Chapter 7

"My pussy is hungry," Nicole said, letting her soft hand caress up the underside of George's cock. "I think it's time to let her feast."

George would have been more concerned by her words had his brain not been suspended in a thick fog of pleasure. Nicole looked at his empty, blissed-out state and tutted.

"First we should clear your head a little."

She rested a palm on George's forehead. He felt a sudden hot flash and the clouds obscuring his mind were blown aside.

"Wha-ha?" George said. He felt like he'd just woken up from a pleasant dream.

"Too much pheromone," Nicole said.

She lay next to George and lazily pumped a hand up and down his twitching cock.

"For some of my clients it's a kindness to have them spend their last moments submerged in a fog of purest bliss," Nicole said. "I didn't think that was fair on you. A man should fully experience the moment he loses his virginity."

"Thanks. How thoughtful," George said sourly.

Nicole slid on top of him and straddled his midriff. She pinned his arms to the gently rocking bed. She looked down at him and smiled.

"What's the matter," she said. "You did say you weren't against the idea of casual sex, providing the other participant was willing."

Her tail coiled around his cock and started to pump up and down, keeping him at full hardness.

"And I'm extremely willing," Nicole beamed.

No, George wasn't against the idea of casual sex. But this, spread-eagled and straddled by a demon from the pits of hell, wasn't exactly how he'd pictured losing his virginity.

"Don't look at me like that," Nicole said. "I know you're secretly enjoying this."

She lay down on him. Her soft breasts rested on his chest. Her arms went around him in an embrace. Her pleasant perfume filled his nostrils.

"I'll let you in on a little secret," she whispered in his ear.

Her tail continued to masturbate George's cock. He felt his body respond as his hips started to move up and down in time with her moments.

"I don't feel pleasure," she said. "Not in the conventional sense. I only feel the pleasure I give to my sexual partners."

She leant closer. Her soft lips brushed against the lobes of George's ear. He felt her warm breath tickle his skin.

"And I'm very adept at giving them pleasure," she whispered.

Her tail squeezed his cock. The flat arrow-point tip wrapped over George's glans like a tight hood. George gasped as it squeezed him. His body shuddered uncontrollably, sending waves flowing outwards across the bed, as the coils of her tail bunched up and stroked up and down his shaft. As much as his throbbing balls wanted to disgorge their contents, the seal around the base of his cock held.

Nicole sat up and laughed.

"Mmm, nice," she said.

She released the head of his cock. George gasped as he felt the tip of her tail hook and tease the opening to his urethra as it slid off him. Shivers of pleasure ran through his body.

"I'm just a plaything for your pleasures," he accused.

Nicole sat up. She cocked her head to the side. Her tail continued to give stimulation to his cock.

"Yes, I suppose you are," she said. The corner of her mouth turned up in a wicked smile. "You're my little toy and I'm going to play with you all night."

She reached behind her to fondle his balls.

"How is this different to rape?" George asked.

Nicole put a hand to her mouth and laughed even louder than before. She pinned George's arms back to the bed and leant down until her nose was brushing his and her empty black eyes were staring right into him.

"Silly boy," she said. "A succubus never rapes her victims. Rape is sex without consent and a succubus's victim always gives consent ... in the end. They even expire with a smile on their face."

That wasn't much comfort to George.

"Don't worry," Nicole said. "I'll push the corners of your mouth down so you look all serious for the undertakers."

George's eyes widened.

Nicole ducked down closer. "That was a joke," she whispered in his ear.

George's brow furrowed. What did she mean?

Nicole sat back up. She lifted her body up and moved backwards until she was directly above George's crotch and his bobbing, swollen erection.

"Enough foreplay," Nicole said. "It's time my pussy was fed."

She lowered her body and used her tail to steer George's erection to the naked cleft of her sex. A mixture of excitement and trepidation flooded through him and he tensed as he felt her weight press lightly against the swollen head of his cock. Her labia, those thick fleshy lips, parted around his swollen glans and he felt the wet folds of her inner sex against the head of his cock.

"It's still rape," George said.

His hips twitched. Another orgasm was sent back by the seal Nicole had placed around the root of his cock.

Nicole laughed. "I think your body would beg to differ," she said.

George's hips had seceded from the rest of his body. They jerked and flexed of their own accord. Part of him had been waiting--longing--for this moment for a very long time. The little matter of the girl on top of him being a demon wasn't going to dissuade his body from pushing his manhood up into her juicy, taunting snatch.