Cithrel

Succubus With Benefits

A Monster Girl Erotica

Copyright © 2021 by Cithrel

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Contents

1. 1. Hunger

2. 2. Heat

3. 3. Bystander

4. 4. Taste

5. 5. Feast

6. 6. Dream

7. Cover Art

8. About the Author

9. Also by Cithrel

1

Hunger

It was good to be alive.

They had played sandball with them, ate with them, and some even lived with them. All across the same Mednessa that became their burial grounds.

The guards’ torches refused to stray further than a few meters away from their wielders, leaving only a few pockets of light in the underground as they muttered in some unknown tongue. Numbing winds wept through every crack of the catacombs, shushing their footsteps.

With every pathway and patrol memorized, Lucretia must have gazed across this place thousands of times by now. Not like she had anything better to do. Like a leaf in a pond, her consciousness just sort of drifted over…

…the rotting pile of bones that was once her.

It was such a quick death and disposal too, but the timeliness ended after that. No pearly gates were waiting for her, and at this point, the other place seemed equally pleasant.

Was this the afterlife for those who acted neither valiant nor vile during their lives? If so, why was she the only one here? Surely others lived lives just as unremarkable as hers…

A sudden hum broke her thoughts as the guards’ sounds faded with it. Even without a body, her spirit now felt floatier than usual. She dispersed through the ceiling and into the emptied streets of the city and flew towards the starless midnight sky.

Took them long enough.

Finally, she would have her freedom from that damned crypt and join the land without tears. Unwilling to taint her memories, she gazed upwards at the sight denied from her for far too long.

They would remember her, right? Maybe they were waiting for her… Sure, a few years had passed, but it was a timeless place. There would be so much to catch up on, from her to everybody and from everybody to her… Yes, a little bit more—

Fo hrl sglmheg’i nbb… fnjd hrni iepb he anjl…

The voice had an unsettling depth and just like that, the beautiful sight in front of her disappeared. Lightning cracked into her consciousness, gorging her with knowledge beyond the heaviest tomes in the Palace’s library.

The world around her crashed into a blur.

Her front plapped against the cobblestone of the crypt and the chill bounced her back against a bone-ridden wall. Like the ground, it was freezing. As she clutched her arms to her chest, her shivers rattled the wall.

Now that was a sensation she didn’t miss… Where were her clothes?

The suffocating dark of the crypt receded, and a silhouette on the opposite wall faded into view. The halls were narrow, barely enough for two people to walk side-by-side, and the shadow held something shiny.

And sharp.

Holding her stomach, Lucretia sprung to her feet. Then one after another, two loud clacks sounded against the ground.

Her chest felt heavier, balanced by an equally heavy tail and a pair of batlike wings protruding from her back, and the tips of two horns decorated the shivering edges of her amber-hued vision.

Her skin had taken a muted violet shade beyond her humanity, running down to her kneecaps and twisting into blackened fur amidst a pair of inept cloven hooves. There was a weight to her ears with each shiver, and a run of her hands confirmed that those had grown longer. They were almost…

Elf-like.

And right before her was the sharp-eared perpetrator. Bearing dark brown hair and skin that was a shade darker, he was one of those no-good dust elves.

The knife raised and she gritted her teeth.

Her leg moved on its own and a muffled thud sounded, followed by an echoing clang. The impact left him in a coughing fit as he rose to a sitting position and stared at her with widened eyes.

Red eyes. They always did look the part. So this was the refuse who had brought her back from the dead? And into one of those things too…! She stepped closer to the elf and took a deep breath.

What in the world was that scent?! The sweetness grazed her nostrils, smelling like some sort of dessert. A delicious, irresistible dessert.

Lucretia’s abdomen cried out in pain as she breathed in again, and her exhale uncovered just how empty she was. If only she could fill that void with something…

A drop of saliva broke onto her chest and thoughts. And another. Then another. As she swallowed the excess, her hand swiped the trail on her chin.

Drip drop, drip drop. Now they somehow hit the ground instead. She ran a finger down her body. Dry, dry, dry, dry…

Oh.

Lucretia shuddered as the digit slicked through her dribbling folds. Out of all the places her body could have pumped blood to… but there was a purpose to it.

With a clack of a hoof, the elf’s eyes jumped back up to her gaze.

As she drank in his details, more and more blood rushed to her loins as a hunger unified her mind and body. Minor as it was in the grand scheme of things, this was what her instincts demanded of her. Not to mention he needed consequences. For choosing to bring a lion into this world and not the lamb he had so hoped.

What was he thinking? Didn’t he know what a succubus could do, especially to such a fresh and vulnerable elf? Lucretia licked her lips.

Maybe she wasn’t deserving of paradise after all.

She squatted down onto the elf’s thighs, her mouth and folds leaking in tandem and spoiling his pants—not that he would need them anymore—and her hands grabbed his wrists, holding them behind against the wall. It wouldn’t be too fun if the guards found out.

The succubus scooted closer to the elf, letting his sugary breath mingle with hers until a bump in his soaked clothes stopped her. Fear and lust but mostly fear watched as she magically dispersed his clothing. Raising herself, she lined up with his member before lowering with a giggle.

His hands gripped hers as the distance closed, and the first contact of their nethers jerked his arms out of her grip…

…and right around her torso as he hugged their bodies closer. His moans wet her cleavage and their spittle merged between the cleft while it ran down their bodies. She too moaned as the sticky heat trickled over her clit and into her folds.

“S-so good…” he whispered as his cock slid into her dirtied hole.

The bastard wanted it too? What a slutty elf. And right after she kicked the shit out of him… But still, who could blame him? Hardly a mortal man or woman could resist having their souls ravaged by such a perfect figure. That’s just how things were.

She wanted him to remember. To remember the bountiful body, unbelievably tight flesh, and otherworldly motions that claimed him first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and beyond, that no she-elf could ever mimic.

Amidst a shared trickle of juices and moans, she hilted him, smothering the elf’s thighs with her plentiful rear. The demoness’s arms wrapped around the elf’s back as her hips started to roll, releasing more of that honeyed scent that held back the crypt’s chill.

It didn’t take long for his moans to grow loud. Dangerously loud, to where her breasts could no longer smother that noise. Sheesh, definitely thinking with that lower brain there…

She closed her eyes, trying her best to ignore the fingers clawing her back.

Shhh… not a peep. The guards will kill us if you’re too loud…

As his breath continued to burn a hole in her chest, Lucretia felt a nod against her skin.

Good elf, now give me your seed. I’m starving…

The cock quivered within her as his hips matched her rolls, spewing plenty of pre into her feasting insides as a familiar tingling gathered in her clit, spiking with every one of his thrusts.

Their lunges matched for a final time as Lucretia bit her tongue. Tensing in unison, her arms nearly crushed the elf. Then she felt it.

That telltale twitch.

2

Heat

“Yes, let it all out…”

The croaks, chirps, and gurgles of the moonlit lake greeted Lucretia as she roused. Grass tickled her back while the glow of a starlit sky adorned her front.

What a beautiful, innocent place. Almost.

Shlorp, shlorp, shlorp.

Hundreds of tiny tendrils slithered in and out of her folds as the bulbous tip on her tail sucked on her entrance like a mouth. While they mindlessly thrashed against her slick and tender walls, her moans echoed through the forest clearing for nobody to hear. Probably.

With an exhale, her juices drenched the tentacles, only for the tail’s maw to consume everything on the appendages’ slippery retreat. The grass beneath would be spared for now.

Lucretia snaked her hand down her violet body, grazing across a heart-shaped rune and moving towards her smooth mound. Her fingers tested the bulb’s suction for a moment before they popped inside with a grunt and toyed with the nub that had been pardoned from the tentacles’ assault.

As the succubus’s abdomen reeled from the touch, her other hand kneaded an ample breast. Beads of sweat smeared across the demoness’s chest and the watery sheen made its endowment even more noticeable.

Soon the air filled with a hypnotic taint that drowned her lungs with each breath. Pure beings. Vile beings. It didn’t matter. One whiff could have turned even the holiest nun into a dripping wreck.

As for those less pure…

Swallowing a flood of drool, she thrashed her heavy wings until the pristine scent of the lake and forest returned. After that, a long drag of air brought back just enough clarity.

She focused on a sensitive spot within, and just like that the bulb’s appendages thrust against the rough walls beneath her demonic marking. Each drive against the area jittered her hips toward the shimmered sky as Lucretia’s fingers circled her clit, leaving a wet trail in their wake.

Haaah… almost there…!

Lucretia’s horns gored the vegetation below as her cries reached for the stars, and she quickly sucked in a breath.

The hand working on her clit slammed into her abdomen, crushing the grinding tentacles against that special spot and forcing her juices through the mess of tendrils. Not a droplet escaped the bulb as it devoured the bounty.

Waves formed along her tail, traveling towards her body, and Lucretia’s belly rumbled as it received the come. Her very own. The irony was lost on her stomach which digested the fluids anyway, and warmth flowed from the organ to every corner of her reddening body.

Her haunches thrust violently into the air as the succubus’s wings flared out with every wave of bliss. Lucretia fanned her fingers across the fragile nub as the other set squeezed a few heated trickles out of a breast. The pale drips ran down her ribcage, joining with several beads of sweat as they fell together into the grass.

The demoness’s pussy clamped onto the tendrils, wringing them for all they had. Each pulse drew them deeper, straining her insides as they filled her out. As they bottomed out against the entrance to her womb, her hooves curled and her eyes closed.

Finally, the last crest passed and her breathing slowed. Her limbs splayed out on the warmed turf as the insects’ and waters’ song returned. In the afterglow, the tips of the tentacles at her cervix lazily explored the taut yet tender flesh. A lovely sensation that shivered her with every blissful spike.

It was perfect, almost. Nothing could have replaced the real thing.

A pulsing length… the trembling body beneath… her womb feasting on sweet, innocent seed…

Her tongue swept the saliva off her lower lips. That would have been perfection, but this was as good as it would get for tonight. Yeah, starving to death wasn’t possible now, but where was the fun in being painfully empty all the time?

Lucretia’s breaths were deep as she brushed her black hair out of sight. Despite her tail’s best efforts to eat the evidence, the soil reeked of demonic climax, and no amount of fanning could’ve hidden her work. The whole forest needed to burn down for that to happen.

Sweat matted the succubus and sin drenched her loins while she bent over, holding onto her knees as the bulb continued to feed. Holding a breath, she grasped the organ and pulled.

The tendrils stretched her exhausted folds against a poorly-silenced moan. A bit more pressure made them give and they soon slurped out as her tail whipped into the ground.

Come scattered into the lake in front of her with loud drips while the maw gulped down the squirming flesh. As the bulb scarfed down the last of its demonic meal, it rippled and gurgled.

“Mrgggh…!”

Lucretia’s abdomen, wings, and tail convulsed as another climax took over, and her pussy clutched at the emptiness within, grasping for anything and getting nothing.

Gritting her teeth, warm fluids gushed out of her pussy and tail, coating the already sticky grass as her hips arched into the air. Her quaking form flung sweat everywhere.

There was no hiding her work now.

Taking a deep breath, she rose, stumbling and nearly falling over. Just the grinding of her thighs was enough to force another gasp out of her, and a humiliating trickle of come ran down her leg and into her fur. As if it wasn’t defiled already.

The succubus managed to make it to the lake’s edge before a pair of glowing eyes ambushed her from the water.

She fell back onto the squishy grass with a less impressive gasp, and a few blinks later, she scrambled back on all fours to the lake’s edge for a closer look.

And the eyes were still there! Amber hue, slit pupils, with sclera as black as… hers.

Oh.

Maybe a bath would clear things up.

3

Bystander

Water pooled at her hooves, and the wind whistled through her curvaceous frame as Lucretia twisted her long hair and fanned her wings, but in the humid air, she could only do so much. A wave of her hand flung her dripping hair behind, and the wet locks soaked her back with a regrettable slap, shivering her and sending droplets everywhere.

A snap of her fingers unfurled a pink ribbon across her left horn, which tied neatly into a bow on its own, and another snap clad her in ebon robes. The cloth pressed into her skin as she swayed, erasing the remnants of her bath.

They were garments made just for her, with holes in the hood for her horns, holes in the back for her wings, and a generous amount of space in the front for her breasts. Covering her down to her lower legs, it kept her well-covered for less accepting places.

A shame Mednes—err, Stygia was off-limits. But then again, if the succubus stayed dead, she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

She kept the hood down and the buttons unfastened, leaving a strip of obscenity all the way down. There was no need for modesty here and the cloth needed to dry.

The Coven called it Demonsilk, a stupid name until she wore it for the first time. Each step rubbed the unbelievably cozy material against her skin, making her tremble on her first few steps.

Now… it was back to sentry duty, ugh.

Eyes scanned the lake and surrounding trees, ears listened to abnormalities, and wings felt for stray winds. Nothing. It was always nothing. As expected from a pond in the middle of the forest in the middle of nowhere.

Then air dragged through her nostrils.

Huh?

Something delectable stained it. Inhaling the sweet breeze once more, her heart raced and her mouth watered. She had to find the source!

Lucretia blinked as her heartbeat stilled.

Oh yeah, it was an intruder or a curious visitor. And here she thought the trees would do a good job of snuffing her voice.

Turning her head, she glanced at the motionless tent across the lake. Enjoying his peaceful rest for sure, and there was no reason it couldn’t stay peaceful. It was like what, one bandit or a scout or something?

It was kind of exciting honestly, but it was important not to fantasize too hard yet. Too many distractions and she’d stay either starved or disappointed. Maybe the intruder wouldn’t even have anything for her.

Lucretia swiped a freshly-bound dagger at the air. Either way, their hidden camp needed to stay hidden, and that knowledge needed to disappear in one way or another.

The grass and robes masked her approach as she crept towards the overgrown brush. She took a few deep breaths and the rich smell pierced her again. After a final exhale, she dove through the thicket with a rustle.

There they were.

The distance was short and the silhouette seemed to know as well, as no sooner did she dart for them did they jump and shriek into a choking fit, bashing their back on a poor tree that was soon to be a cutting board.

“Lucie, it’s me!” said the red-eyed figure between coughs.

“Sindy?” Her hooves skidded on the grass as she stopped halfway and raised a brow. “Shouldn’t you be asleep in your tent?”

A cool breeze sang through the forest at that moment, shuffling around the leaf cover above and shining moonlight onto his gray linen shirt and black pants. Same as this morning, really? Maybe splurging on her robes wasn’t such a good idea.

Stumbling and panting, the elf braced against the tree as he rose. His skin was only a tad lighter than his dark brown hair, but it did little to conceal his shame. Pink tinged his soft face, and his long ears twitched as he grinned.

“Just doing some maaa—uhh… meditation!” He wiped his hands on the grass with an awful chuckle before looking her in the eye.

For a moment Lucretia glanced back at the bush. It had a clear view of the lake from the cover. “As was I, and I finished.” Her smirk straightened his back. “Did you finish too? Because you don’t look too relaxed!”

“Of course I finished… meditating! I-I’m perfectly calm, can’t you tell?!”

The succubus trotted closer with her eyes closed as she hummed a tune. Trickling out her mouth, the scent of arousal from prior was stronger than ever. It came from the grass and it came from a particular part of him.

When she opened her eyes, only a few paces separated them.

His hand raised a black coil of magic. “Stay back!”

“Sindy, I’m not mad at you.” Lucretia traced his gaze to her hands. “Oh.” The dagger faded away and now she was the one making an awful laugh.

With a frown and a breath from him, the spell vanished just as she closed the distance.

Her hand braced against the tree and she leaned down to him. “Meditating’s so hard on your own…” Their eyes met. “What if… we did it together?” The succubus’s breaths stuck to his face like glue as her lips curled into a sultry, toothy grin.

Another chilling wind whistled through the thicket, rustling the canopy above. The branches cracked as a few shriveled leaves drifted down.

His eyes grew wide for a moment before he swallowed. Clenching his fists, he spoke in a low voice, “Trying to drain more of my life force with this… act…? How cruel of you.”

Lucretia cocked her head and her fingers twiddled the pink ribbon on her horn. “Only if I will it. Why would I want that?” Her eyebrows raised as her smile faded away.

“Did you forget what you did to me in that crypt?”

“I-I was hungry and you enjoyed it! I think…”

“And what happened after that, Lucretia?! You said and did something to me after that!” He walked around her with a sigh and looked away as his body tensed. “Like a damn serpent under a flower… I’m going back to bed, goodnight.”

One step from her was all it took for Alsindor’s ears to twitch as he twisted to face her with bared teeth. “Thought you could get me from behind?!” Energy crackled through his arm as a coil gathered in his hand.

It was that terrible thing…

The succubus’s arms were clutched tight to her chest while gloss coated her eyes, and a blink sent some of it down her cheeks. Her body slumped and swayed, looking like it could collapse from the slightest touch.

His pose stayed firm. “C-crying to lower my guard, how—!”

“Alsindor!” Lucretia spoke with a strained voice as her heart pounded. “I did do horrible things that day. And I promised to do worse things to you after…” Her chest heaved. “And because of that, you’ve had to worry over me, dreading if every moment would be your last…”

“…but you don’t need to worry anymore!” Her tears freed and dripped down her chin, falling onto her chest and streaming down as her body shook. “It’s wonderful to be alive, and I’m alive because of you!”

The elf bore no resistance as she pulled him into her robes. Nor did he complain when her hulking wings joined the hug. Within the little shared world, their watery eyes met with faint smiles.

“I really should have told you earlier… Thank you…” she whispered.

A stray tear from the succubus plopped onto his cheek and she hugged him tighter, flattening her breasts against his chest as his wet face pushed into her neck. With a fizzle, the coil of magic vanished once more as his hands ran across her back to return the hug.

The growing warmth stilled her heart, and her tears spilled onto the elf, joining with his as the glow streaked down their forms.

Everything felt right at that moment.

* * *

Their bodies had drifted to the ground as the tears dried and the night marched on. Within her wings and robes, the embrace continued for what seemed forever.

“You’ve been so good to me…” Lucretia flashed Alsindor a toothy grin as her hand moved lower. “…and I know just how to make it up to you…”

He grabbed her hand with a frown. “It’s still illegal.”

“Only to keep you poor elves from going extinct.” Running her fingers through his short hair, she flicked an ear and his head tensed. “I’m open to sharing you to keep that from happening…” As his grip weakened, her hand slipped out. “Come on, you’ll love it.”

“My mouth…” As she dragged her lips across the same ear, he shivered.

Then Lucretia pulled his hands to her chest and squeezed. “My breasts…”

“My hands…” Finally, her hand squeezed his inner thigh as another moved down to his waist, prowling into his pants and tracing the growing bulge in his underwear.

The succubus grinned at his strained face and blew a breath into it. “And my—”

Alsindor’s shaking hands grabbed onto her arm as she flitted the sensitive underside. Soon her entire hand thrust in and her fingers coiled around his cock through the cloth.

As it throbbed in her grip, she gave it a few quick strokes before he trembled and squeezed her arm. “Aaaah!”

She stilled her hand. “Eee hee! Getting close?”

“Your fingers… they’re…”

“Just fingers.” Lucretia licked her lips. “Don’t you want to experience the rest of my body?”

A friendly shove brought him against the grass, and the succubus crawled toward him as he scooted back at the same pace…

…into that tree with a crack. All he had time for was a blink and it was all over.

Pouncing on him was easy, and prying his legs open was easier. She rested her head in his lap, savoring the strong scent as her dampened hair streaked his once-dry pants.

“So what do you say, Master?”

“I…” He tugged his shirt collar. “Uh…”

4

Taste

Lucretia laid on her stomach, prone on the grass while her legs and tail danced in the air. As her head tilted in his lap to face his bulge, Alsindor flicked a leaf off the succubus’s head.

Resting a finger on the tip, she leaned in closer to his covered cock. “So hard and we haven’t even started…” The demoness looked up to him. “You’ve wanted this for some time, haven’t you?” His face grew red as she pressed her cheek into his member. “Naughty Sindy…”

“You’re always so noisy at night…” He panted at her while his hands scrunched the grass underneath. “And your body, the smell… everything… I couldn’t take it anymore!”

“And I couldn’t take it either. I need to do it with someone else, you know that?” Her cheek nudged his cock again.

Alsindor twisted an ear as he glanced away. “So… umm—”

“Shhhh… let your succubus take care of you…”

With a snap of her fingers, their clothes disintegrated and reformed into a neat pile near the bush. Before his hands could finish covering himself, Lucretia snatched them and offered each a horn; they accepted with a light grip.

She eyed his faint abs. Were all elves built this gracefully? His body had not too much muscle as to be brutish, but still had plenty to satisfyingly dominate, and soon enough it would be pinned and ridden, with its strength conquered and its prize claimed.

The bare cock in front of her stood upright, pulsing every so often. A bead of pre trickled down the underside of its head and collected where it met the foreskin, begging to be lapped away.

He fit perfectly between the forks of her tongue, and while the individual tips licked Alsindor from base to tip, his hips shivered as his hands tightened on her horns. Meanwhile a muted sweetness drew from his glans to her tongue, which she lapped to the sound of moans until the taste was no more.

Retreating her tongue into her mouth, she winked as his tensed arms dragged her head closer. “That’s the spirit Shin—!” The next motion spread her lips over his cock, grazing her fangs and tongue across the sensitive, shivering flesh.

Elves are so weak-willed… Her arms wrapped around his waist as she pulled him closer. A few licks turned you into a slut.

“All this teasing… You asked for it!” Alsindor shook her head, instantly regretting it with a moan.

I am asking for it, she thought to him.

Wrapping her lips beneath his glans, she sucked until her lips slid to the base of his cock, scraping it against her tastebuds as he bucked into her. He squeezed her horns and sweetened her tongue with another bead.

Her demon tongue looped across the head of his cock and coiled down, making him groan again as her wet flesh wrapped every inch of his leaking member. Trailing down his shaft, the resultant spittle soaked his balls.

She pumped her length around his oozing shaft like a spring before her tip slithered down his base and lapped at his sack. It clenched and her mouth was rewarded with more honey.

“Lu—uaah!” Alsindor’s hands pushed on her horns, and his breaths were quick. “Y-y-you’re… Ah! …Going too fast!”

What’s wrong, Sindy? As her tongue stroked him, she gazed up into those pleading eyes. I thought I was asking for it.

His fingernails dug into her horns as her tongue strangled his cock. Working him faster, her tongue loosened his hands’ grip as he continued to leak, and the muscles on his back contracted against her probing fingers.

Uncoiling her tongue, she lifted her head to suck on his dripping cockhead a few times before she enveloped his member again to milk him. His hands loosened with each change until they fell to her sides.

Another draw forced out a cry.

As his hips bucked, Lucretia’s mouth and hands withdrew from him as her arms wrapped around his thighs. A jerk of his body peeled him off the tree, leaving his body flat against the grass. She pulled his thighs over her shoulders, keeping his lower half raised and confused.

The elf gawked at the succubus as his cock rose and fell with his breaths. After fogging the head with her breaths, she lowered herself again while she gazed into those pleasured eyes of his.

Engulfing just his tip, she began to drink.

“I… ahh! Uaaaah!” Alsindor’s cries echoed through the forest, matching her ferocity from earlier as his hands ripped the grass.

What the—?! Her eyes widened.

Pleasure echoed through her as his cock twitched, and a stream of juices flowed out of her, bathing her loins in the heat as Lucretia’s hips thrust into the ground. She buried her fingernails into his thighs while the motions grazed her clit against a blade of grass. Soon the hardened nub twitch in tandem with his cock.

So that’s how it worked… Shame she didn’t have any more time to ponder over it.

Her cheeks hollowed as they wrung the sweet ooze from him. It went down just as quickly, coating her mouth and throat with a delightful aftertaste that demanded more.

And more she would have.

Lucretia sucked out another thick bolt. Then another. And another. And another. His cock would pulse and she would suck at that exact moment, forcing the gooey feast through his shaft and into her lapping tongue and stomach.

How kind of Alsindor to save so much for her! His seed flooded her mouth with every twitch and thrust, staying generous as she drank her fill amidst elven moans. Only when she felt full did the treat diminish to a trickle, and then to a drop.

When the pulsing stopped, she pursed her lips under its softening head and pulled away as he cried out. A pop freed his stretched member and released a final helping of come.

It was so much sweeter and thicker than the rest as she chewed and passed it around. Dropping his thighs, she climbed over him to meet his face before gulping noisily with a smile. The sweetness clung to her mouth afterward, diminishing slowly from her continued swallows.

As the world started spinning, an infectious warmth sloshed in her belly as red crossed her face. It had been long since she had last been fed. Too long.

Lucretia’s tongue dabbed the corner of her lips and she burped loudly, flinching the elf. “Aren’t you just delicious?”

“Where…” he said between breaths, “…did you learn that?!”

“Instincts.” Lowering her head to him, she licked a wet spot off his chin. “No elf girl is gonna suck you dry like that.”

Alsindor rolled his eyes.

Her upper arms squeezed her breasts together. “Admit it, we’re simply better in every way…” Spreading her thighs, she smothered his groin with her rear and wiggled her hips, smearing her juices all over his member as they both squirmed from the initial contact. “…and I’ll prove it again.”

Frowning at her, he tilted his head. “I wouldn’t lose a few years fucking another elf. How about that?”

“I would never!” Lucretia crossed her arms under her bust and pouted back as her ears drooped. “You trust me, don’t you?”

He looked away.

“Come on Sindy. I was weak and angry back then.” The succubus rolled one of her pointed ears between her fingers and sighed. “Well… if you don’t want to, then we won’t.”

The elf’s eyes danced around her gaze before they focused on her. “If you’re able to suppress your instincts that easily, maybe it’ll be okay after all.”

“I like you and familiars die without a host, so it’s in my emotions and instincts to keep you alive and happy.” A strand connected their sexes as she began to recline. “I suppose you’d feel safer if I’m underneath…”

“Oh… about that… I’d rather umm… you… be on top?” He coughed and made a shaky grin at her. “You know, b-because you’re… the expert here! And I could totally fight you off should the need arise, no problem!” Black crackled in one of his palms for a moment.

“So I really have ruined you.” She licked her lips and they curled into a smirk. “Not that I’m complaining. I’ve always wanted to do this to you again with more… teamwork.” He blinked as his body relaxed. Damn it, that sounded so much better in her head…

Oh well.

Her tailtip prodded his softened cock as it spewed tendrils onto him. Worming and coiling over the base of the shaft, they aligned his flimsy length with her hole.

Alsindor flinched. “What the hell are those?!”

“Shouldn’t you know, Coven demonologist? That’s what you get for reading about succubi instead of fucking one, bookworm.” She stuck out her tongue.

“I’ve had you for like a week!” His ears twitched.

“And that’s one-hundred-fifty hours of fucking we haven’t done.”

“Actually it’s sixty-ei—Aiiieee!” He made a cute cry as his shaft prodded the succubus. It didn’t sink deeper than that, but the contact alone was enough for a mutual shiver.

Her juices flowed down his shaft, and a shift of her hips kneaded his pre into the slit as it slid deeper. All she had to do now was relax and he’d slide right in.

“Not yet! I’m still too sensitive!” The elf’s hands rushed to his groin and her hands snatched them. By now, just the grip of her folds was enough to keep his member up, so her tail pulled away.

Dragging the elf’s hands above his shoulders, she slammed them into the grass by his wrists. Alsindor didn’t resist but then again, he wanted answers, not a fight. If he truly wanted to, he’d use that spell again and it’d be over for her.

“I know that! I’m trying to make you feel better.” Their motions relaxed her muscles enough for his cockhead to slip in, which splayed her wings as they shared twists and whines.

His hands struggled against her hold. “T-then let me rest!”

“I will let you rest.” She freed his hands and braced hers near the sides of his head. Leaning into him, her bosom jumped inches from his avoidant gaze as she flicked his ear and flashed him a sad look. “Didn’t we just talk about trusting each other?”

Blood flushed him as he stared down their linked bodies. Then he met her eyes and sighed. “Take it slow.”

Taking a deep breath, she whispered, “I’ll be as gentle as I can.” His hands grasped her wrists as she lowered her hips and relaxed her muscles. Inch by inch, her insides claimed him until her clit pressed into his skin.

His flesh felt like Demonsilk as she ground the nub into it. That better have been the only thing in common…

“Hnngh!” His grip tightened over Lucretia’s arms as he bucked against her overwhelming thighs.

The tendrils had filled her more thoroughly, but there was something that felt right—taking a proper cock. Peeling her hand away from his hold, she brought it to her lower abdomen. It was burning. While her palm applied pressure, his length flexed against her reduced insides before its curvature brushed against a rough patch.

“It hits everything in me. No wonder elven girls are always smiling.” Her free hand returned to tug his ear. “Maybe I should keep you for myself…” She giggled as his abs tensed.

The motions had split her hair down to her sides, and a shake of her head brought most of it to her front as it dipped down and shrouded the sides of his head.

Too bad he was too busy ogling her chest to notice. A flick of his ear fixed that, and he turned to her dampened strands right away.

“I don’t mind if you stare.” She swayed her torso and her breasts did the same. “Quite bigger than an elf’s, wouldn’t you say?”

Closing her eyes, she thought of the soft cock inside her, and like that her muscles began to flutter up and down his shaft. Her tunnel clutched his sensitive tip, sparing it from the preying flesh as more pre dripped from him. Her walls massaged it into their increasingly slimy coating.

The elf’s hardening length contracted every so often as her liquid arousal flooded over him and seeped out of her. Draining to his taut balls, it stuck to him like syrup.

“Feeling better?” Lucretia looked down and the elf’s head turned from her hair to her face.

His semi-rigid cock sprung within her. “You’re…” A moan escaped his lips. “…amazing.” Another squeeze from Lucretia raised his shaking hands. They ran over her sides and to her back, cupping her shoulder blades as they pulled her body down.

He hugged her so close that her cleavage enveloped his face. Along with the warm skin, drool smeared against her breasts, adding to their sweaty coating. Soon his gasps were fogging and tickling her sternum with each nuzzle from her folds.

“Couldn’t resist, could you?” Shaking her chest again, she mashed her bosom against him. “Elven bee stings just can’t compare.”

Lucretia tensed her abdomen and swirled her hips, running his cock across the meager walls and grazing him against more sensitive pockets of flesh. As their bodies quaked, her hole stiffened and their motions strained his dripping head against those sweet spots once more. Now she was the one digging her fingers into the grass.

His nails indented her back as they moaned in unison.

Steadying her waist, she flexed her pussy against his cock. One moment she’d be tight, and the next moment she’d be loose. Tight. Loose. Tight. Loose. His fidgeting hands held the succubus close as the rhythms nursed his member back to life. It started to beat as it spilled healthy streaks of pre that mixed with her own.

She teased him with another squeeze. “You want more, don’t you?”

Alsindor’s cheeks were on fire as his breath seared her bust. “Y-yes…” Releasing his hug with a shlick, he inhaled the cool air and coughed.

She breathed in as well. Their elven and demonic scents blended into a vile aura that cursed the natural order. Unlike him, she could breathe this in all day, and every gasp made her mouth, pussy, and tail leak in tandem.

As she rose, a wet sheen coated her cleavage, and flecks of sweat sparkled their bodies. With another bounce of her breasts, she leaned back and gripped his thighs with her hands. He swallowed and blinked as his hands went back to fiddling with the vegetation.

Her wings raised to the skies and tensed.

Aided by a breeze, her body and hips rose, and his member ground against her lustrous insides on the ascent. As gravity slammed her onto his cock, he slid against her walls again.

“Haah!” The sinners’ cries weaved together as her fingers dug into his thighs. Together their chests heaved and hips danced.

He winced at their bonded waists. “You’re so… tight…!”

“Do you like it? How it molds to fit you perfectly?” She squeezed him again. “I don’t think even elves can get this snug.”

Shooting her another frown, Alsindor closed his eyes as she raised her wings and slammed down again. The elf’s spewing member choked her folds, marking it with a clingy warmth as his lower body shuffled.

She drove her wings faster and faster, needing more of that delightful fluid in her. Each hilt slathered her clit against his equally-delightful skin as the melded liquids splashed out of her and stained their haunches.

Lucretia looked down. His eyes were back to gorging on her lively breasts. A lovely sight for her as it was for him.

Her hole began to contract on its descent and her spittle ran down her chest in a bubbly trail as their bodies burned.

The elf’s gaze jumped to their nethers for a moment. “It’s kind of scary how not-wrong this feels.” He chuckled.

“It’s only natural.” Her motions stilled. “A succubus and her master are meant to take care of each other. That’s also why our orgasms are linked.”

His eyes grew wide for a moment. “Linked? So that’s why I’ve been waking up sticky…”

“Oh Sindy, for a know-it-all, you sure know absolutely nothing about succubi.” With a grunt, she renewed her cadence. “There’s so much I need to teach you…” She flashed her fangs.

5

Feast

Wet smacks and sharp exhales breached the forest’s ambiance.

Just one hand was enough to pin both of his above his head, and his body writhed as she pounded her rear onto his groin.

Lucretia’s stilled wings were fanned out to the sides, drooping onto the tickling undergrowth. Her wingbases were a tender red, her legs motioning in their place. The mouth on the succubus’s flailing tail slobbered each time she wholly claimed him and scattered juices across the forest floor.

Bringing her free hand to her face, she popped the thumb into her mouth. Her tongue lathered it until it glistened with spittle. With a string still connecting it, she pulled it away from her mouth and toward his. The wet digit prodded at his lips before forcing its way through, squeaking against his clenched teeth.

“Come on, it’s sweet. And you’ll last longer too…” His teeth clattered for a moment before forming a gap. The succubus’s finger entered and twisted across his tongue until none of her spittle remained.

Closing his lips around the digit, he swallowed.

As he opened his mouth, she dragged her thumb to a corner, hooking his cheek from within. His ear protruded between her middle and ring fingers as they grabbed the side of his face and tugged at his mouth, coating her fingers in fresh saliva.

“So how do I taste?” she asked.

He answered with a gurgle.

“That’s what I thought.” Springing faster on him, her pussy grew taut, and the glides across her excited folds turned into scrapes as their bodies pleaded for release.

He gulped down the excess spit between his quickening pants while his hands balled into fists. The elf’s wrists curved against her hold as he answered each crash of her hips with a buck of his own.

“Hnngh… Aaah!” The elf made a particularly hard thrust and his cock flexed inside her drawn hole. A fiery spurt erupted from his tip, branding her suffocating walls in his essence. Leaking not a single drop, the succubus’s flesh pinned the treat against his glans.

Lucretia pulsed her muscles over his cockhead and drew the sweet bounty deeper. The warmth eased her aching cervix as her womb sucked and sucked until his fluids kissed her deepest recesses.

The same seeds meant to be sown in an elven womb. Instead, they were trapped in its cruel replica, where they would find no egg as the mockery drained their life.

Perhaps they would put up a fight within her, but it was all for nothing: they were mere afterthoughts to his pleasure. First into her stomach, and then into her core. He had cast his seeds so willingly to the slaughter. And slaughter she would.

Millions of lives over and over, to feed one as nature intended.

How it clung to and filled her insides! It felt utterly perfect inside her. Whirling in her belly and now her womb, her heart fluttered as the two distinct heats began to connect.

While the marking above glowed, her womb digested the captive liquid. Ecstasy bloomed from the grumbling organ, coursing through her nerves to the tips of her wings, tail, horns… everything.

Adding to the feeling, Lucretia’s echoed climax flooded up her spine and down her legs. It shivered her arms, curled her hooves, and painfully flattened the grass with her wings. The succubus withdrew her hands, bracing them against the ground as her waist continued to make short plunges onto him.

A familiar aroma claimed her mind as she held her breath, and drool spilled from her mouth, streaming down her chin. Her tongue then slipped out, trying in vain to capture the runaway spittle while it leached down her neck and into her cleavage.

Another thrust filled her with a fresh rope, just as ample as his first. Struggling to steady her trembling walls, the nectar ran out of her and coated their groins.

Lucretia reeled as her core muscles violently contracted. There was no way to retrieve her tongue, and it dangled and dribbled as she panted. The succubus’s arms collapsed and she laid prone against the elf, drowning him in her breasts. His head tilted as high as it could go, and his equally hot panting began to hit her chin.

Alsindor crossed his arms around her back once more. Each one seized the opposite wingbase and pulled, forcing his neck deeper into her cleavage.

Slutty elf.

This time a softer pulse of seed fed her, and she freed her breath. Breathless from the shared feeling, she shut her eyes and focused on his cock again. Again her lower folds sealed his shaft, while the muscles above his glans siphoned the trapped come into her insatiable womb. As more of his essence sloshed within her delicate walls, she quivered.

Hot moisture dripped from her collarbone while he pulled her wingbases again, mashing their bodies together as his toes curled and tongue flopped out. Meanwhile her pussy continued to bob on his dribbling yet still stiffened cock.

Finally weighed down by the afterglow, his arms dropped into the grass.

As she leaned back onto the elf’s legs, his member shifted in her and she braced herself against his thigh.

She looked down. Their chests and waists gleamed in fluids. What a mess.

Her hand reached down to their groins, scooping up part of their wasted climaxes. She brought it to her mouth and inhaled the brilliant aroma before lapping herself clean. Combined, it somehow tasted even better.

“Your saliva didn’t help at all!” His voice twitched her ears.

“Notice how it doesn’t hurt when I do this?” Dancing her hips on his stiff member, the elf cringed for an agony that didn’t come. “It kills your waiting period so I can feed on you all night.” She smirked at him with half-lidded eyes. “If you want…”

Her cleansed fingers ran against her groin, leaving a path of spit on her now-dimmed sigil. The womb underneath felt much lighter now.

Alsindor groaned as he braced his hands against the ground and lifted his torso. “When I said I wanted to sleep, I wasn’t lying.”

Her digits traced the base of his cock up to her clit. “Who said you had to be conscious?” His cock shuddered as she stroked their come into her nub and hood.

She rose slowly, and both grunted and flinched as his length shlicked and popped out of her. Liquid ran down her thighs, drenching the fur at her knees before it could meet the grass.

Scooping the elf’s limp form into a bridal carry, she walked towards the bush and lake.

Their splash broke the gleaming tension of the water as the chilling liquid consumed their shivering bodies. A few bubbles later and they surfaced.

“H-hey! I can wash myself!”

“Oh I’m sorry, I thought you were sleepy.”

6

Dream

The tent looked so much bigger on the inside, and it would’ve been completely dark if it weren’t for her eyes and a dying candle.

Her arms wrapped across his shoulders and chest, squeezing his back into her front. As for her, a pillow kept her head propped atop the soft bedroll. He wouldn’t need those tonight.

Each jostle shook his wet hair, drawing trails above her breasts. The motions tickled her as well, and her back shuffled against the damp cloth. Her own watery hair ran down her sides to her hips, leaving dark streaks on the bed.

“What do you think?” Her long tongue snared a fidgeting ear into her mouth and she sucked on the tip.

Swallowing, he continued to stare at the monstrosity. “S-s-so g-good…”

“That’s what I thought,” she said, freeing the ear.

Her tail’s writhing bulb was latched onto his cock tight as hundreds of tiny tendrils writhed against it, covering the member in hot mucus. The bulb pulsated over his length as it fed on his pre, and not a trickle escaped the flared entrance’s suction.

Giving his ear another lick, she prodded his slit with a fleshy hair and whisked away a drop.

“Hnngh!”

She giggled. “Close again? This should finish you.” Her arms mashed his heated body against hers, and her legs twisted over his, spreading them out.

The tail’s hairs became frenzied and his hands grasped her arms. The soft writhes from prior turned into powerful thrusts around his member as his thighs jostled against hers. While the elf’s back arched and jerked upwards fruitlessly, he sucked in a deep breath and looked up at her.

Lucretia smiled at his labored face and calmed the tendrils. “Don’t resist, just let it happen.” Dragging her hands across his, she gripped them tight. “It’ll feel better that way…” She rippled the bulb again with a grunt.

Nodding at her, he closed his eyes and calmed his breaths.

“That’s it…” she whispered. Let me take care of everything…

As his cock beat softly, his come melted into her. The tendrils soon flew into a furor, sweeping every drop from his tip and fanning their spoils into the tail’s depths. One curious tendril flicked beneath his glans over and over while the others coiled over his member, wringing out more dollops of seed.

Small delectable waves rippled towards her body, and her abdomen contracted as she clung to him. The succubus’s arms clutched inward, driving him deeper into her cleavage while her breasts pinched in the process. White oozed from her nipples and she worked it onto her fingertips. His mouth cleaned them nicely.

Their groins thrust up in unison as her insides flexed.

She gritted her teeth and concentrated on the fever gushing out of her. Just before landing on the bedroll, it dissipated and splashed into the lake outside.

Leaks became drips and slurps became sips as the pulpy hairs slowed to a gentle massage. Her legs untwisted from the elf’s, but the rest of his bindings stayed. Sweat glistened both their spirited forms, forming a gluey mess where their skins touched.

Like the forest outside, the tent now reeked of sin, and their efforts in the lake had become undone. Maybe they should have slept outside.

Too late now. Lucretia yawned.

Summons like her did not need sleep, so why did she feel the need right now? Maybe it’d be okay to skip the rest of sentry duty. There weren’t that many hours left in the night.

Her muscles relaxed as she joined him in slumber. Most of her anyway. The tail continued to caress him as he made mellow thrusts into the bulb. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be too big of a mess in the morning.

A fan of her wings put the candle out of its misery, and as her dimming eyes started to shut, she brought her hands over his and squeezed.

All these wonderful things in just one night, and there’d be a whole day tomorrow. And plenty more after that…

It was good to be alive.

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