Grimora

Gared knew he wouldn’t have a long life. Even if he managed to live to an old age, he’d be broken down and battered, like the wrecks of men that all old soldiers were. So he saw nothing wrong with chipping a few years of that suffering away from the end of his life and bargaining it to a succubus. It would keep her nice and sated for decades; he’d be sure to enjoy her every night until that time was up.

This succubus, his succubus, carried herself with the sleek, casual grace of a stalking panther. Drenoris’s hips were slim and narrow, sliding up to her ample bust as majestically as a waterfall. Her breasts were firm enough to hold their plush shape without any support whatsoever. And as she walked towards him, he knew her buttocks were rippling, displaying their firmly rounded voluptuousness as much from the front as they did from the back.

Her horns, red skin, and luscious black hair spoke of her sinister nature… well, more like hinted… but Gared knew he could trust that there was no poison within this delicious confection. She’d already gotten what she wanted. Now she was set on enjoying herself, and of course nothing pleased her better than stoking the lust he felt for her to a fever pitch.

“What shall it be tonight?” she asked him, coming to the foot of his bed and leaning against a poster.

“Surprise me.”

Drenoris changed in a series of little fidgets, rearranging herself as easily as a normal girl might straighten her clothes. She brushed at her skin and it took on the color of milk chocolate. Her horns slipped away and her hair, after her fingers flitted through it, became a shade of pale gold.

“How’s this? I must admit, I was a little jealous when I first found this body. It belonged to a dancer I met, oh… three centuries ago? I just had to add it to my collection. Her curves, her skin, her voice…” As easily as she’d changed her body, she changed her voice, both cadence and accent now fitting this exotic body. “How could I resist taking it all, hmm? It’d be a shame for it to go to waste on a mortal, don’t you think?”

Gared pushed down the bedsheets, showing her that his whalebone of an erection was up and hard and eager to sample this new delicacy she’d presented him with.

Drenoris was eager to be sampled as well. She knew she was in for the kind of fucking she’d still be thinking about long after Gared’s abbreviated lifespan was done. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside this new pussy.

She came to the side of the bed. He reached out and let his hand graze gently over her hot sex. Saw tremors of ecstasy flutter through her, swirling out from his touch like he was casting a magic spell on her.

Her womanhood was awash with the nectar of lust already, but the instant he touched her pubic thatch, it was as though he’d unstopped a bottle. Drenoris cooed and rubbed her thighs together, gracing them with the warm, sweet lust that came running out of her to touch his fingers and make them wet and slippery and warm.

Gared slid his third finger partially into her juncture and turned it around in a small circle, touching the pink walls that he knew were hers but that he didn’t recognize. It made Drenoris reel to be tasted this way. Every time he touched her sensitive folds, waves of luscious desire made themselves felt within her. She ached to get the full effect and feel his enormous cock up inside her.

“Fuck me, darling,” she whispered, eyes shut, lips parted, body trembling in anticipation of that moment when all she knew from then on would be how he rammed into her. “I want to feel you making yourself fit into this tight pussy like you’ve taken all the others!”

Gared spared only the briefest of thought to her flirty vexation; he’d already known he was going to have her. But there was no point in possessing her if he forgot that fact. He would make her squirm and toss and burn up before he finally favored her with being savored by him.

He continued fingering her, the pads of his digits roving from the lips of her labia to her hot little clit. It was moist and hardened, a pearl big enough for plenty of fondling—just the thing to make Drenoris overwhelmed with lust and passion, as he wanted her to be when he fucked her. So that while he was rutting her womanhood, she was half out of her mind with satisfaction before she’d even come.

She wasn’t far from that, but Gared knew he’d have to put in more work before he’d conquered this form of hers like he had all the others.

He coupled his index finger with his third finger and slid both of them inside of Drenoris, feeling his way into her cunt until there was no further he could go. She twisted and whimpered and begged to be fucked. Gared just drew his fingers back out and returned them to her again. When they came out next, they were dripping wet.

Drenoris’s hips churned, her legs twitched, and her breasts jiggled with the delicious agony she was in.

“Tell me when you’re ready,” Gared ordered her. “When you’re right on the edge of coming. That’s when I’ll give it to you.”

“Yes, yes!” Drenoris cried. “I’m there! Please, please, fuck me! I can’t take it anymore! I have to be yours!”

It was already clear to Gared that he couldn’t tease her anymore, but that put a fine point on how close she was. He mounted the succubus, dropped between her legs. His ten-inch prick was as hard as granite, throbbing so hard he felt its pulse throb in his temple.

He took it in hand and brought it to her wet lips, parting her in one motion and entering her with all his length. His swollen member went riding into Drenoris’s soft, warm interior in a smooth thrust that didn’t end until she was filled to the brim with his masculinity.