On the hot trail of a Succubus (Closed for NotShyGuy)

Eldan01

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It was another dark, cold, unforgiving night. It was perfect. The moon hung high in the sky showing all the village’s minions running for shelter to keep warm, how pathetic. A crocked smile slowly formed on her face thinking of the warmth her kiss could bring them. Such pleasant thoughts, she turned away from the window to face her companion for the evening. She had been lucky to find such a vigorous, though a loud and obnoxious, man in such a small nameless town in the middle of nowhere.

“One would think by having an ancient name and a ruthless master that you’d be protected from annoying humans wishing to end your existence. “

Thin dark red fingers scratched along the sweating pale skin of her guest. She loved how weak and scared they’d become after their first kiss. It was always the most boastful ones that would surrender to her the quickest.

“You see,” small blue wisps of smoke escaped from the man’s skin as she slowly let her hand slide down towards his waste, “I don’t like to be rushed!”

Her hand went flat down onto his stomach as wisps of blue smoke rushed to escape from under her hand. A loud grown burst out of the frail man’s mouth, as if begging the fates to help him. Slowly she lifted her hand and walked to the end of the bed.

“I wish to thank you with one final kiss.”

Gently she moved his legs apart and placed one of her knees on the bed crawled towards his exposed groin. This was her favorite part. She slowly moved forward as if to tease the weak man with promises of her beauty touching his manhood, she stuck her tongue out and licked a few inches away from his cock in a motion upwards. Another grown from the head of the bed, only this time of frustration as his cock quickly responded to her playful motion. This was one place she left for last; she wanted it to be as big and thick as it was when this man was at full strength. This was her desert, her present for doing such a good job; a thick, hard, and throbbing cock. As it grew in front of her, her smile widened as she made kisses at it. She knew it was a little silly but it was her favorite time to play, she didn’t care.

“I want it!”

She gasped and with mouth wide open she took his hard cock deep into her mouth feeling it touch the back of her throat. Her dark black hair floated in front of her face as she moved up and down licking as much of this wonderful piece of flesh as she could. She peered up to see the look on her lover’s face. Through the thick strands of hair that had fallen, she could see his head tilted back. Apparently moans were a lot easier to make as they were filling the air with every thrust of her head. Down all the way on his cock so that her tongue could lick the base of his cock as blue wisps of smoke excited her mouth and covered her face.

Both her knees were now on the bed with her ass in the air. She wished her master was there to share in this wonderful experience. She was in his favorite position and everything, though she knew it would not be so, he had a new play thing and it was no longer her.
A scream of pain leapt out of the weak man, it shocked her back to the dirty inn room. She could feel a little blood trickle down her thumbs. She peered to the side, ensuring the cock wouldn’t leave her wet mouth seeing that her nails had pierced the names skin. She didn’t care this man was hers now. She started to suck and move a little faster, up and down. The man arched his back, she was impressed not many men have been able to move like did when she was having her desert. His cock was throbbing larger she knew it was going to explode, a little faster. She wanted it so badly, she needed it.

The door to the dank room flew open smashing against the wall. A tall dark figure stepped into the room.

“Yattara.”
 
It had taken several days of hard riding to reach his target. You could barely even call this place a town. The locals didn't even have a name for this tiny collection of buildings that they called home. Rather than a town, it was more of a rest stop for weary travelers on their way to somewhere more important. But to Jin, this was exactly where he wanted to be.

He was hunting a succubus. One who had left a trail of victims behind her and had thus earned quite a large bounty for the man who could stop her. As a demon hunter, it was his duty to hunt down and stop any demon activity, but the promise of a large sum of gold made finding Yattara particularly interesting to him. By learning her name, Jin had been able to buy a small charm that helped him track her down, although it could only help him find her general location, not pinpoint her and only once she was within a certain distance.

They had played a long game of cat-and-mouse, he had only been able to catch of glimpses of her before she slipped out of his grasp time and time again. Each time she did, it could be days before he heard of another attack and rode out to investigate.

Fortunately, in such a tiny town, the tavern was really the only place that she would be. He had been walking through the hallways, trying to find some sign of her presence when he heard the moans of a man in obvious pleasure.

Jin had debated whether to go into the room. After all, it could just be two lovers enjoying each other, until he heard the scream of pain. He decided that he had been just hunting Yattara long enough, it was time to earn that bounty.

With a hard kick, the door flew open and he stepped into the room, drawing his sword. Not only had he found the succubus, he had caught her in the act. "Yattara," he said aloud. "You're not getting away this time. Let him go," he nodded to the man trapped beneath her.
 
Yattara jumped back as if the air itself had carried her and crouched on her imagination windowsill. She let out a low hiss glancing at her unfinished meal and then to the tall man standing in the doorway. How she would love to hang him up in her world and torture him with all the thoughts she had been reserving for this insect. This man was causing her more than just a nuisance, now he was impeding her pleasure.

Spreading her legs her hands gently moved across her waste as she played with the lining of her black panties. She let her wings spread; they had been cramped in all night. No need to hide her beauty, they knew what she was.

“I agree Jin, this must stop.”

A small flash of light covered her hands and a long whipped appeared. She stepped down and stood in her full splendor in front of her unfinished meal and her hunter. She didn’t like to be hunted. With a quick flick four black bands flew out at Jin, shackling his wrists and ankles to the door frame.
 
Jin saw the whip appear in Yattara's hands and readied himself for a fight. He had been expecting her whip to either strike at his body, or attempt to take his sword. But what he hadn't anticipated were the four black bands that came flying from the whip. As his wrists hit the door frame, his sword fell from his hand, landing on the floor with a clatter.

He couldn't tell what kind of material his shackles were made of, but the door frame was simple wood and mortar. He began to pull against his bonds, his muscles straining as he tried to yank them free.

"I'm not letting you get away again," he said as he struggled.

In truth, he didn't know what Yattara had planned. Perhaps she was planning on finishing her meal, or taking the opportunity to escape, or something else completely, but Jin knew that he needed to free himself to have any chance of stopping her.
 
She finally had him, why hadn’t she thought of that move before? So simple yet so affective; glancing over to her meal she could see him struggling away from her as she slowly walked towards her new bound pray.

A quick pause in front of the bed, “If you can get up, you’re free to go.”

Walking by, she gives a slight waive of her hand over the dying man.

A shocking look erupts from the man’s face as he realizes his legs were working again. He jumps out of the bed and dashes under Jin’s legs and out the door.

“We’re finally alone.” Winking at Jin she stepped up brushing her hard nipples against his chest.

She could feel his strong thighs as her fingers drew up towards his crotch. It was so easy, so presented to her. No one could resist the lustful things she could offer.

“You are a very strong man Jin, maybe you’ll last longer than your predecessors.”

Her hand gently slid over the front of his crotch. She could feel it growing under the fabric. She knew he would fight his urges but her desirable body always won that mental battle of her victims.

“I see you want to play with me. You have me know Jin, I should share with you what I do with my lovers.”

Kneeling down and spreading her legs wide open she places her face at the bulge of his pants as though he was seeking her out. She ran her nose up and down and pressing just enough so he could feel her touch. Grasping his spread thighs, her warm wet tongue slowly licking from the base all the way to the tip of his growing cock.

Noise came bustling from down the hall, quickly it became louder and louder. Shouts of anger and fear echoed towards the back room.

“It seems we are going to be interrupted.”

Her wings pop out showing their glory as she lightly jump up placing her feet on his and grasping her hands around his strong arms. Thrusting a hard kiss on his lips, she grinds her hot wet pussy over his throbbing cock. Blue smoke feverishly bursts out of her mouth and she jerks herself back.

“I just wanted to share that feeling with you, wouldn’t want you to feel left out.”

Yattara cackles as she glides back to the window.

“See you in the next town over!” Stepping out the window her wings quickly cover her and black smoke surrounds her long enough to engulf her and then vanishes.
 
The man who had escaped may have been an obnoxious boor, but at least he had been smart enough to summon help. "In here!" Jin yelled between coughs as the room filled with black smoke. He finally pulled hard enough to yank free the chain that had been holding his right hand from the doorframe. The other men who had arrived helped him with the others. There was a brief moment of confusion until Jin introduced himself as a demon hunter, which seemed to calm down the others, now that things were making sense. In time, the man would recover the essence that Yattara had stolen, with no ill effects.

Once the others had left, glad that no one had been killed, he pulled out his map of the area. He remembered Yattara's words, "See you in the next town over!" Tarsh was the nearest town from the tavern, and given that she hadn't been able to fully feed, she would still be hungry.

He saddled his horse and rode hard, only stopping when it became so dark that he could no longer see the road properly. Starting a small fire off the side of the road, he slept fitfully, taunted by dreams of Yattara, her full breasts, her soft tongue and hot pussy. He woke in the morning to find his blankets tented by his cock, which had become achingly hard through the night.

When he arrived, the tracking charm showed that she was definitely in the area, but once again, could not tell him exactly where. It didn't help that every time he thought of her, his cock would jump in his pants, thinking about the teasing glimpse of the hellish pleasures she had had shown him.

As night fell, he gave up his search for the day and found an inn to spend the night. Taking a key from the innkeeper he went upstairs. However, the absentminded innkeeper had meant give Jin the key to room 9, but had given him the key to room 6 by accident. The demon hunter opened the door to room 6 to find that it was already occupied...
 
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