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Succubus Summoning 101
By M. E. Hydra
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Phil Rowling’s shoes made pitter-patter sounds as he dashed across the flagstoned floor of Wargsnouts College for Warlocks. It was late. A bilious white moon floated above him as he dashed across open courtyards and down long draughty hallways. No one ever came to this part of the college. Phil hoped he wasn’t lost.
The heavy tome in his rucksack weighed him down like an anchor.
Had anyone seen him take it?
At this late hour the main library had been virtually deserted. Phil was sure no one had seen him take the book from the shelf and slide it into his bag. No one had stepped out to apprehend him as he’d strolled to the exit.
He’d half expected alarms to blare out the moment he’d stepped over the threshold, but nothing. No sirens, no alarms, no shouting, no sounds of pursuit as he’d quietly walked down the entrance corridor, taken the left hand staircase towards the empty east tower and then, only then, broken into a run.
It had all been a little easier than he’d expected.
He made his way up the east tower. No one had rooms here. No lessons were ever held here. It was a bygone relic of more prosperous times. Phil’s footfalls echoed hollowly through empty old hallways.
He was looking for one particular door, although he wasn’t sure which one it was.
The door found him. Sort of. He’d gone halfway down a corridor when a door popped open behind him and a head topped with a shock of unruly black hair thrust out into the corridor.
“Hey, over here,” Jake Pulman hissed.
“Dude, are you sure about this?” Phil asked.
“Yes, now come on,” Jake said. He looked down either side of the narrow stone corridor before beckoning Phil into the room.
“What if we get into trouble,” Phil said. Wargsnouts was a big break for him. He really didn’t want to go back to flipping burgers.
“Dude, it will be fine,” Jake said, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him into the room.
On the other side of the wooden door was a small room with two single beds. Heavy red velvet drapes were drawn across narrow windows. The covers on the beds were the same shade of blood-red. There was a small sink in one of the corners and a basic bedside cabinet stood next to each bed.
“What’s this place?” Phil asked.
“It’s a spare bedroom for visiting lecturers,” Jake replied. “The ones Doolallie Dahl doesn’t like. It hasn’t been used for a while. Did you get it?”
“Yeah,” Phil said. He reached into his bag and pulled out a book that looked as big as two doorstops welded together.
“Wow dude,” Jake said, his eyes lighting up. “The Daemonica Malefique.”
They laid the book down on one of the beds. It was bound in leather, or at least they hoped it was bound in leather and not some other…less wholesome material. The title looked like it had been scorched into the cover with a brand.
“You know what this is?” Jake said, looking up over the book. “It’s our ticket to one truly bodacious night of hedonism.”
Phil only partially shared his friend’s enthusiasm. The book smelt scorched and there was another odour as well, something like sulphur.
“No one saw you take it?” Jake asked.
“Positive.”
“Excellent. Then there’s nothing to worry about. We’ll do the ritual, have a bit of you know what,” Jake winked, “and have the book back before anyone notices it’s missing.”
Jake pulled out a piece of chalk from a box of various vials and other wriggling things and began to draw a circle on the stone floor beneath one of the beds.
“Are you sure this is safe?” Phil asked. “I mean we’ve only just started Practical Daemonology.”
“Dude, just chill. I talked to The Scrote. He does this all the time.”
“The Scrote’s a filthy bastard,” Phil said.
“Yeah, but he knows his shit,” Jake said. “He said most of the rituals are just a pile of crap anyway.”
“But aren’t ‘they’ dangerous,” Phil said.
“Not according to The Scrote. They’re only really dangerous if you’re dumb enough to fuck them. When it comes to anything else they aren’t very powerful.”
“Yes, but aren’t we summoning them here so we can fuck them?” There was some logic Phil was missing here.
“Ah, but only up the back passage,” Jake said, craftily tapping his nose. “You see, it’s only their pussy that’s dangerous. Their pussy’s their mouth. Stick your dick in there without some heavy duty command clauses and they’ll suck you dry in an instant. It’s safe if you do them up the ass though. That’s what The Scrote said.”
“I suppose The Scrote would know.”
“Absolutely. Rolly was sent up to his tower to serve detention once. He said he heard all sorts of noises while he was waiting outside the door. He thought The Scrote might be giving one of the juniors a real ass-slapping, but then he hears a girl giggling.
“Now Rolly’s a bit dim, so he knocks on the door anyway. He said The Scrote answered the door with half his shirt hanging off and his hair all over the place and looking pissed off at someone disturbing him. And Rolly, not having much sense, starts babbling about detention while this slender female hand with black fingernails comes into view and starts tweaking The Scrote’s nipple.
“And all fat Rolly can think of is how happy he is that The Scrote’s cancelled his detention.”
“The Scrote is one filthy bastard,” Phil said.
“That’s what I mean,” Jake said, “The Scrote’s an expert on all this. If he says the only thing that’s important is the summoning ritual then he’s probably right.”
Jake opened up the tome and flicked through the pages until he reached the right spot.
“Dude, now that’s what I’m talking about.”
The page was illustrated with a spidery line drawing of a scantily-clad girl with horns, bat wings and a tail.
“Just think about it. Soon one of those is going to be right here and ready to satisfy your every little twisted desire.”
Phil felt his cock stiffen with excitement at the prospect.
“Everything?”
“Everything,” Jake confirmed. “The Scrote said they’re complete masters of giving pleasure.”
Turning the pages revealed a succession of more explicit pictures. It was very…ahem…educational.
“But remember to stay out of their pussy,” Jake said.
“What about blowjobs?” Phil asked.
“Dunno,” Jake said. “The Scrote said nothing about that. I think they have fangs though. We should probably wait until we’ve had a bit more practise before trying that out.”
Phil flicked through the pages.
“There’s an awful lot of pages in this section,” Phil pointed out. “Maybe we should—”
“Dude, the book’s like a bazillion pages. By the time you’ve read it all you’d be as old as Doolallie Dahl and wouldn’t be able to do anything with one of them anyway. I ain’t reading it all. You?”
Phil shook his head.
“So, just chill,” Jake said. He held a penknife in one hand and a squirming white mouse in the other. “It’ll be fine. Now hurry up and draw your pentagram.”
* * * *
Phil was such a damn pussy sometimes, Jake thought as he brought the knife across the mouse’s throat and let the blood spatter into a small wooden bowl. What was the point of being a warlock if you couldn’t summon up a bit of daemonic tail now and again?
Everyone knew the stories about The Scrote, about the sighs and moans people heard from his quarters going deep into the night. There were rumours he kept a pair of them in his room for continuous access.
There were the other stories as well, like about those two tax collectors that had pissed him off. They’d found them one morning, dead in their offices and smiling ear to ear like one of the Joker’s victims from the first Batman movie.
Sure, ‘they’ could be dangerous, but only if you didn’t know what you were doing.
Jake looked back at the tome to check he had the right ingredients.
Blood, check.
Rose petals, check.
Silver, check.
Ginseng root, check.
Semen of a virgin.
Jake held up a small vial.
Heh heh, thank you, Rolly.
Check.
The semen was pretty much the only thing that mattered according to The Scrote. The older and more desperate the virgin the better, he reckoned.
Jake didn’t particularly want to dwell on exactly how The Scrote got hold of that particular ingredient. Again there were stories.
Now all that was required was the right incantation…
And poof…
* * * *
Phil was busy with his own preparations when he heard a popping sound, as if a quantity of air had suddenly been forcibly displaced. With it came a strong blast of heady, sultry perfume.
There was a daemon girl sitting on Jake’s bed.
There was a naked daemon girl sitting on Jake’s bed.
There was a sexy, naked daemon girl sitting on Jake’s bed.
“Wow dude,” Phil said with awe.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jake said. “May I present, for your viewing pleasure, the succubus.”
She looked a little like one of those manga cartoons made flesh. Her face looked sweet and innocent, especially with those big blue eyes. Her bright red hair was cut in a small bob and two dainty little horns poked up out of her forehead.
Her body was a complete contrast to her childlike face. Her breasts were large and full, just like the porn stars Phil liked to watch. She sat slightly cross-legged, exposing a lush pussy framed with a strip of soft red hair.
That smile might have looked innocent enough, but what she was doing with her finger most definitely wasn’t.
A dainty pair of red bat wings emerged from her back. A second pair, a miniature of the first, sprouted from behind her ears. An arrow-pointed tail flicked about in her lap.
“What pleasure would you like, mas—yelp!”
Quick as a flash, Jake—naked now—jumped onto the bed, grabbed the end of her tail and pulled her over. He flipped her onto her front so she presented her rump to him.
“You’ve got to show them who’s boss,” he said.
He hooked one arm around her slender waist, lifted her tail with his other hand and then thrust forward.
The succubus squealed with shock as he rammed his cock into her tight little ass.
* * * *
Excellent! It had worked, Jake thought as the succubus popped into existence on the bed. Now he needed to be quick. The Scrote was very clear on that. While physically weak, succubi had incredible seductive powers. Given half a chance they could completely enslave a man by inflaming his lust.
As soon as she appeared Jake didn’t waste any time. He dropped his trousers and leapt up onto the bed. After flipping her and lifting up her tail he saw the tight little bud of her anus winking invitingly open at him.
He didn’t hesitate and lunged forward, ignoring the squeals of the daemon beneath him.
Oh fuck, that felt good.
She looked so tight at first he was worried about whether he’d be able to get his cock inside her, but her ring was so soft it gave as soon as the head of his cock pushed against it. Inside she was so moist he just slipped right in and then…
Oh man.
“Dude, hurry up and get yours here. You have to feel this, it’s fucking incredible.”
Inside she was warm, soft and very tight. The muscles inside her ass tried to push him out, but that only made it feel even better. She was so slippery as well, his cock just glided against the stretchy walls of her ass. He gripped her tail and slowly began to thrust back and forth.
Beneath him the succubus screamed into the cover of the bed.
* * * *
Phil finished his incantation and looked over to where Jake was fucking his succubus in the ass.
Jake had one arm on her back and was leaning down with all his weight with every thrust. The succubus was whimpering into the covers, her eyes scrunched up and tears running down her cheek.
“Dude, I think you’re hurting her,” he said.
* * * *
Dude, I think you’re hurting her.
Of course he was fucking hurting her. She was a fucking daemon. She wasn’t exactly going to respond to politeness and manners. Phil could be such a pussy sometimes.
“Don’t be such a pussy,” he said. “She’s like one of those Japanese porn stars. They always look like they’re in pain when they’re really coming like a fucking train.”
Aah, her ass felt so tight and soft against his cock he could already feel the twitchings of an orgasm growing in his balls.
“And it’s fine?” Phil quizzed. “She’s not sucking out your soul or anything?”
“For fuck’s sake dude. Quit worrying and get your succubus over here so you can join the party.”
Oh fuck, she was so tight. Jake didn’t think he was going to last much longer. According to The Scrote you never had to worry about coming too soon. It didn’t matter. They could keep you hard for as long as you wanted them to.
“I told you dude. Her cunt’s her real mouth. It’s safe if you do them up the...oh man…I think I’m going to…ahh!”
His cum boiled up from his balls and he shot a great rope of semen into her tight ass.
Wow, it was every bit as good as he thought it would be. His cock throbbed pleasurably in the aftermath of a monstrous orgasm.
* * * *
Phil looked at his empty bed.
Jake had just come in his succubus, or at least Phil assumed Jake’s goofy expression meant he’d just come in his succubus. That was fast. Phil was still waiting for his succubus to get here.
He looked again at his empty bed. Where was she? Had he got the ritual right?
* * * *
“Hmm, you like to play rough,” Jake’s succubus said with a throaty chuckle. “I like that.”
Jake felt her sphincter tighten around the base of his cock. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was tight enough to let him know he wouldn’t be pulling out any time soon.
She gave her ass a little wiggle.
Ooo. That felt good. A little too good. The air had suddenly got thicker with her strong musky perfume.
Had they made a mistake somewhere?
Muscles that had been trying to push him out suddenly switched direction and began to pull on his cock.
Ooo fuck. That felt nice. Real nice.
“Hmm,” the succubus said. “No binding conditions, no protective wards, no departure clauses, badly formed summoning circles. You guys are new at this, aren’t you?”
She thrust back into Jake and her rectal muscles gave his cock a naughty little squeeze.
* * * *
Something was wrong, Phil realised. The succubus was rubbing a large breast with one of her hands and smiling. And Jake—well Jake didn’t look in control.
“I love baby warlocks that try to fly before they can crawl. They always taste so sweet.”
The succubus stretched her back on the bed like a cat and rocked back into Jake. He closed his eyes and grunted.
“That’s it big boy,” the succubus crooned. “Feed me more of your tasty cum.”
“Uh, but isn’t your pussy your mouth?” Phil asked.
The succubus stopped and laughed.
“Whoever told you that, baby warlock? We feed through all our orifices.”
She began to push harder now, pouting with her full lips as she exerted herself.
“I have your friend trapped, baby warlock. He’s feeding me right now.”
Jake bobbed helplessly against her ass as she rocked back against him.
This was bad, Phil thought, real fucking bad. What should he do?
He could always run…
“Don’t you be thinking of going anywhere just yet, baby warlock.” The succubus flashed her blue eyes at him, instantly freezing him to the spot.
Phil watched as her thrusts got slower and more deliberate. She had both hands braced against the bed and her heavy breasts swayed back and forth as she rocked into Jake. Her pussy was sopping wet and dripped juices onto the bedspread.
“We don’t normally feed through our asses,” the succubus said. “Our pussies are so much softer and juicier. The men like it more and it’s easier to take control of their sex drive and hold them in place while we drain them.”
She picked up the pace.
“Still, we can feed through our ass just as easily. It’s just a case of finding…aah…the right rhythm.”
* * * *
Jake was completely lost to her lust. It was like a gloved hand wrapped completely around his body. Every breath pulled more of her thick perfume into his body. He was lost to all other sensation but the feel of her tight ass sliding around and gripping his cock.
“Yes, feed me,” she sighed.
Her ass muscles milked his cock with long slow squeezes. He was helpless as his body responded, firing another massive load of semen into her convulsing warmth.
She didn’t even pause.
Jake was completely trapped. His cock wouldn’t go down and he couldn’t pull it out of the tight prison of her ass. He was also prisoner to the sensation of her flesh sliding against his. He was little more than a passenger as his body began to boil over in yet another orgasm.
They were becoming more frequent now as her lust tightened its grip on his body and began to squeeze.
“Ah, that’s it,” the succubus sighed. She began to rock back and forth with an easy rhythm.
She took complete control now, forcing Jake’s orgasms into synch with the motions of her body. She rocked back and Jake felt her soft ass cheeks press against his lap. Inside her his cock dived deep into her exquisitely tight passage and spurted another massive jet of cum into her greedy ass.
She rocked forward and her ass muscles released their grip on his cock long enough for him to feel his balls boil up to full with another load of juice.
Then she’d rock back and her ass muscles would grip his cock and suck until she’d emptied another load from his balls.
He couldn’t pull out and her gently rocking motions were expertly milking out his life.
“My ass is sucking you dry,” the succubus laughed. “Doesn’t it feel delectable?”
She rocked back and Jake grunted as his cock spurted another load into her ass.
* * * *
The succubus had found a nice easy rhythm now. Phil watched in fascinated horror as her body slowly rocked back and forth, each time pumping another orgasm from Jake’s helpless body as her ass pushed back against his lap.
How was it possible to keep someone coming like that?
Then Phil saw the effect on Jake. It was like seeing the air slowly pumped out of an inflatable doll. Each time she rocked back against him and his body twitched with another orgasm his skin seemed to suck in a little more. He was hollowing out right before Phil’s eyes.
“Dude, I don’t feel so good,” Jake said. He collapsed forward onto the bed, practically nothing left but skin and bones.
“Hmm, he was filling,” the succubus purred. She turned on her side and looked hungrily at Phil.
The paralysis broke.
Jake was dead. She’d sucked him dry. He had to get out of…
“Ahem.”
Phil turned. There was a naked girl with long green hair standing next to his bed. She beckoned to him with one index finger while the other slipped down between the plush lips of her labia.
Oh fuck.
His succubus had arrived.
Enrolment
“Do you feel special?”
The question was asked by Principal—or, to give him his correct title, Praetor Quivocat—Dahl, the Head of Wargsnouts College for Warlocks. Phil had only just arrived and here he was, right in the office of the chief warlock.
He didn’t know the answer or even how he should answer. Yesterday he’d been flipping burgers in the back of a fast-food restaurant.
The Principal’s room was a little strange. Not totally strange, a little strange, and if anything that made it even stranger. In certain respects it was exactly as Phil expected a Principal’s office to look. A big desk sat in the centre of the room. A large flat-screen TV monitor sat on the right-hand side of the desk. Behind the desk, bookshelves took up most of the back wall. Half of the shelf space was filled with ordinary-looking textbooks and lever arch files. The other half…
There were skulls. They sat nonchalantly in the spaces, serving as grotesque, grinning bookends. One skull had a pentagram etched into the bone of the forehead. Other bric-a-brac sat on the plain wooden shelves—glass phials and strange metal implements Phil couldn’t even begin to guess the purpose of. There were other books, but they looked so ancient Phil wondered what languages, or even speakers, had been around for them to record.
It was all mixed up. A glossy black and yellow copy of Computers for Dummies sat in between two hidebound tomes so old the lettering had long worn off the spine. A ring binder labelled with “home accounts” leant against a glaring, horned skull cast in bronze.
The same contradictions were present on the desk. A tacky bobbing bird office toy stood next to a shrivelled up wizened thing whose ugliness was only surpassed by the awful realisation it had once been alive to hop, flop and gibber.
The walls were painted a cheery cream colour. The effect was rather spoilt by an esoteric scrawl of strange overlapping circles, cryptic symbols and intricate designs. Phil had a horrible suspicion they were drawn in neither ink nor paint.
“I…don’t know,” Phil answered the question.
Dahl nodded. Like his room, the Praetor Quivocat was a strange mix of contradictions. On the surface he looked old—the kind of old that doesn’t have an age, just old—and a bit decrepit. His thick white hair stood up in clumps all over the place. Unlike the rest of the staff Phil had seen, who all seemed to prefer long black robes and looked like slightly sinister monks, Dahl wore a plain woollen jumper and faded black jeans. While that might have suggested someone’s dotty old grandfather, it wasn’t the whole story. Dahl’s beard, in contrast to his hair, was neatly trimmed and shaped into a pointed devil’s goatee—grey maybe, but still the same kind of beard as favoured by pantomime villains everywhere. A pair of dagger earrings added to his roguish appearance, as did an evil-looking skull ring of dark metal on his left ring finger. Dahl’s face was a mass of wrinkles and his grey eyes looked washed-out and flat, but every so often Phil caught a glint in those eyes that indicated the old man was far more aware of what was going on around him than his appearance might indicate.
In short, like his room, Praetor Quivocat Dahl was a mass of parts that didn’t really fit together.
“A sensible attitude,” Dahl said. “A lot of our outreach students arrive here with the strange notion they’ve been admitted to a privileged elite. Anyone can summon a daemon if they put their mind to it. Controlling that daemon…well that’s a whole new kettle of fish. Walking around with a cocksure belief of being ‘chosen’ is a sure-fire path to a grisly end.”
Dahl noticed Phil’s alarmed expression.
“Oh don’t worry,” he said. “We pride ourselves on our greater than fifty per cent survival rate.”
He held out a hand and gave Phil a wide grin.
“Welcome to Wargsnouts College for Warlocks.”
Oh fuck.
The girl standing in front of him was completely gorgeous. She had the smiling, innocent face of a well-tanned cheerleader and the soft, lush curves of a porn star. She was completely naked.
She wasn’t human, just like the sexy red-haired girl on the bed behind him. Wide green bat wings were folded up behind her back. A smaller pair of wings grew out of her head, just behind her dainty, pointed ears. An equally dainty pair of green horns grew out of her forehead. The final touch to her daemonic appearance was provided by a slender green devil’s tail, complete with arrow-pointed tip.
“You took your time,” the red-haired succubus on the bed said. “I’ve already finished mine.”
“I was busy.” The green-haired succubus replied. Her wide green eyes sparkled and Phil wasn’t so sure he wanted to know what ‘busy’ meant. The succubus smiled hungrily at him. “So what do we have here?”
“Baby warlocks, playing with things they don’t understand,” the succubus on the bed replied.
The green-haired succubus stared down at the line of an arcane chalk circle. It was supposed to restrict her to the bed and force her to obey his commands.
“I see,” she said, lifting a dainty foot over the line. “I doubt this circle would hold even a feculoid imp. Are you sure they aren’t seeking suicide by succubus?”
“No, they’re just really dumb,” the red-haired succubus said. “They thought I couldn’t drain them through my ass.”
Fuck you, Scrote, you lying bastard, Phil thought. You put Jake up to this.
“That’s good,” the green-haired succubus said. “I find it very unsatisfying when they actually want you to drain their life.”
“They all want us to suck them dry,” the red-haired succubus replied. “Ultimately.”
“Ah, but taking unwilling prey to that moment of sweet surrender is the true pleasure.” The green-haired succubus looked at Phil and smiled. “For both parties,” she added meaningfully.
Run, Phil thought. Run now. The door was only a few metres away. The east tower was mainly deserted, but if he shouted loud enough maybe someone from Wargsnouts’ security might hear him.
Come on. Run.
His feet refused to move. He was frozen to the spot.
“Look at him,” the green-haired succubus said. “The poor baby’s practically shaking in terror. That’s so typical of you, Rosa. I bet you sucked his friend dry without even bothering to introduce yourself first. You’re so greedy sometimes.”
“Hmpth,” the other succubus, Rosa, snorted. “Next time they might let me finish a sentence before they push me face down into the covers and fuck my ass.”
Run damn it, Phil thought.
The green-haired girl was right in front of him now. She was a couple of inches shorter than Phil and looked up at him with bright green eyes.
“Hello baby warlock, I’m Verdé.” She put her arms around his waist and pulled him forward into her embrace. Her green bat wings opened wide and enfolded him.
A cloud of her exotic perfume surrounded him. It suffused his nostrils and sent his blood racing while detaching his brain behind a soft focus filter. She pulled him close, squashing her full breasts against his chest as her wings rubbed against his back like a latex skin. She teasingly rubbed her mons against his crotch.
“I’m going to fly your body straight to heaven,” she said, flashing him a sunny smile.
And take my soul straight to hell, Phil thought.
Her hands slid up his body until they rested on either side of his face. She leant up on tiptoes and planted her soft lips on his in a passionate kiss.
Oh fuck. Phil’s senses were spinning from the close proximity of her presence. She radiated waves of lust that subsumed him and drowned all conscious thought. All he could hear was the rushing sound of his blood pounding in his ears. He knew she was deadly and had seen what her friend had done to Jake, but he still couldn’t bear to break out of her embrace.
And they thought they could control this?
Verdé broke off the kiss with a start. Her delicate nostrils shrank as she sniffed the air around Phil.
“Oh Rosa, I think our baby warlock is a virgin.”
Phil’s face burned with embarrassment. He hadn’t told anyone, how could he? He was eighteen and still hadn’t made it with a girl. It was because of this he’d agreed to go along with Jake’s dumb plan in the first place.
“I’m…uh…kind of shy around girls,” Phil mumbled.
“Oh baby warlock,” Verdé said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. “We’ll soon get that sorted out. I do love making virgins go pop.”
“And pop and pop and pop.” A husky whisper close to his ear and the feeling of two soft globes pushing against his back announced the other succubus had got up and was standing right behind him. Two hands came around and gently played with his nipples. He was sandwiched between the pair of them.
“You don’t mind sharing a little taste,” Rosa said. Her soft tongue ran up Phil’s neck and tickled his ear.
“Hmm, you did hog yours without leaving any for me,” Verdé said.
“Oh please, just a couple of pops. I’ll make it up to you.”
“Okay, but we take it slow. I want to savour this one and I know how greedy you are.”
The tongues of the two succubi met and tangled over Phil’s shoulder. He shuddered as he realised they were discussing him the same way a butcher might discuss carving up a choice hunk of meat.
“Two succubi at once, you’re a lucky boy, baby warlock,” Verdé murmured into his lips. “You get to go out in real style.”
Verdé’s hand groped down into his crotch and her touch cracked like electricity as she played with his balls and cock.
“We’re going to do to you every filthy little thing you ever wished you could do with a girl,” Rosa whispered in his ear.
Phil’s arousal battled with his fear. His balls and cock were excited—they knew he was finally getting some sex before he reached his nineteenth birthday. His brain was terrified—it knew he wouldn’t be reaching his nineteenth birthday. His body was the battleground as the competing emotions quivered and shivered through his flesh.
“What do you want first, baby warlock?” Verdé asked, staring up into his eyes with her clear emerald eyes.
For them to let him go, his brain thought.
His arousal won. His lips whispered, “Blowjob.”
Verdé smiled and pouted her full and exquisitely soft green lips. “You want to feel these wrapped around your cock?”
She pushed back her lower lip and let it rub behind a very long and sharp looking incisor.
They did have fangs, Phil thought. An icy current of fear flowed through his veins. He wasn’t sure he wanted his cock anywhere near her mouth.
She kneeled down in front of him and gently gripped the base of his cock. She gave the tip of his erect member a lick with her long tongue, scooping up a little dribble of pre-cum.
“Please don’t bite me,” Phil pleaded.
He couldn’t back away; the other succubus had her arms around him and was holding him in place.
“You’ll change your mind on that,” Rosa whispered in his ear. He felt two light pinpricks resting on his shoulder.
“Ready, baby warlock?” Verdé smiled at him. “Here I come.”
Phil wasn’t ready. There was no way he could ever be ready for this. She wrapped her hot lips around his cock and swallowed him right down until he felt the warm tissues of the back of her throat grip the end. Then she sucked in her cheeks and began to bob her head up and down.
Oh fuck, that was incredible, Phil thought. Her lips felt so soft as they brushed down the length of his cock. Inside her mouth, her tongue wrapped and twined around his cock like a snake.
The sensation was so overwhelming Phil thought he was going to come straight away, but she didn’t fellate him for long before releasing his cock from the hot prison of her mouth.