Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (113 page)

Nicole
gave a little shrug and her clothes fell off her body and formed a neat pile at
her feet. The body beneath was voluptuous and perfectly formed. Her skin was
pale like milk, but covered all over in a complicated series of black whorls,
lines and incomprehensible symbols, as if a mad sorcerer had made her body his
parchment.

She
was not human. A small pair of black horns sprouted from her forehead. A black
tail, pointed like a demon’s, swished behind her legs. A pair of wings, black
and leathery like a bat’s, were partially folded behind her.

She
was not human and yet she still surpassed even the most erotic of his
night-time imaginings. She stood there, the full glory of her nakedness
revealed to him. He couldn’t move. He was paralyzed by her beauty. His eyes
were transfixed on the lovely curves of her firm breasts. They sank down to the
hairless cleft between her legs, a cleft already moist with the little dewdrops
of her arousal.

His
intellect took in her horns, wings, tail and those eyes, those empty black
eyes, and screamed at him to run. But his intellect was no longer in command. A
more primal force had taken control of his body.

Nicole,
the demon, smiled at him and stepped towards him with lithe grace. Her hips
swayed seductively and her slender black tail bobbed behind her as she approached
him. With each step her hold on him grew stronger. His blood pounded through
his temples with the same exotic beat as jungle drums. Her scent preceded her,
enfolding him like a burial shroud.

She
stopped in front of him and her hands roamed freely over his paralyzed form,
each caress sending warm blooms of pleasure through his body.

“I’m
sorry to have to hold you with such a crude glamour,” she said, placing her
hands on his buttocks and rubbing her groin against his. “My true form is
always too much for my first time clients and I know your constitution is not
strong.”

She
embraced him. Her head rested against his breast, her ear next to his
stuttering heart. Beneath her sweet perfume he detected another odor, a faint
but acrid tang, like flesh long burnt tinged with traces of sulphur. His heart,
never strong, kicked and stuttered as the battle between his fear and arousal
threatened to tear it apart.

“Shh,”
Nicole whispered. “Be quiet. You are under my control now and I wish you to
feel only pleasure.”

Terry’s
galloping heart slowed first to a canter and then to a sedate trot. The tension
in his limbs drained away to be replaced with a blissful languor. Her warmth
enfolded him like a tight fitting mitten.

“Good,
that’s better,” Nicole said, smiling up at him. “Now we can have some real
fun.”

She
took him by the hand and he meekly followed as she led him into the bedroom and
sat him down on the side of the bed. She took off his jacket and began to
unbutton his shirt. Terry couldn’t resist, or even move, but he could still
speak.

“What
are you?” he asked.

“I’m
a demon, a succubus,” Nicole replied. She kissed him lightly on each nipple,
her lips moist and warm. “I feed off men’s life force when I fuck them. Suck it
all out until there’s nothing left.”

“You
picked a poor meal in me,” Terry said. “There’s barely any left in this body.”

She
lifted up his legs and swung him round until he lay in the centre of the bed.
She unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his underwear. Terry’s cock,
already erect, sprang to attention in the night air.

She
climbed on top of him and straddled his naked body. Terry was transfixed by her
boobs as they hung above him. The white globes were criss-crossed with crisp
black lines and elaborate symbols. A swirling whorl decorated her left breast,
the spiral line terminating at her delicate pink nipple.

“Are
you going to kill me?” he asked.

“Maybe,”
Nicole replied.

“I’m
not afraid,” Terry said. “Death has been part of my life ever since the day I
was born.”

“You
should be,” Nicole said. “I can take more than your life.”

She
reached back and gripped his penis with a black-clawed hand. She lightly pumped
her hand up and down and his cock responded by becoming harder and even more
engorged with blood. She lowered her hips and guided his cock to the plush
opening to her vulva. He felt the steamy heat of her sex spill over him.

“Is
this your first time?” Nicole asked. The tip of her prehensile tail tickled his
inner thigh.

“Yes,”
Terry said.

His
tongue felt swollen and puffy, too big for his mouth. His throat felt dry,
choked with both eager anticipation and lurking apprehension. Was this a dream
or a nightmare?

“I’ll
try to prolong it for as long as I can, but don’t feel bad if you come too
soon,” she said, her face tender.

She
lowered her body down on him. The head of his cock pushed up against the soft
folds of her labia, then the lips parted and his cock was sliding slowly into
her moist orifice. Her heat enveloped him and spilled through his body,
igniting fires in his blood. He slid deeper inside her, the cushioned walls of
her vulva pushing snugly against his shaft.

Terry
released a deep breath.

“Mmm,”
Nicole sighed. “That feels good doesn’t it.”

She
slowly wiggled her body, letting the silken folds of her sex slide around, all
around, his cock as she maneuvered him into an even snugger fit. Her
flesh—warm, wet and very soft—pressed all around his manhood, as if
she was slowly stewing his cock in the juices of her lust.

Terry
exhaled again, somewhere between a groan and a sigh.

“Let’s
take this nice and slow,” Nicole murmured.

She
braced her hands on either side of his chest as she lowered herself down on all
fours. She began to pump her hips slowly up and down. Her pink nipples brushed
against his chest as her breasts swayed back and forth. Electric shudders ran
through Terry’s body as his cock slid in and out of her tight, exquisitely
lubricated sheath. He looked up at her face and it was perfectly composed, a
total contrast to the chaos of emotions raging through his body.

His
breath came out in stuttering gasps. Too much. Too much.

Above
him her face was perfectly calm. Perfect beauty. Aloof, outside of time.

She
slowed down, her body rising and falling above him in long slow strokes, each
down stroke sucking his cock deep into the tight fit of her pussy. The pleasure
from the friction trickled down his shaft in warm waves, pulsing through his
body and settling in his balls, causing them to boil and bubble up like the
contents of a cauldron.

Too
much. He couldn’t hold on.

He
could feel his semen rising inside him, rising like mercury in a thermometer on
the way to exploding out of the top.

Nicole
stopped. She sat up, rocking gently on top of him, letting Terry recover
slightly, letting the level in his internal thermometer drop slightly.

She
didn’t let it fall back entirely. A flex of her flat stomach and Terry
shuddered as he felt the warm walls of her pussy tighten around the head of his
cock and squeeze. His arousal surged back upwards, again not reaching the top
before starting to fall back. Before it fell back to the original level
Nicole’s pussy squeezed again, taking him higher than the last peak, but again
not high enough to reach that final release.

She
continued that game for what seemed like a teasing eternity, each muscular pulse
of her sex pushing him higher, but maddeningly short of the eruption he craved.
He writhed beneath her, his arms pushing and gripping the sheets of the bed.
She sat astride him, poised and in control as her pussy continued to tease him
with rhythmic little squeezes.

Nicole
put cool hands on either side of Terry’s head and stared intently into his
eyes.

“I
think I’ve teased you enough,” she said. Her hips rose and thrust back down in
one smooth motion.

Terry
erupted inside her. His body contorted as his cock pulsed hot cum into her
hotter pussy. Her vagina went wild around him. The soft walls wrapped around
his cock and began to suck like a mouth. He groaned as he ejaculated a full
load of his seed into her fleshy grip and felt more already surging up his shaft.

Oh
fuck. He knew now what she meant by sucking it all out of a man. Immediately
after releasing a second pulse of semen he felt a third, larger, load erupting
from his balls. Nicole’s vagina squeezed tightly around his cock. Bands of
muscle worked up and down his shaft, coaxing yet more cum from his throbbing
manhood.

He
obliged. He couldn’t do anything else.

Elation
flooded through him as her moist orifice suckled on his cock and sucked down
every drop of seed he pumped into her. Still the flow didn’t end. The
contractions in his balls grew stronger and wilder as she encouraged them to
empty every morsel of his being into the warm embrace of her sex.

Terry’s
breath wheezed in his throat. Black spots danced across his vision. His heart
labored and stuttered in his chest. She was killing him.

“That’s
enough,” Nicole said softly.

Her
vagina dilated and that irresistible suction was removed from his cock. It gave
a few final spurts before sliding out and lying slackly against his stomach.
Nicole ran a cool hand over his boiling hot brow.

“You
don’t want it, not yet,” she said.

She
got off him and lay next to him on the bed. Her full breasts rested on his side
and her hot breath played around his throat as she nuzzled his neck. She
lightly circled one of his nipples with her fingers.

Terry
lay back while his shattered body determined it wasn’t quite broken into pieces
just yet. His stuttering heart returned to an even rhythm. The wheezing bellows
of his lungs quieted down to the point where he could speak again.

He
was still alive.

“If
you’re a demon, why would you care what I want?” Terry asked.

“What
I am is not what I have to be,” Nicole replied.

Her
hand continued to tickle Terry’s exposed nipple.

“What
do you want?” Terry asked.

Nicole’s
hand went lower, tickling his balls before lightly stroking his cock. She
flashed him a coquettish glance.

“Morning
is still a way off,” she whispered in his ear.

Right
then Terry decided he didn’t care what she really was. She was still the same
girl that had taken him on such a wonderful date. The eyes, wings, horns and
tail took nothing from her appearance. She was still heart-achingly sexy.

Who
was he to judge anyway, what with a head that made him look like a mutant extra
from a post-apocalyptic film?

And
if she killed him, well he was going to be crossing that boundary soon enough
anyway. He might as well go wrapped in Nicole’s warm embrace.

He
was leaning over to put his arms around her, when all the strength suddenly
drained from his body and he fell back on the bed.

No,
not here, he thought, cursing the sudden weakness that had returned to torment
his body. The dance, sex with Nicole; he’d overexerted himself.

This
was worse than just weakness. The room swam and he felt light-headed. A
nauseous feeling churned in his guts. A sickly cough sidled out of his throat
and was followed by others. The force of their expulsion weakened him further
until he didn’t even have the strength to maintain a full-throated coughing
fit. It died out in a series of painful splutters.

“What
a state, eh,” Terry said. “I don’t think I’ll be able to carry on all the way
‘til morning.”

Nicole
sat back astride him, her black wings falling behind her like a cloak of
shadows.

“That
would appear to leave us with a problem, wouldn’t it,” she said. “As a thorough
professional who takes a pride in her work, I couldn’t possibly leave without
my client first being fully satisfied. But how to do so without killing you in
the process.”

She
placed a black-clawed finger on her plush lips and pretended to look
thoughtful. She looked back down at Terry, her lips curled up in a smile.

“Fortunately
I have a solution,” she said.

“Solution?”

“Succubi
are often summoned to attend to the...needs of warlocks. These are men that are
often, to put it kindly, considerably past their prime. We wouldn’t be able to
satisfy their desires without a few...tricks.”

Nicole
tilted her head back and opened her mouth. Her body tensed in concentration and
her chest gave a little spasm. It looked to Terry like she was gargling or maybe
on the verge of regurgitating something. As he watched, little tendrils of
ethereal smoke spilled up over her luscious red lips.

She
leaned back down and clasped the side of Terry’s head in a sudden movement. She
lifted him up off the bed and her black wings snapped round behind him like a
harness. Her lips came down to meet him and crushed against his in a passionate
kiss.

Something
passed from her mouth into his.

Terry
jolted as if galvanized. Sparks of pure energy crackled into his body. He
convulsed in her embrace, his arms and legs twitching as if he’d been wired up
to the mains. Nicole embraced him tightly, keeping her lips pressed against his
as she exhaled more of her breath into his body. Terry’s brain sparked like a
computer dropped in a bucket of water. He felt like arcs of electricity were
crackling from his ears. Still she continued the kiss, holding him in place as
the energy flowed through and settled into every pore of his body.

“What
was that?” Terry asked when she finally released him. He felt like he could
light up electric bulbs just by holding them.

“Stolen
life essence,” Nicole said. “We can lend it out to humans if we want. Very
handy for keeping them going for longer.”

She
lifted up her ass and positioned herself back over his erect and throbbing
penis. Again he felt the warmth inside her spilling out and down his shaft. His
cock twitched in anticipation, wanting again to be enfolded within her soft
flesh.