gorgeous pale-skinned girl with black hair and tattoos rose up and down on him. The luscious walls of her pussy stroked up and down his shaft. She plunged down on him harder. His cock was drawn deeper up inside her. The swollen head came up against some kind of obstruction—a fleshy sphincter—and then he was through into a luscious passage filled with hot creams and oils. Intense sexual pleasure crackled across his nerve endings. Greedy flesh wrapped around the tip of his cock and squeezed. Nicole gave a breathy sigh of ecstasy. Her pussy tugged and Joe’s orgasm came loose. His toes curled, his hips bucked and his whole body shivered as he emptied his balls into her in the most satisfying ejaculation he’d ever experienced.

  Oh yes, that was so fine. Fine beyond fine.

  Nicole caressed his cheek with one hand. The other stroked through the wispy hairs on his chest. Her black nails looked longer and sharper than he remembered.

  “It’s killing you,” she said.

  Killing him? Joe struggled to latch onto her words. His thoughts were buried in a fog of sexual bliss. How could he be dying? He felt awesome. He was a sexual tyrannosaurus.

  Nicole’s flexible body moved on top of him in slow, sensual waves. Her hot pussy, overflowing with juices, undulated up and down his shaft like a living thing. Joe had come already, but that wasn’t enough. His body wanted more. His balls bubbled up again and he sighed as another orgasm flooded out of him.

  “My vagina is sucking up all your life,” Nicole said. Her sad face formed a contrast to the sexy gyrations of the rest of her body.

  Black tears were running down her cheeks. Her black tattoos were weeping as well. Black ink ran down her smooth skin in little dribbles. She squirmed in pain and temporarily lost her rhythm. It was as if the tattoos were barbed wire digging into her flesh and the dribbles of black ink her blood.

  It was only a temporary cessation. She bore down on Joe with an animalistic cry of lust. The plump lips of her sex fluffed up around the base of his cock and sealed him in place. Inside her pussy muscular flesh gripped his cock and started to pump with ever-strengthening pulses. Joe writhed helplessly beneath her as another orgasm washed over him. He was coming in floods now and her pussy absorbed it all like a sponge.

  Nicole tipped her head back and let out a mewling cry of pleasure. Great black bat wings erupted from her back and extended.

  That was enough to shock Joe out of the pleasurable enchantment the succubus had tangled in him. A fucking devil was straddling him.

  His first instinct was to rear up and throw her off him. His body wouldn’t move. It was like it had grown too heavy. He no longer had the strength to move it. Nicole—or rather the devil Nicole had become—continued to writhe on top of him in orgiastic abandon. Her pussy was more than just a sponge soaking up his semen; it was soaking up his energy—life—as well.

  “Stop,” he croaked. He realised what was happening. “You’re taking too much.”

  Her pussy continued to pump out his semen—life—with soft, insistent pulses. With each ejaculation he felt more of his strength ebb away. If she didn’t stop soon he’d be just as dead as if she’d stuck fangs in his throat and drained his blood like a vampire.

  “Please. Don’t take it all,” he begged.

  “Too late,” Nicole said.

  Her hips gyrated slowly on top of him, letting her sex taste every millimetre of his cock. She clutched and squeezed the plump mounds of her breasts.

  “You triggered my feeding instinct.”

  She had black predator’s eyes. Currently they were weeping tears of black oil.

  “I can’t stop.”

  A look of euphoric fulfilment passed across her face as the contractions of her vagina triggered a monstrous gush of semen—and energy—from Joe’s cock. The burst of ecstasy nearly ripped Joe’s mind away.

  The succubus bent her body over him and wrapped her black wings around him like a shroud. Her soft lips brushed against his cheek.

  “I never wanted this,” she whispered in his ear.

  Neither did he.

  Didn’t fucking matter though. She was what she was. He was what he was. That’s how it was. His dumb luck the first girl he tried to rape was a monster.

  Maybe it wasn’t dumb luck. Maybe it was all part of a grand scheme—the universe deciding to flush him like the turd he was. There was no loss here. He was just another animal, like they all said he was. He deserved this. The world was better off without him.

  At least it
was a pleasant way to dispose of him. The succubus’s hot lips found his and drew the last of his breath away as he spiralled down into perfumed oblivion.

  * * * *

  ...and was woken by a wet tongue licking his face.

  A dog. Right in his face. Joe gently pushed it aside and sat up to take stock of his surroundings.

  He felt awful, like he’d just woken up after the mother of all benders. His arms felt as fragile as matchsticks. He was half sitting on, half lying in a pile of soggy cardboard and plastic bags. He lifted his head and saw walls looming close on either side of him. He was in a back alley, sprawled in a nest of rubbish.

  Seemed appropriate.

  He was not dead. This surprised him. The last he remembered was the devil wrapping her wings around him and sucking out his energy.

  She was here.

  A chill ran through Joe as he saw a shadow on the far wall and looked up to see her standing on the roof far above him. He knew she was watching him even though he could see nothing more than a black silhouette with a full moon behind it.

  At first he feared she was there to make sure he was dead and would come swooping down on him at any moment to finish him off for sure. When this didn’t happen he realised it had to be something else.

  Why had she spared him? Had she seen something within him worth saving?

  A swish of her wings and she was gone—vanished into the night sky.

  No, it wasn’t about him. It had been about her—her instincts and her will to challenge them. She’d won. She’d spared him, not that he’d deserved it. She’d proved to herself she didn’t have to be what she was.

  She, a devil.

  Joe heard the yips of a night animal. It hadn’t been a dog licking his face earlier but a fox. He saw it standing at the end of the alley. The animal’s fur was snowy-white in colour and it looked almost ghostly beneath the silvery light of the full moon.

  Joe tilted his head to look at the albino fox. The fox tilted its head back. It looked out at the road beyond the alley and then back at Joe as if wanting him to follow.

  If a devil could fight her own instincts and win then so too could he. He knew what he was, but he also knew it didn’t have to be what he’d be tomorrow.