The Succubus Ch. 02

When she lifted her lips from mine, my mind and body rebelled against each other. My limbs relaxed and pliable, my thoughts reeling and chaotic. Her hand stroked my cheek, and I leaned into it, but it was not my will which willed it. When she slid her fingers into my mouth, my mouth sucked but my mind retched. When her fingernails scraped down my chest, my back arched in pleasure even as pain pierced me. And where her hand dragged slow past my stomach and curled into my pubes, carefully tracing around my genitals, my cock thrilled.

As my desire coiled into my belly and thighs, I felt a split in my brain. Some primal part danced awake, pulsing towards her hand, teasing like a cat on a fence teasing a dog. The other recoiled, knowing the inherent wrongness that filled the air. They pitted against each other, precarious, neither quite winning out in the balance of power, an ebb and flow from one to the other which she, my tormenter, controlled. As her hand moved from my cock, my desire pushed forward and she responded by slinking closer. As she threatened to close her fingers around me, my revulsion drew me away.

And when I did, she would smile.

Caught in the cycle, my cock was led helpless. Frustration built up in my balls, and thick heaviness sinking down, and hot lightness pressing up. Pre-cum began to drip on its own accord, the voice of a silent victim caught in the crossfire.She saw it before I felt it, and her eyes glittered in the dark, literally lighting her face, and I saw her for the first time. Her skin was neither light nor dark, or rather, was something like both. Her features were long, a beautiful sadism drawing her red lips to her cheeks. Her teeth were almost human, but came to points, as if her mouth were full of canines. She had no hair that I could see, but her bald head seemed natural.

So her eyes gleamed, watching my cock drip like the first blood drawn from a little prey. She looked me straight in the eye, an eager grin splitter her face. Her fingers jerked towards my cock, stopping at a point of utter equilibrium, where neither my natural revulsion nor my natural desire could give way. There, the pressure build to unbearable, and the pre-cum started to flow from my hot cock head.

"My, my, little boy. You sure look... tasty..." she gasped, a sharp tongue flicking her lips.

I shuddered, both from want and from fear of what her meaning implied. Wary, I eyed her tongue clicking the points of her teeth, but I could still neither draw towards her nor pull away. I stayed trapped by indecision.

But then she made the decision for me. She clawed her hand, her metallic nails glinting in the dark as they pointed towards my cock, and she closed. The tips bit points of a circle around my shaft, and my cry jolted pain and pleasure as she turned the tide for my desire to win the day. With her fingernails catching my cock, I thrust forward and back involuntarily, scraping lines along my shaft. Pain seared into my groin, but I couldn't stop. She held her fingers sadistically still as I, in my mad rush for fulfillment, thrust through them again and again. For all the pain, though, the pleasure was equal. But for all the pleasure, I found only frustration.

Wetness spread over my cock. I wasn't sure if it was blood or pre-cum. It didn't matter to my addled mind. My thrusting continued furious, ever building but never reaching a point of release. She could sense that frustration, and her smile continued to smile, her eyes greedily watching the fluids soak out of my tip. Even in my red fervor, I could begin to see the outline of her breasts come into view, a subtle not-darkness which held firm tear drops beneath her chest. Her own breathing, I could see, was becoming erratic as well, her excitement building in tandem with my roiling frustration.

Of a sudden, her hand changed shape. She released my cock from her cruel fingernails, and clasped the shaft with the skin of her palm. Meeting smooth pleasure at last, the pressure in my cock head built past those few degrees remaining to the point of no return. My mind swirled orgiastic around that small kernel of sense that remained, huddled in horror by the unnatural scene. Bit by bit, my hips found strength from where, I could not guess. I reached that fever point which lay just before all self and semen drained from time. Desperation clung to me like the sweat slicking my brow and hair. Just a bit more... just a bit more... Just... almost...!

"STOP." came her command. And, beyond all laws of biology and sense, to my utter surprise, my thrusting stopped, caught against the invisible bonds which held me before. A moan escaped my lips. My release dialed back, degree by minute degree, until I was no longer in imminent danger of coming. When she saw that, the crease in my brow pleading with my quivering lips, she smiled. Always! Always she smiled! Pleasure, pain, frustration... all met with smiles! And her smile sunk into my belly with a thought. She was pleased.

Without warning, she darted her face into my crotch. She fixed her pointed teeth on my shaft just below the head, closed her lips, and sucked. Pleasure wracked my bound body. I shook, quivered, did all but the impossible thrusting my hips wished. She stayed sucking for a minute, another, more... Time left my mind. All that was in me was the sensation of pleasurable fire swirling around my cock, mixed with the fear of her bite. But she did not bite. She released my cock head, now slick only with the spit of my torturer, and my hips were free to move again.

At least, within the confines of her clawed fingers, opening and closing, opening and closing, never quite touching. With growing suspicion, then terror, I realized she was going to start over, from the very beginning. A low groan limped out of my lips, revealing my understanding and my despair.

"What's the matter, my little boy... Don't you want me?" This said as she leaned near me, her breasts within six inches of my face, swaying slowly with her rhythmic trap. My eyes fixed on them like the pendulum at a hypnotist's office.

As her hand opened, my mind tried to force out a futile, "No..." Even just a whimper. But just before the words could form in my throat, her fingers would close again, and I would say "Yes..." And she would smile. And I would know in my stomach she was pleased. Again and again she did this... "Yes... Yes... Yes...." And the she would close her fingernails around my shaft, and I would thrust again with abandon into searing pleasure, and then when I had built to tongue shattering desperation, she would clasp me in her soft palm until I built again, degree by degree, towards that point of no return, that point which she would not allow me to pass. And she would release me, lower her teeth to my cock head, gently clamp down, close her lips, and suck me into oblivion.

"Insanity..." I laughed, "I'm... I'm insane. I must be. Or else I'm going there...." And I laghed again. And she smiled. And I knew that she was pleased.

Again, yes, again, yes, again, pain, again, fire, again desperation, again denial, again oblivion, again, again, again, again.

I lost count of the cycles. My voice was a gibbering mess. I was beyond even pleading. I couldn't talk, I couldn't groan. Syllables left my lips at random. My eyes could not see for the darkness, but if they could, they would see her cruel condescension, her mocking pity,

"Poor boy... poor boy... Lets do something with that tongue of yours..."

She then leaned her breast towards my lips, and I sucked, nibbled, bit my helplessness. She would stroke my head, as if she were my mother comforting me. But at the end of every cycle, she would draw away and the emptiness was greater than if she hadn't cradled me. And I would be lost again to her teeth, to her insatiable maw.

But always in my stomach, the growing pleasure of knowing she, my tormenter, my comforter, was pleased.

I do not know when she stopped. I had never once orgasmed. I was not of a mind which could care. I mumbled madness. My cock drooped dry. My balls ached from effort. My body convulsed and twitched electric. But, though my mind had left, my desire, Oh! My desire... it remained.