Continuing last night’s theme… I wasn’t sure if this character is a succubus or a vampire, and I’m still not 100% sure. Perhaps, I’ll let the story write itself which is what happened last night J This is Lust’s last official night by the way… Greed wants her turn 😉
She continued to stroke him to life, feeling the velvet hardness of him heavy in her hand. She smiled at him and traced her lips over his softly, gently, before letting her tongue trail down from his lips to his neck, flickering over his pulse points. She could feel the life thrumming inside of him and she wanted it desperately.
He moaned at her ministrations, and she chuckled softly before letting him go. She pulled down at his underwear. As she pushed them down his body, she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his tip. She suckled on him for a few minutes, taking in his twitching and panting before releasing him. She gently scraped her teeth against his tip before sliding back up his body, her tongue tracing patterns up his torso. She flickered her tongue over his nipples as she passed them, before capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
“Do you want me?” She whispered. He nodded dazedly, and she chuckled throatily. Pushing him back on the bed, she took in his nude and aroused state with dull, glassy eyes. She slid off her panties, keeping the rest of her lingerie on before climbing on the bed. The smell of the incense and candles surrounded them as she slid down on his rock hard member.
She moaned appreciatively as she began to thrust against him, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the sensation of her surrounding him. She rocked back and forth for a few moments before stopping and grinding down on him hard. Running her hands up and down his torso, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue against his lips again before lifting herself up and impaling herself once more upon him.
“I want your life force…” she murmured, clenching against him. She continued to grind over him, his breath coming in gasps as she moved. “Give it to me…” she groaned, reaching her hand down and flicking her fingers over her clit.
“Yessssss…” he hissed, thrusting himself into her suddenly. She continued to let him move against her, her eyes beginning to glow silver in the light of the room. Her fingers flicked over her clit faster and faster as she moved against him, her own moans joining his as she approached her peak.
“I’m coming…” she murmured, bearing down on him. Her walls clenched against him as he let go, shooting his seed deep inside her body. As the sticky fluid coated her insides, his heartbeat began to slow. She continued to milk him as she rode out her orgasm, his heartbeat finally stuttering to its end. She fell down against him as her body jerked once, then twice, before the silver light of her eyes surrounded the two of them. Soon his body was completely vanished, her own partially nude form on the bed, the only sign that he had been there the trickle of come from between her legs.
She stretched languidly before standing up and moving to the altar in the corner of the room. She reached between her legs and swiped some of his life fluid onto her finger tips, licking them before plunging her hands into the cauldron that sat there.
Her body went stiff as her spell took hold, and her whole body flickered between several incarnations – an old woman, a young girl, and the form that she had taken in the club. That too also began to alter, her hair and eyes changing colour rapidly, her breasts becoming larger and smaller as each visage took its place. Finally the flickering stopped, and she opened her eyes. What had once been blue eyes were now violet and her hair was now a lustrous black, falling to her knees, replacing the short blonde bob she had worn when she had gone to the club that night looking for her victim. She strode through the apartment to the bathroom and examined herself in the mirror, tweaking her nipples.
“Another twenty years of life…” she chuckled softly to herself, before looking back at her altar which she had prepared earlier. She smiled, a dark smile, as her magicks took hold of her body and giving her a youthful and young appearance. A young man every decade or so, sacrificing his life to extend her life and youth?
It was worth the dark magick she practiced, the Sorceress mused, before going in search of her robe again. She was in the mood for some tv and ice cream now that her rituals were complete for another night.
Author’s Note: She turned into a Sorceress. Who knew?!