When he woke up, he was seated in a tastefully appointed livingroom, which was dropped down about ten inches from the kitchen behind him and the entrance hallway to his right. A throbbing headache greeted him, but he pushed through it, not knowing how much danger he was in. He immediately glanced to the kitchen, having been the last known location of the mysterious woman. He could see where she had been, and the window through which he had been spotted.

He was not bound in any way, but was having trouble standing. He must have been hit really hard in the back of head, and it would take a moment or two for his equilibrium to return. Over the next few minutes,he did all he could to settle his pounding heart and refocus his vision. Soon, the room stopped spinning and he was able to make out more detail in the room.

You are a very bad boy.”

The voice came from the shadows down the hall. It sounded feminine, but with a command and sultryness he’d not heard before. Turning to face the direction of the voice, he was able to make out a sashaying figure as she made her way up the hall. The din of darkness gradually gave way to the subtle amber glow given off by the assortment of candles on the counter and various other surfaces.

She was, in a word, breathtaking. She wore thigh high socks, black knit fabric giving way to three stripes of white that wrapped around her upper thighs like garters. And the rest of her outfit? Well, there was no rest of her outfit, only patches of runic tattoos that cascaded from her collarbone, merging and narrowing before passing between her breasts. They narrowed to nothingness just shy of her belly button, resuming on the other side and disappearing between her legs.

She stopped pacing towards him when it became obvious that she had his full attention, swaying her hips back and forth with a smirk meant for stopping armed me in their tracks. She was showing off for him, and he took the opportunity to give her another once over.

Her tattoos looked...old. Too old to be on such a youthful body. The ink, as best he could tell in the glow of the candles and fireplace, had faded to what he assumed to be a dark blue, as opposed to the black of fresh ink, the intricate lines cross hatching at random angles, forming thatch roof-like texture with archaic symbols woven in for good measure.

And that’s when he noticed it. The smell that had reached him out on the sidewalk, the intoxicating fumes that had set this entire soiree off to begin with...were coming from her. Not in the “oh, what delightful perfume yo are wearing” sense, but from inside of her. As she waved her hips back and forth, breathin seductively, causing her chest to rise and fall, her scent, a form of pheromones he presumed, wafted across the room. His body had an instant reaction. What had only been a fascinating mystery outside became a lustful compulsion at this closer proximity. She was beautiful, comely and had curves that any man alive would sacrifice body parts to be allowed to touch, but that coupled wit the scent, the motion...he had to have her.

His penis stirred, rising to attention so abruptly that the skin on his circumcised penis stretched painfully. Every part of him wanted every part of her, for as long as she would allow. His mouth began to water, his eyes began to itch, and every spare ounce of blood not required for life support functions was travelling below his waist to reinforce his already uncomfortably taught penis. Unprovoked, he wondered if his dick was so hard that he could punch pilot holes through lumber with it.

He’d never been so turned on. Sensing he was approaching his imit, she bit her lip and took several steps forward, crossing her feet as she walked, accentuating the hourglass shape of her figure.

As she drew within ten feet or so, the glowing name tag appeared above her head again.

SUCCUBUS

LEVEL 37

He barely read the prompt, mentally shoving it away. He would not tolerate distractions at that moment. He could imagine the rough, springy texture of her dark nipples on his tongue. He could feel the soft, yielding skin of her hips and ass. He knew what she was going to taste like. She slowed to a stop a half dozen feet away from him, standing directly between his seated form and the fireplace. The brightness of the flames fought against the shadows of the room, framing her figure in silhouette while wrapping around her body slightly, only hinting at the vision he had seen moments before. He wished the light would try harder to reach her front, his desire for her that complete.

He tried to get up, but he could not, his body having magnetized itself to the chair holding him up. He strained, trying to break free, which delighted the devil in front of him. She laughed softly, twisting slightly at the waist, swaying her shoulders back and forth, casing her breasts to follow the movement after a miniscule time delay.

“I...want you.” He wasn’t sure if he’d ever uttered a more honest sentence in his life.

“I know. And...you can have me.”

She traced a hand down one oblique, her polished black fingernails lightly gliding across her skin.

“All of me. But first, I need to know...what made you look inside? How long have you been spying on me?”

He answered without hesitation, “Just...just tonight. The...scent. I walk by this house every night, and got curious about the smell. Tonight I finally saw movement in the window, and had to look.”

She considered his words for a moment, head tilted. Coming to a decision, she lowered a hand between her legs. Her long, talented fingers went to work, gliding between the hairless folds of flesh and toying within. He could see that by the light of the fire, wherever her fingers touched the inside of her, they came away wet, reflecting the light of the fire like there was an orange-red electricity coming out of her. After a few seconds of play, she stepped forward and gently inserted her fingers into his mouth, slowly working them around, spreading them apart to allow his tongue to glide up between them, taking the slickness on her skin into his mouth.

If the scent had been intoxicating, the taste of her could not be put into words. All of his favorite flavors took their turn, dancing in and out of his perception with perfect choreography, not fumbling a single transition or giving him a chance to recover. What power had he to refuse such a creature? He wasn’t so completely lost to desire to not wonder what would happen once she was done with him, but in that moment, he’d have traded his soul for a single night of her time. She slowly retrieved her fingers, no mean thin as he had taken to sucking on them. Her eyes flashed red, a feeling of intolerable warmth flowing across his body for the briefest of moments, and he let her go. A moment later, her eyes were back to a dark, dusky gray, and the instant of discomfort gone as though it had all been a dream, one interrupted by the tough of her hand beneath his chin, lifting his startled eyes up to meet hers.

Stolen novel; please report.

“Stand up and take your clothes off.”

He found that he could stand, and did as was requested, kicking his shoes and socks off and casting them behind the chair.

She stood there, taking him in. He felt a little judged. Exposed, and had a fleeting thought that threatened to break the spell he was under.

"Where is your friend?"

She laughed. It started out as a snicker, breaking out into a delightfully full laugh, and he smiled at her as she responded.

"Somewhere else. Is that what's really on your mind right now?"

As she spoke, she turned. Slowly, each step causing a cascade of body undulations that moved from her feet, to her knees, her hips, and then her shoulders. He watched her from top to bottom, marvelling at the movement.

"No...no."

He felt the need to repeat himself, if only to firm up his voice.

She bent over at the waist, stretching her back. Her feet were crossed, and the extent of her flexibility was impressive. He glanced at her ass, and he couldn't remember seeing a more perfect thing in his life. His eyes began misting up slightly, and it took a herculean force of will for him to not kneel down and plant his face right into it.

The tattoos on her front were less pronounced on her back, mostly appearing as a one to two inch wide strip down her spine. She snapped back up to her full height, her raven black hair billowing out, and moved back towards him, sliding his cock expertly inside of the gap her thighs and already damp pussy formed. Crossing her legs again, she tightened her grip on him, leaning back to stretch one hand behind his neck for balance as she writhed.

Tentatively, he reached up and around, cupping one of her breasts. Her breath caught slightly in her throat, which encouraged him to roll the taught nub at the center of her nipple between two fingers, causing her to redouble her efforts below.

“Yes...like that. Just like that. ”

He pinched her nipple tighter, feeling a corresponding level of dampness glide along the length of his shaft. She shuddered, the microstutters of her body transmitting to his. He was about to orgasm, and the change in headspace brought him back to the present. Revisiting his surroundings, the facts of it came crashing down in his mind like portulluses sealing chambers in the hold of a sinking ship.

He had his arms wrapped around a succubus, his cock gliding rhymically against her pussy. A presumably evil demon, who would do...whatever she wanted to him after she was done with him. Did he expect her to just let him go? Where were the other men? Did she plan to kill him if he tried to leave? Would she kill him anyway? The questions came faster and faster, and he suddenly realized just how much danger he was in. It was the fear, not the nirvana of her body and the near physical allure of her scent, that ultimately caused him to place his hands on her hips and gently push her off of him.

She turned, her expression confused. Clearly, this encounter was not going the way she expected. Realizing that he probably did more to speed his potential demise than prevent it by stopping her, he quickly raised his hands.

Her eyes, already slightly overwhelmed with lust, took on a cold, probationary lilt, moving quickly from his left hand, across to his right. Both were raised high still. Her gaze moved down to his penis, which was similarly inclined to his hands, before slowly raising back to his face. The entire circuit took only a moment, but at the end of it, her eyes began to glow slightly red, which he took as an indication that he had mere moments to explain himself.

“Sorry! I just had a question to ask you before we...uhh...continue.”

She tilted her head and sighed. He quickly moved on, understanding that her patience was finite.

“What are you going to do to me after we finish? Are you going to kill me? Where are the other guys? If you’re going to let me live, am I going to be a prisoner here?”

She paused, listening to all of his questions, head tilted in concentration.

Then she burst out laughing.

“Kill you? You clearly don’t know much about my kind, No, I’m not going to kill you, unless you ever speak of what we do here to anyone else.”

His shoulders fell as he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“And the others are in various rooms in this house, awaiting me after we...finish. Once you have no more to give, you are free to go. If you keep my secrets like a good boy, you will be invited back to play again during the next full moon. DO you think you can handle that?”

He swallowed. He was having a hard time coming up with anything to complain about with the arrangement.

“That...I can work with that.”

The glow left her eyes, and the seductive smirk returned.

“Great. Now, how about you get over here and cum in my mouth?”

He chuckled, the unexpected forwardness of her comment causing his shoulders to bounce up and down as he laughed, which caused the head of his still erect penis to bounce up and down. Which caused her eyes to bounce up and down.

He took a step forward, and she met him halfway, dropping to her knees and wrapping one hand around the base of his shaft. Her grip was strong, almost too strong, and he felt the urge to withdraw rise in his mind briefly before she wrapped her already moistened lips around the head of his cock. Her lips began to contract and expand, drawing him closer and deeper into her mouth with each expansion.

Not wanting to bother himself with the details of how she now had his entire length down her throat, he closed his eyes, leaning back to enjoy the greatest blowjob of his life. Her lips, the inside of her mouth, even her throat, pulsed rhythmically along the entire length of him, and in almost no time at all he was brought to a spasming release. She pulled him back out until only the head of his penis was in her mouth, and wrapped both hands around his shaft with that same vice like grip. The suction on his dick increased as he came, reaching an almost painful level just before the last drops of semen left his system.

He leaned forward, weakened in a way that he hadn’t felt since his last bought with the flu caused him to spend a weekend in bed, but managed to maintain his balance. An aching from his balls rose into his stomach. Not quite the excruciating level of having been kicked there, but something akin to a mild bout of testicular torsion.

His eyes began to feel heavy, and a darkness crept in around the corners of his eyes. Through the ever narrowing tunnel at the center of his vision, he could see the Succubus, licking her lips with a tongue that should not have entirely fit into her mouth. She caught his collapsing body with a strength that was not natural for such a small frame, and she lowered him to a sofa that he hadn’t noticed earlier. Her voice came to him through a fog of waning consciousness.

“You did well. The first time is always the hardest. Sleep. When you wake up and leave in the morning, make sure you lock the door behind you. I’d arrange for one of the others to drive you home, but I understand you live within walking distance.”

He smirked at the joke, not having the strength for anything more expressive, before sleep took him.