The Succubus' Tale - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

The next day was spent in helping my aunt with various chores about the household. It did have moments of delight, for when I was able to sit, I would angle myself so that the soreness in my ass would be compounded by the constant state of feverish wetness in my cunt. I was beginning to feel chills even as I sat near the fire in the midafternoon. I realized that it had been two days since my last encounter with my uncle, and this torment of heat between my legs was the first sign that it had grown too long now since my last feeding.

So this discomfort, like that of sexual arousal mixed with chills and nervousness, was the first signs of a succubus' hunger. It was a tight anxiety mixed with arousal, causing my drawers to remain damp throughout the day. Once, I escaped into the privacy of the bedchamber for a moment, my fingers digging down under my dress and drawers to rub at my engorged clit, but I found no paths to an easy release. In truth, toying with my clit just caused a maddening increase in the wetness down there, like adding oil to a fire thinking it was water. The slippery liquid allowed the pouting lips of my vulva to slide back and forth over each other, excitingly, as I shifted about.

The scent of my cunt was sweet, yet obviously aroused. I feared others might scent my arousal, so I crushed some mint leaves and rubbed them over my pussy. The light burning sensation did nothing to quell my agony or sweeten my temper. My solution was to avoid everyone while I tended to my work, with my thoughts wishing me elsewhere, such as on my knees, with my lips wrapped around a soothing cock.

My carnal reveries were broken at mealtime by my aunt's clucking at my bird-like appetite. Appetite? It made me laugh to think how she'd look, if she knew that my appetite was not for the food on the table, but rather for her husband's cum pulsing itself down my throat. The truth be known, since I had started supping on my uncle's cum, ordinary food lost its delight for me. I seemed never to grow hungry, per se. Rather, this new kind of hunger signaled when it was time for me to feed, as my dinner was best taken on my knees and served fresh from the source. But my last period of relief had lasted me nearly four whole days and this time, it had been only two. Besides education in seduction and sex, the demon's education included the revelation that my demands for 'squirt', as he referred to it, would increase exponentially as I matured, until I demanded three or four sessions a day with willing mortal men. Maybe less, if I found a relatively potent man, such as a young man or an exceptionally virile one who could sate my hunger. There were drawbacks, however. Too much sex with me would cause a wasting disease in the men I was attached to, and even if I were willing and able to forgo attachment and instead wander the world in search of nightly, anonymous sex, the men so visited would invariably become ill after a night of ecstasy with me.

I was beginning to understand the state of my existence and I could contemplate the eternity of misery before me. As a half-human creature, I was still subject to the same miseries as any other human woman short of bearing children and the monthly flux, but as half-demon, my torments were multiplied. I would be forced to seek out men for sex to assure my very continuation. I was a succubus, succubi were leeches, and as I know now, the most disdained creature in Hell since they were dependent on mortals for their continued survival. When you looked at a powerful succubus, you were looking at hundreds, if not thousands, of corrupted and likely damned mortal souls.

During the mid-day meal, I found distraction from my growing torment in the delight of the aching pain in my ass, left over from when the demon had fucked me for what seemed like hours. My immediate thoughts, however, were not focused on the demon, but rather on the sinful delight of my uncle's cock, and when I might next take my fill of his delicious cum. It had to be soon, or I would go mad for the wanting of that velvety shaft between my lips. And, secretly, I was also frightened; what would happen to me if I needed to go without feeding for a time? How would this constant sex affect my uncle? And what would happen if I were discovered?

Later in the afternoon, I sat in the great room by the fire, trying to control my shivering. My cousins chattered away, still oblivious to the incredible changes that had already begun to run their course within me. My cousin Celia was a tall, mousy girl of fifteen, nearly of marriagable age. Camella was the younger one, prettier and much more spoiled. She was a year older than I, which fact she used to her advantage when it suited her.

I barely tolerated these simple girls, even less so now that I saw no use of them whatsoever. Like many other days, my uncle was gone from the house, so there was little respite from their constant yammering. I found myself longing to see the man that I might find out when we could next meet.

So most of my day was spent with my fidgeting, enjoying fragmentary after-flashes of the hot fucking I had the night before, and going nearly crazy with listening to my empty-headed cousins prattle on about things I cared nothing about. The evening meal came, and with it my uncle, back from business. The dark circles under his eyes, present since our last encounter, had vanished for the most part, and he seemed his old self. His gaze kept returning to me over the dinner table, and from the way he gripped his cup, I could tell he was anxious as I was for our next session.

As I rose from the table, my uncle said, "Maria, I saw someone from your village today," as a ruse to engage me in a quiet conversation while my cousins retired to the great room, and my aunt went off on some errand. He came close, and I scented his sweat. I ached for him, so much so that my thighs began to tickle as small rivulets of juice began leaking from my sodden cunt. He whispered, "My little beauty, meet me in the loft tonight... I promise I shall be there. I do not think I can sleep with the agonies of desire."

I softly replied, "All I can dream about is tasting you again," and he shuddered at my words.

"You shall have all of me, and more than just once. An hour after everyone's asleep," he whispered hurriedly, then went off to go about his usual routines.

That hour, spent lying awake on the pallet in the room shared with my cousins, was agonizing. My fingers silently (difficult... for I was sloshing wet) slid back and forth over the soft flesh hooding my protruding clit. I was so aroused that the small organ actually rose out of my glistening lips like the tip of a wicked beckoning tongue, withdrawing a bit and protruding again as it pulsed with anticipation. I found no release whatsoever, not even a hint. When I could stand it no more, I promised ten more minutes, lasted only five, and slipped through the house and into the night.

I made for the barn in the darkness of the New Moon. I found the ladder and was releived to hear my uncle's soft reply to my queries, instead of a grating laugh and a red glow. It was pitch-black, but we embraced immediately, like old lovers, and we were both fumbling with our clothing immediately. Bent over as he was, he suckled at the side of my neck, then ear. He whispered, "You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen, and tonight I want to make you mine own."

He lay me back on the hay, diving into my sodden pussy with an obvious delight, whispering soft adorations of my taste and scent, and lapping at me like a starving man. His tongue curled around my hard clit, thrumming back and forth, and then dove into my vagina. I found no pleasure in this, and grew impatient. My main goal was to rid myself of this torment, and I knew only one way to do that. Right then, I wanted nothing of his adoration, and all of his cock. I slid over, and moved to take him in my mouth.

My uncle whispered, "No, not that. I know you are my brother's daughter, God forgive me, but I want your virginity to be mine." In the darkness, he was unable to see the healing pentagram scar that I bore on my bare mons, or he might not be so eager to want to put himself inside. His finger dipped into my pussy, but I drew away quickly before he could guess that my virginity was already gone, and what if his cum in my pussy did nothing for my hunger?

I thought quickly, and as I pulled away, I whispered, "It would be dangerous for us to do that... what if I bore you a child?" full knowing that I could not get pregnant (the demon told me I was unable to), but looking for any excuse to keep him from spending himself in any place but my mouth, where I wanted him.

He said, "You are not mature enough to bear children. Why, you do not even have hair on your sex, yet." He sighed, and then rolled on his back. "Nevertheless, it has been said to happen before. You are right, though I should not complain, for your beautiful mouth more than serves."

I kept myself from pouncing on his cock, and instead began the work slowly, easing the incredibly delicious, swollen head between my lips, where I suck led on his pre-cum for a moment like a baby at a teat. Little gushes rewarded me, and I was in ecstasy for the moments they lay richly on my tongue. My fingers massaged at his balls gently and manipulated them carefully in such a way as to encourage them to release all of their precious load down my throat. I planned on emptying this man of everything he could feed me.

His moans were almost continuous. I began to suckle him in earnest now, moving my mouth the way the demon taught me, in a circular up and down motion, while his cock slid in and out of the tight ring of my throat, and with tricks of pressure with my tongue to build him up slowly to maximize the yield. Obscene sounds filled the air, from the unnatural act, sucking sounds and the strenuous pull of my uncle's breath.

I soon had that cock painfully swollen and his hips straining upward in a spasm of desire. I pushed him down my throat and had my lips buried once again in the thicket of hair at the base of his shaft. While he was trapped entire in my throat, I swallowed at him in rhythmic waves, the muscles milking and stroking at the wonderful shaft imbedded in my throat. His trapped cock would twitch in answer to my demanding sucking.

My feverish turmoil was peaking as he neared orgasm. He gripped my head tightly and followed my movements, hips lifting still and trying to drive himself, entire, into my mouth. A quivering thrust... another thrust, and he let out the despairing cry of a man resigned to his own doom.

Release! Hot gushes pulsed down the length of his rock-hard shaft and ran into my throat. My own release shook me, and I reached down to dig my fingers into my spasming pussy as I came with the first taste of his semen. I pulled back once again to allow the head of his spurting cock a cushion on my tongue... all the better to savor his offering while it shot from the slit at the tip. Wave after wave of ecstasy wracked my body with each thick load deposited on my quivering tongue. I swallowed him down hungrily, and sucked as his pulses began to dwindle, trying to siphon every last drop from his balls. He hips dropped to the hay and he sobbed in a great breath as I let his spent shaft ease from between my lips.

He murmured something, and was fast asleep in the darkness in a matter of moments.

That familiar chuffing sound made me look over my shoulder, and the demon stood there in a red glow, rocking back and forth on his cloven hooves, half-hard penis swaying, obscenely. He rasped, "Excellent job in under ten minutes. I won't be surprised if you rise in rank quickly. Of course, you'll need new victims soon."

I licked my lips, like a cat after a bowl of milk. I looked down at my uncle's sleeping form, but he did not stir. The demon said, "He will not wake while I am here."

I settled back on the hay, and said, sarcastically, "What part of my body will you violate tonight for payment?"

He smirked, as much as he might, while his glowing red eyes flashed dangerously at me. His great dark cock twitched lecherously as he said, "I do not desire to fuck you any more. I have taken and consecrated all your holes... your charm has faded with the loss of your mortality. I much prefer virgins and mortal women. In fact, I want you to go and get your cousins and bring them here, to me."

I stared at the demon as he stood, flickering in balefire. "My cousins? You can't be serious."

"Oh, I only want to fuck the eldest. That will be my price, tonight. The youngest we shall keep a virgin, which we shall use for our own purposes, which you will see, later."

I stood, and said, "What should I do, wake them and tell them to follow me, a demon wants to rape them? Why don't you fetch them yourself?"

The demon's backhand across my face took me by surprise and the pain immediately flowered bright in my eyesight. He hissed, "First of all, bitch, respect me, for you are not that important that I could not father another cunt like you tonight. I do it all the time. Secondly, your uncle's house has been consecrated with holy water by your damnable uncle the priest, not to mention the crucifixes hanging within. I could no more enter that home than you could walk into a bonfire."

I touched at my cheek, gingerly, to test the pain. I said, "Then why am I able to live there if it is consecrated? Am I not half demon?"

The demon said, "Succubi are half-mortal and the weakest of the demons, but are also immune to holy wards. Such things will have no effect on you." I noticed the demon's dark claws held a small silvery vial. He handed it to me. "Take this, open it, and press it to the lips of each of the girls while they sleep, so the opening is near their nose. Do this for the count of fifteen, then lead them to me, here, by taking their hands and pulling them this way. They will respond, and once they are out of the house, I will be able to control them."

I left the barn, and in the darkened bedroom, I took his instruction and was able to walk my cousins through the hall and out the scullery door towards the stables. When we reached the stables, my cousins themselves climbed the ladder inside without my prompting. I assumed the demon had entered their dreams and was now able to control their movements.

I reached the top. The youngest cousin lay in the hay and slept on, while the demon stood looking over Celia who stood, sleeping and swaying, before him. He said to me, "Undress her."

I untied the neck of Celia's nightgown, and let it fall, while her peaceful, sleeping face bore no fear or acknowledgement of her nudity. She had round mounds on her chest, with puffy pink nipples, and a lightly haired pussy between her thin legs. The demon grunted in pleasure, and his cock rose and lurched thickly, dribbles of precum plopping into the hay beneath him. "She is a sweet little morsel. Should I leave her with child?" He looked over at me with a dangerous glow in his eyes. "Any more disrespect from you tonight, whore, and your replacement starts in her belly, tonight."

I said nothing, but must have looked disapproving, for he just picked up Celia in his strong arms, and placed her in the hay, face down, so her ass jutted up to the ceiling. The demon crouched there, and said, "Come here, and witness the lovely job I shall do for this pure child."

I had no particular remorse for being the agent of Celia's agony, for I really did dislike the silly cow, but I disapproved of the dangerous position this would put me in, if we were discovered. I watched, none too close by, as he push and thrust at her resistant pussy, trying to slide that thick cock up inside her tender virginity.

From the hay below, Celia gasped and wailed a soft moan as the resistance gave way and the first three inches of his cock bolted within her cunt. The demon growled happily, and gripped her hips tightly, starting to fuck her in earnest. He leaned over to whisper horrible obscenities to the unconscious girl, leaving her to moan as if she was experiencing a terrifying nightmare. I went over to sit next to my uncle while the demon had his way with Celia. I leaned over, and licked at his sleep-stiffened cock. It twitched under my tongue, encouraging me.

I placed my uncle's cockhead in my mouth while the demon continued fucking the softly moaning, sleeping girl beneath him. The shaft between my lips slowly engorged to a full erection, and I lay my cheek on his belly, simply suckling at him like a feeding baby.

It was then that the demon lifted the girl while still impaled on his cock, and walked over to where my uncle lay. He lifted the limp girl from his cock, which throbbed obscenely in the air while he nudged me away from my uncle. "She shall have a dose of her father's juices... yes, that should be most amusing, while I take her ass. Or perhaps, if you are quick enough, that cum will not go to waste, and you will be able to catch it from his cock as he squirts."

I moved aside, furious, but unwilling to risk my own demise with my temper. The demon placed the girl's legs on either side of my uncle's hips, facing him. He said to me, "Put him inside her." I reached down, gave that beautiful cock a squeeze, and slid the sleeping man's cock up inside his daughter's pussy. The demon pushed me aside and he slid behind her, bending her forward so that he could begin butting the slick head of his cock against her tender asshole. It was not long before it began to slide within, while she groaned in sleeping pain. I watched carefully as several inches of the demon's thick cock managed to penetrate my cousin's ass before he was forced to withdraw and push in again, slowly. Soon he was fucking her ass in earnest, and I watched as my uncle's cock, nearly hidden beneath them, slid in and out of his daughter's cunt as she was bounced back and forth by the demon. My mouth was watering at the thought of another hot load squirting over my tongue. His soft groans beneath her told me he was enjoying it, and I worried that he would cum inside her, and not in my mouth.

My fears were confirmed as I heard a familiar gasp, as my uncle's hips thrust upward and quivered there to dump his load into Celia's pussy. The demon stopped then, and laughed, his cock still imbedded in her poor ass. He said, "Oh, it seems that another day's respite will be cut short, unless you wish to come here and suck out your dinner from her little cunt while I finish off her ass."

I balked at the thought, but the hot scent of semen wafted up to me as I stood nearby. The demon lifted her off my uncle and held her back to his chest, holding her in place while his hips sawed back and forth. He took hold under her thighs, holding her so her legs were spread wide and open. A healthy load of my uncle's semen gleamed dimly in her pussy, in the balefire light surrounding the demon. She continued to whimper in her sleep as that large cock insistently possessed her ass. I bent over, scenting that cum, and began to lick at her cunt delicately, lapping up the delicious stuff that oozed out of her cunt. I tasted Celia's pussy juice mixed with the rich, delicious deposit I scooped up with my tongue.

My tingling clit flared up and began twitching in small, soothing orgasms as I lapped. Finally I pressed my lips against my cousin's vagina to suck out the rest of the cum that was being forced from her hole by the repeated thrusts of the demon's cock in her ass. The demon, apparently reveling in my debasement, and clearly now excited, pushed me away and began fucking Celia in wicked earnest, jouncing her up and down his impaling cock like a rag doll, where she flopped and quivered each time it sunk home to the root.

With a roar, the demon began filling Celia's ass with cum. Squirts and dribbles of his seed leaked out of her ass as he continued humping into her, and plopped to the hay below. He released a huge, undoubtedly scalding load high up inside her slender body. She let out a soft squeal that made me doubt she was sleeping, but from her limp posture, I was convinced she still was.

He lifted her off his cock like he had me, the night before, and threw her into the hay near my still-sleeping uncle. He motioned to me, and said, "Lick me clean." as he presented his cock to me.

I stared down at his cum-slickened cock, and was revolted at the idea. He growled, and grabbed a handful of my hair. "Do not forget who is aiding who, here. Undoubtedly, your accursed priest-uncle will be visiting this household soon. Only I know how you may try to hide your nature from his inner senses, so if I were you, I would gladly lick that cock, unless you would rather chance being burned alive at the stake, assuming you could survive the wait in prison, without a cock to suck."

I did as he commanded, though it revolted me. He smirked as he watched me lick him clean of demon-cum and worse things. I spat into the hay, and stood up. My anger was a cold, seething thing. Twice tonight he had aided in my debasement; I was of a temper but I kept my voice in control. I said, "Give me now the secret, so we might end this filthy tryst."

The demon motioned to Camella, who was still innocently asleep near the ladder to the hayloft. He said, "Smear the pussy juice of that virgin, over the pentagram inscribing your cunt. It shall serve to mask you from those who might sense what you truly are. It is the best defense, and nearly the only defense, that magic can offer you. But it must always be the juices of a virgin. It will effectively mask your taint for a full day."

I asked, "How do I collect her juice? While she is asleep?"

The demon said, "You must excite her, but be careful not to damage her hymen. Use that silver vial I gave you to drug them into sleep before you attempt it."

I had other questions. "I was unable to orgasm today, like I could before. With my fingers. Am I doomed to orgasm just when I suckle? And can I take a man's cock up inside my pussy and seek relief that way?"

The demon smirked. "You gave up your humanity when I took your virginity and consecrated your cunt to the Dark Lord. You will only be able to orgasm when you take semen, either in your cunt or ass or mouth." With that, he motioned to the sleeping girls. "Bring them back to your room. When you return, your uncle will start to waken."

I let the two sleep-charmed girls down the ladder first, and then looked up at the sound of the demon's chuffing laugh. "Oh, one more thing," he said, in a gratingly mocking voice. "There is only one other way you could have an orgasm... and that is from me."

I swallowed my resentment. I led them down the ladder and was able to put them in their bedroom without incident. But before returning, I cleaned Celia up as best I could. I could not resist, and gave her poor over-used cunt a final suck, to lick out the last traces of her father's delicious cum. The next morning would be interesting, I thought, when the foolish girl awoke with a sore ass and cunt.

Returning to the stables, I found the demon gone. My uncle began stirring, and I touched his brow. He sat up suddenly, saw it was still dark, and said, "How long have I been asleep?"

I soothingly said, "Only a small while. But perhaps you should return to the house, if you are so tired."

He groaned and dressed, kissed me quickly on the lips, and said, "Tomorrow night, perhaps, here. I will wait for you at midnight."

I fondled his crotch lightly with my fingers, almost longing for yet another dose of his delicious cum, but instead I whispered, "Tomorrow night." With that, he was down the ladder and heading for the house. I followed soon after, and slept the sleep of the peaceful.

Continued in Chapter 5

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