Chapter 5

"Then I'm sorry to disappoint you," George said. "I only run that line to make the ladies think better of me. Do you honestly believe a man can get to thirty-four--in this day and age--without ever having sex?"

Nicole chuckled. She leant over him until his eyes were staring up into hers. Their emptiness was a hole that threatened to tug out his soul and reel it up into limitless black depths.

"Cute bluff," she said. "Not very effective when I can see it clearly for myself."

"How?" George said. "It's not like I have a hymen or anything. What's the difference between spunking my load into a woman's vagina or the palm of my hand?"

"We know," Nicole said.

She dipped her head and sniffed George's chest. Her cheeks reddened and she sighed in pleasure.

"Here." She took his hand and pressed the palm against her crotch. "Do you think this happens around every man?"

George's eyes widened. The fabric of her panties was completely sodden. He felt the cleft of her sex beneath. He drew his hand back in alarm as he felt her vulva move independently against his hand. Like a mouth.

Unabashed hunger shone in Nicole's eyes.

"I want so much to shove your hard cock in my pussy and suck and suck and suck," she said, her supple lips coming together in a luscious pout.

As much as the prospect thrilled George, he knew it would be too much for him. She'd be too much for him. Her passion would incinerate him like a moth in a candle flame. He had to get away.

Nicole started to undress him, first peeling off his jumper and vest from his unresisting body. As she moved down to his trousers George felt flickers of life return to his limbs. The paralysis, or strange state of blissful enervation, was wearing off. He rolled over and kicked out blindly as Nicole tugged at his trousers and underwear. The bed rocked and swayed with violent motion as he struggled beneath her.

His trousers came away and with them Nicole. Naked now, George crawled across the wildly pitching surface of the bed. He reached out with a hand, found the hard rim of the bed, started to pull himself towards it.

A warm weight settled on his back. Nicole lay on top of him, her soft breasts squashed against his back. George stopped squirming.

"It's really not possible for a man to fight a succubus from this position," she whispered in his ear. "Not when he's naked and she's on top of him. Not when her naked flesh is pressed against his."

George's mouth gaped open and he released a little sigh. Her skin felt so good against him--warm and smooth like silk. He felt a pleasant buzz wherever she came into contact with him, a luxurious tingle which left the rest of his skin hungering to experience the same pleasure.

"It takes the fight right out of them." Nicole dripped honeyed sin into his ear. "It's pushed aside as all those illicit little desires come bubbling to the surface."

George gave another soft little groan. His thoughts were submerged beneath a deluge of pornographic images. Full pouting red lips; eyes gleaming with lust; ripe, round breasts with perky erect nipples; glistening pink pussies--all calling out to him, hungry for him. George struggled to hold on as the torrent threatened to wash his mind away.

Nicole came closer. Her soft lips brushed against his ear. "I can satisfy all of them, every last filthy one of them," she whispered in his ear.

George shivered beneath her.

She ran a claw lightly over the skin of his shoulder. "What? Doesn't that appeal to you?"

It did, but his terror of the consequences more than outweighed the stirrings he felt in his balls. It was so unfair.

"Being a virgin at thirty-four is bad enough," George said. "Now I get to be savoured as a delicacy by a devil because of it. Whatever happened to punishing the deserving sinners?"

Nicole's finger tickled down between his ass cheeks.

"We wouldn't be considered evil if we only targeted the bad people," Nicole said. "Do you consider this to be punishment?"

She lightly kissed the back of his shoulder. Her hand cupped his balls and gently pumped. A warm burst of pleasure washed over George's body.

"Oh, but you do," Nicole said. "You tremble like prey. You smell of fear like prey. If I fuck you like this I'll surely eat you all up like prey."

She straddled the small of his back and sat up. Out of the corner of his eye George saw her tail loop around the handle of one of the exotic bottles sitting on a bedside shelf. She lifted it up and brought it back to her.

"I think we'll wear away all those fears with a sexy little massage," Nicole said.