Chapter 4: Succubus x Neglect play

When I regained consciousness I was uncomfortable. I opened my eyes and discovered I was inside my car. The hand brake dug deep into my side. My face was plastered to the side of the passenger’s seat. There was a pool of drool on my cheek and seat when I raised my head up.

A certain flavour lingered on my tongue. My tongue also felt numb similar to the feeling one had after ejaculation.

I looked around, but there was no evidence anyone else had been in the car with me. Was I losing my mind to the point that I started to see her everywhere in my daily life? What the hell is going on here?

When I focused on the scenery outside the car I realized that I was already home. I had no recollection of making it all the way here. When my mind wandered back to the unbearable pleasure my tongue had experienced, saliva pooled inside my mouth. I was literally salivating at the thought of her.

Was she just a wild fantasy or was it all real and she was playing games with my head? I couldn’t be certain for the time being. The only thing I knew for certain was I craved her like a moth drawn to a flame. Whether she was real or not, she was the only thing that could satiate my desires that now ran rampant out of my control.

My body felt hotter when I thought of her. It became harder to breathe when I visualized her perfectly refined curves. Her ravenous man eating tail that devoured everything that entered it, no one could escape once they’d fallen prey to it. Her silky purple head of hair that seduced men like an irresistible poisonous scorpion. You knew it was dangerous, but you couldn’t help but let her sink her venom into you willingly.

As for her apparel, a mini skirt so short it was essentially non existent. Her top was so skimpy it was practically only skin visible.

Her skin was completely flawless, she had nothing to hide with clothes. Many used clothes to heighten their sexual appeal, but with her body it transcended all common sense or reason. She need not clothes to seduce a man. Her body was all it took. I had a feeling if she truly desired she could make a man reach their peak with a single look. No, even without her looking a man looking at her was likely more than enough. Though she likely refrained from doing that so she could enjoy herself as well. Essentially, she looked down on all men to the point she had to constantly hold back her overwhelming sexual prowess.

Her attainments in such profound arts was surely on a level no normal man could keep up with. No matter the position, I was certain if it was her she was definitely capable of it. She was a monster with no match, completely unrivaled without a single peer beneath the heavens. No one could threaten her position. That was the confidence her technique ingrained into my body.

I could no longer live without her level of stimulation, that was what I instinctively knew deep down.

I was already stiff as a rock before I knew it. I awkwardly entered my home trying to hold a certain beast down with my hand in my pocket. When I got to my room I found it unbearable. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I took off my pants and turned on my laptop and sat down. I needed to find some sort of release immediately or I thought I’d go insane.

I opened up a certain cultural site and immediately answered nature's other call in pure madness. I searched for Succubus videos with one hand while my other hand was preoccupied with its great mission. When I found a video I thought would be good, I really picked up the pace. Alas, no matter what was depicted on screen it somehow felt lacking. It was nowhere her level. Even after a solid hour flipping through succubus videos I couldn’t reach anywhere near a climactic end.

It felt like I was climbing a great mountain with violent winds blowing against me and forcefully pushing me back down. This was the most difficult time I ever had to reach that peak. It felt impossibly far away. Why? Why? Why! Why was it so difficult to reach that climax? This was the first time I’d watched any videos of this nature, yet I couldn’t even get off to it?

I closed my eyes and visualized that woman in my mind as distinctly as I could. From the purple lace thigh garter on her left leg. To the light purple blue miniskirt that practically covered nothing. Her striped light green white panties that her mini skirt didn’t hide from behind. The finely detailed black lace corset with her skin peaking through the design. Her top that pushed her perfectly sized chest together displaying just how perky and delectable they appeared to the observer. A single lace string tied in a bow held the two pads on her top together. Her tops strap wrapped around her neck while a very fine nearly unnoticeable lace string attached to the underside of her top, wrapped around her back, directly below the small pair of wings behind her fair white exposed back.

I visualized the time she appeared between my legs in the story I’d written. I imagined her nibbling on that pronounced excalibur while staring up at me with upturned eyes. I vaguely remembered the feeling derived from inside the most glorious of holes. The moment I recalled it my entire body violently trembled out of control. A certain fluid gushed upwards and exploded out before it came to a rest on my hand.

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Shit. It was so easy when it was anything related to her. I wanted to do the deed with her so badly. I really wanted to stick my sword in her secret garden at least once. I didn’t care if I really died. I could die happy if I penetrated her to her core and released my power directly inside her sacred sanctuary. Those were my honest thoughts.

Even my thought process became enslaved to her wily charms. When will I see her next? Why can’t she just appear already?

I started thinking about her again. When I thought of the immense heights her tail brought me to during our first encounter, before I knew it I was ready to go yet again. Shit! I kept my eyes shut and started rubbing the violently throbbing wound below the table again. Unlike when I was with her, it felt numb, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to release more of my pent up frustration. I wanted to release as much as I did whenever she made her appearance. What I really wanted was for her to completely take everything out of me until I was dry to the bone and depleted of all my strength.

It was like I’d become a domesticated pet that wanted my master to enjoy the things I gave them. I continued my internal fight against the wound on my lower body and before I knew it when I thought of her tail latching onto me I immediately reached an unbelievable height. All the muscles in my body entered into a cyclic contraction and relaxation sequence from the extremely satisfying sudden relief of pain.

Somehow I still wasn’t satisfied. Just releasing this pent up frustration just wasn’t enough. I wanted to personally transfer this release of pain to her body over and over again.

Why won’t you appear?

“Hah. Hah. Hah.”

“Shit. It’s not enough.”

The cultured videos on my laptop did absolutely nothing for me. That was when I remembered the story I wrote. I opened up the file and skimmed from where I left off. I was shocked to find what was written. It detailed all the events I’d experienced up until now. The chapter I was presently reading even detailed these events before they’d happened. It actually detailed when I got home and tried to enjoy all these cultured videos for the first time. In the story, the character, like me, was only able to relieve his pain when he thought of the succubus. He too was unsatisfied and continued to soothe his wounds over and over again.

Just like I had, he’d also opened up his computer and started reading the story he’d written. My mind had suddenly been completely fucked. How could any of this be happening? I read on and found that he kept thinking of all sorts of flavorful acts with the Succubus. Unfortunately the succubus never made an appearance in this chapter. He just kept picking at his wound like a monkey until the next day.

My heart sank a bit when I discovered she wouldn’t save me from this torment. The only thing I could do for today was keep soothing my manly wound until I reached my limit.

Thus I spent the rest of the night in an endless cycle of climbing mountains, thinking about all sorts of spicy acts with her, getting fired up and repeating. Over and over again. By the time it was morning I’d already lost track of how many empty shots had been fired. It definitely numbered in the hundreds. I really thought I’d die from how energetic I was. However, I couldn’t stop. A single thought about her escalated any calm that had formed after the storm. Those thoughts always got me in the mood for more every single time.

Why was I being tortured like this? Why wouldn’t she appear and let me experience such an amazing sensation again? I wanted to know what happened next in the story, but I was too exhausted to read any further. I also couldn’t focus on reading because of how excited I’d become.

Was I just an animal in heat or something? Honestly, I’d picked at my wounds so much that it was extremely sore. Even though it was sore to the point I thought my wounds would fall off my body, I still desired to keep going. I was surely losing my mind.

I was so tired I could die. Not only was my manly wound overly sore, my right hand had definitely seen better days. I don’t think I’d ever worked my right hand as hard as I had in the last few hours.

I literally felt like I’d drop dead right now. Hah… I was hungry again. What should I do? Nothing tasted good ever since I tasted the finest delicacy she presented me with.

Didn’t she say I’m going to crave such delicacies at minimum of three times a day from now on? Then why the hell hasn’t she showed up yet? I’m freaking starving.

Just staying at home like this all day drooling over her delicacies wouldn’t get me anywhere. Ah. Wait a minute aren’t I already on day two since my meeting with the editor at the studio? Shit! Didn’t I have a meeting today? Ugh.

I opened up my phone and found the email from the editor at the studio. I skimmed through it and there were a few comments here and there. They were typically just a few corrections to grammar. He didn’t suggest any major changes to the story. In fact he said he thoroughly enjoyed it quite a bit when he got home that night. He found it to be a rather unique take on a hentai.

Since there wasn’t anything much for me to change story wise it didn’t take long for me to correct the mistakes he pointed out. When I finished fixing the mistakes he pointed out in the manuscript I emailed the updated version to him.

With my thoughts still clouded by certain nightly activities, I stumbled out the door, arrived at my car and drove down to the studio.

This time, to my dismay she didn’t appear in the car like the day before. Why was it the more I wanted to see her the more I felt like she wouldn’t show up? Was this a form of neglect play?

When I arrived at the studio’s office I parked my car and entered the building. I was curtly greeted by the receptionist who called on my editor.

Once my editor came down he led me up the stairs to the same room we had our meeting the day prior. I was somehow more nervous than yesterday. I felt a bit antsy today. I’d skimmed through the remaining content when I made the corrections he pointed out in my story and I was curious whether the events in my story would really happen as I’d written. Deep down I was slightly anticipating what would come next.