Violet is a Succubus.
This stunning woman captured everyone's attention. No one could ignore her. She was dressed in a tight little black dress that showcased her petite Frame. Her makeup resembled a dramatic rockstar's, with short, punky hair to match. However, it was more than her appearance that drew the entire room to her. A mysterious, hypnotic aura surrounded her. People wanted to be with her, but it was deeper than attraction. The whole world would have stopped if she asked it to.
I hadn't even caught her name yet. It was strange that no one else seemed to know who she was either. Multiple party guests tried to provide me with answers, but nothing made sense. "Wasn't she friends with David's roommate?" "Hadn't she come with Steven?" "Had she worked with Elaine?" Every answer seemed conflicting.
I'd had the chance to talk to her several times, but I couldn't remember much of those conversations. It wasn't because she was hard to understand. It wasn't just the alcohol consumption.
Now she was staring at me. Was she admiring? I must have appeared zoned out, as I'd been watching her for several minutes. I had to speak with her and find out more about her. There was definitely something enchanting about her.
Finally, I found myself standing next to her. "I didn't mean to stare," I began.
"You did," she playfully replied, smiling softly.
Her playful tone calmed any negative feeling I had from her blunt statement. "Alright, I admit it. You've definitely turned all my heads tonight."
She smirked. "And do you want to turn mine?"
My heart skipped a beat. "Uh..."
"You want to fuck me," she said matter-of-factly.
I was shocked. "What?!"
She laughed sweetly. "I'm sorry...didn't I say that?"
"I don't know what to say." I stumbled.
"Why don't you go over there?" Her eyes pointed towards a guy at the other end of the room who was talking to a girl. "No one will judge you for checking that guy out."
She laughed again. "That guy over there, do you think I'd let him?"
I couldn't tell if she was teasing me or not. "Um. . . Sure."
She giggled, "Cool. I kinda wanted to let him, but if you need time, that's okay."
She gestured towards her empty glass. "Hold on to this for me."
She stood up and swaggered to the guy. Without another glance back at me, she began speaking with him. I watched them for mere moments as they engaged in conversation. Suddenly, the man's face wore a look of surprise. She then unzipped his pants, her mouth soon following.
I knew her plan implied performing this act in front of everyone. Would she actually go through with it? He was surprised but didn't object. The woman promptly whipped out the cock in front of the entire room.
I observed, wondering how she'd proceed. Did she want me to swallow my pride and join her? Or was she preparing to give me an opportunity to step in later? The mystery thickened as I wondered, "What should be done?"
"You should raise your cup to me," she urged.
I hesitated, "What for?"
"For me blowing him," she laughed, raising my glass in the air.
I found myself torn between fascination and concern. Regardless, I followed her command. Raising my glass, I watched her until she rejoined my side, a new sinister smirk on her face.
Weirdly, nobody else in the room appeared to recognize what was taking place. They all merely carried on with their beverages and discussions, insensible or unconcerned regarding what was occurring before their eyes. It was like this secretive female had conjured up a spell on every person in the room.
Regardless, he couldn't look away. Not for a moment. He observed this girl he didn't even know provide pleasure to this chap and encountered the oddest combination of feelings. Arousal. Lust. Fascination.
It felt improper witnessing her with another individual. As though she belonged to him. Though he understood that was absurd. He still didn't even comprehend her name. He was overcome with jealousy, impelling him to abruptly approach and part them.
At the same time, however, the last object he yearned for was to cease their interaction. He was completely captivated watching this ravishing girl he knew so little about perform an action she barely knew, on her knees for someone she barely sensed. He was desirous of her proceeding. He was desirous of her concluding him.
She stayed in front of the unacquainted man with her hands on his thighs, receiving each surge of him. The guy had his palms on her head, clenching their skull firmly as he glided in and out of her mouth. Sped up and clenched harder, until he became intensely active with her mouth. Even still, uninterruptedly, not a single person nearby appeared contemplative. A handful of people looked right at them, but they just smiled and demonstrated indifference.
She radiated allure. Majestically. On her knees, absorbing this individual she just met. He intensely wanted to be the one in front of her. He inconceivably recognized that was the female's goal. She'd intentionally performed these actions to excite his desire for her. And it was functioning. He definitely was determined to mercilessly possess her, the initial possibility he had.
Presently, the male was incapable of resisting longer. He trembled and let out a shout. She extracted her face from his and waited, understanding he was on the edge.
Effusively, he let go, showering this beautiful and mysterious woman with his hot cum. A quantity of it fell upon her innocently deceptive face, a bit reached her hair, and the remainder smeared on her blouse. She relished in it, conscious of how formidably enticing she looked.
She looked back at him, her dishonest face still decorated with sperm, and still flashing a grin from ear to ear.
Inadvertently, it uncovered the steadily quicker thumping of his heart. It seemed as though it might abruptly scar his ribcage. The closer she moved towards him, the faster his heart throbbed.
"How do I appear?" She questioned as soon as she was before him.
"Magnificent." He instantly responded.
She winked at him, sexually. "Thanks, sweetie." She retreated and reapproached him.
He conjectured why she didn't only take him out in front of her but he was not about to contest her decision. He ascended from the bed and proceeded to follow her down a corridor and into a spacious bedroom.
"Whose room is this?" He inquired, concerned they could be disturbed.
She shrugged. "I'm unaware. It's ours for the time being."
With no further indication, she flung her arms about him and embraced his lips. The residual load on her face was still heated, and he hadn't yet fully sensed the intensity of the bulge in his briefs until his significant hard on was stroked by her. As her hands trespassed over his body, pulling him against her, he was compelled that he had to be within her.
Uniformly, they heaped upon the bed, a chaotic conglomeration of lips and limbs. His awareness of the amorous exchange gradually overcame him, overshadowing his craving to experience her orally. Yet he wasn't ready yet. He had a task to do first.
Miserably, he had to extract her hands from his palpable penis. "Cease." He notified her briefly.
He held her waist and yanked her to the bed's border. He subjoined her apparel until it reached her thighs. She deified him with a cunning smile. He couldn't remove a suspicion that he was winding up in a catastrophe.
He never anticipated the invitation. He had detected a predilection to his impending ruin. Having said that, he did not care.
He gently kissed between her legs, and he felt her grab his hair, pulling his mouth closer to her delicious spot. She moaned delightfully as he worshiped her. The feeling of making her happy was its own kind of utopia.
As he licked and sucked her wetness, he cautiously slid his finger inside her. He curled his finger and moved it in a "come hither" motion. Her legs trembled on either side of his head, and he continued to finger her and kiss her.
He longed to taste her orgasm. He craved it. Craved feeling her ecstasy on his tongue. He'd never wanted anything so desperately in his life.
He licked, sucked, fingered, and kissed. All while she moaned and squirmed and tugged at his hair. She was getting closer. The sound of her approval was the most melodic tune he'd ever heard in his life.
He prayed for her orgasm. He wanted it so damn badly he prayed mentally for her to cum. He wasn't even sure who he was praying to. Perhaps it was her.
And then she came. She let out a single, blood-curdling scream. Her legs clamped around his head so tightly, he thought his head would explode. She yanked his hair so harshly, he thought she might rip it out.
It was breathtaking. It was flawless. It was sheer ecstasy. The knowledge that she was cumming over him felt more pleasurable than any orgasm he'd ever had in his entire life.
Then suddenly she dragged him by the hair upward, facing her.
She gasped for breath, perspired, and appeared ravishingly beautiful. A strange expression lay in her eyes, not just afterglow. It was as if he could see the entire universe in her eyes.
"I'm going to devour you." She muttered in a quiet voice. It sent chills down his spine.
"I want you to." He remarkably replied, without even consciously deciding to verbally express his thoughts.
She beamed from one ear to the other. It was broad enough that a very small piece of his mind insisted there was something malevolent in that grin.
The instant after, she reached down between them, took hold of him in her delicate hand, and aligned him with her warm, damp entrance.
He gradually sank himself inside her, millimeter by millimeter. She was soft, moist, and warm to the touch. She was divine. She was God.
He lodged himself within her to the fullest extent and both professed a quiet sigh. She embraced his face, kissinghim, and engaged him in slow, deliberate strokes. He savoried every single stroke, stretching it out as protracted as possible.
Concurrently, she introduced her tongue into his mouth, he wholeheartedly embraced it. He caressed her tongue with his own, enjoying the intimacy while caressing her perfect form with his hands. She repaid the favor by scratching his back, arms, and hindquarters with her nails.
She felt like velvet to the touch and tasted like honey. She was forbidden fruit. She was utter damnation.
She moaned into the kiss and he deeply felt the sound. Something about the sound felt more pleasurable than her touch. He was as though he could listen to her moans through his ears, but in his heart.
He gradually increased his speed, sliding outslower, then plunging back inside her harder. He yearned to be deeper within her. He wanted all of her. He wanted to give her all of him.
Suddenly she snatched a significant portion of his hair and pulled his face away from hers, ending the kiss.
"Fuck me." She requested quietly yet decisively.
He upped his speed and was hammering into her with a force that seemed primal, as if his own mind didn't even have any say in it.
Strangely, she appeared furious.
"I said..." she more potently tightened her grip on his hair. "FUCK...ME." Her voice was even louder than a thunderclap. Indeed, he was convinced he heard several voices emanate from her mouth at once.
And then he obeyed. He fucked her the way she wanted to be fucked - as hard and fast as he could.
All of a sudden, he perceived her eyes. They were completely black. Black like one enormous iris.
He wanted to enquire about this. He wanted to inquire as to what she was. But he couldn't. Instead, he just stared into her massive pitch-black eyes and continued his thrusting.
She cackled - not just a laugh but a cackle. And again, he was convinced he heard voices from her throat all at the same time.
She knew every thought he was having. He was convinced of it.
He fucked her intensely, harder and faster. His body performed independently of his mind's will.
She was ideal. She was sublime. She was the whole universe. It was as though nothing else existed beyond her. He couldn't perceive anything but her, couldn't perceive anything except her. She was the universe.
And the story ends here. Nothing else matters.
Tell me you want to explode inside me. She expressed it seductively... but her lips didn't move an inch. It felt like her mind directly communicated with his.
She flashed a mischievous grin at him. That devilish grin was always dangerous, yet it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. Her grin was his favorite part of her exquisite body.
"You picked up what I said?" She inquired with a laugh, and he almost jumped out of his skin. Her lips were certainly unmoved.
She made a playful pucker. "What's the issue, baby? You get to be inside my body. Why can't I be inside your thoughts?" The words resonated inside his head. He had nothing to compare this sensation with.
"I'll leave if you want me to." She wept, and her eyes appeared sad.
"No!" He yelled out loud. It was unexpected.
She chuckled, both out loud and in his head. "I've got you." She explained in a simple tone. "You're mine now. You couldn't leave if you tried. But you won't try."
The whole time, he was still hammering into her flawless body. "What in the world are you?" The query was a question of amazement.
She giggled again, pulling him close. She made a point of whispering in his ear, rather than in his head. "I am nothing a being like you could ever comprehend."
He gazed into her eyes in wonder. He knew she was telling the truth. She was beyond a person.
"Are you planning to murder me?" It hit him that if the answer was yes, he would still not have stopped fucking her.
Instead, she just giggled again. He realized he was falling in love with that giggle. "No sweetie, not for a very long time."
Apparently, that was satisfactory for him at the moment.
"Cum inside me, baby." She repeated her request, this time with more enthusiasm.
Every instinct he had said no. But everything in his body pushed him to please her. He wanted to satisfy her. He wanted to be satisfied by her. He wanted to worship her.
Suddenly, she seized his face with both hands and made him lock eyes with her own face, which remained contorted in happiness. "Shoot your wad in me, baby." She instructed.
And just like that, he couldn't hold back any longer. His cock couldn't help but release its seed into her perfect, naughty cunt.
She moaned in absolute bliss. She seemed fully conscious of his cum filling her. She enjoyed knowing he was expelling his load inside of her.
"Yes, fill me with it!" She commanded him.
He couldn't hold back. His cock just kept pumping stream after stream of hot semen into her soft, warm, wicked hole. For minutes, he remained on top of her, jerking involuntarily as he discharged a seemingly inhuman quantity of sperm. It wouldn't cease. His body was never meant to achieve this.
Finally, the torrent of semen ceased and he began to descend back down to reality. It was like the whole world was regaining its balance around him. He hadn't realized how intense the climax had been until it ended.
He rolled off from her and fell onto the bed. Exhausted and dizzy, he couldn't even gather enough energy to drink. He had never felt so utterly depleted in his entire life.
She giggled again as she got up from the bed and made her way towards the open door.
"That was great fun, cutie." She told him with a genuine-looking smile.
She left the room, still completely nude.
"Will I see you again?" He blurted out, and only after he said it did he understand the desperation in his voice.
She rotated back to him and winked. "You're not getting rid of me." And with that, she left the room, still naked as the day she was born.
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