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Archive name: succubus.txt (MF, demon)
Authors name: Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)
Story title : Succubus

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Succubus (MF, demon)
by Michael (phoenlxarlzona@aol.com)

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suc*cu*bus (suk'yoo-be, n. [pl. SUCCUBI (-bi') 
In folklore, a female demon thought to have 
sexual relations witha sleeping man.

***

I was having the weirdest dream over a several week 
period. It was always the same dream and as time went on 
the dream became more and more vivid. It was getting so 
that I enjoyed going to bed in anticipation of my dream.

This reoccurring dream was always about my sexual 
domination by a beautify female who never quite seemed 
to materialize. All I could ever see was a small portion 
of her body at any one time. Sometimes it would be my 
hand caressing a smooth sliky thigh, or a swollen nipple 
between two of my fingers, or maybe my erect manhood 
slipping between russet folds of sweet flesh as I sank 
in to her to the hilt.

But always the same feeling of total domination and 
complete helplessness and extreme pleasure centered at 
my crotch.

Then the fatigue began to set in. At first it was just 
difficult to wake up in the mornings. I would feel 
bleary, tired and used up, like I'd been out partying 
all night.

The feeling of fatigue became more pronounced as the 
days progressed until I began sleeping in later and 
later. I was getting in trouble at work for being late. 
I felt like I was out of control and the feeling of 
helplessness was overpowering.

The dream became more and more vivid until I began to 
think about it in terms that brought it to life just 
like something that was really happening to me. I'd go 
to bed and begin to fantasize about being dominated by 
the strange female of my dreams. She would do all kinds 
of sexual things to me and I could do nothing but lie 
there and take it.

The feeling of moist hot lips encircling my throbbing 
manhood would make my body shiver in anticipation. The 
light touch of cool dry fingers wrapping around my manly 
shaft would make me moan in pleasure. The feeling as I 
sank my hot quivering tool deep into her moist darkness 
made my body jerk in ecstasy as I pumped my life's force 
into her blackness.

Those dreams were so vivid, so perverted and erotic that 
when I finally woke up in the morning I felt like I'd 
been at it all night and that I had been completely 
drained.

I began to look around my bed in the morning, looking 
for evidence of some sort of debauchery from the night 
before. But except for the sweat soaked sheets and the 
tousled bed clothes there was no evidence of sexual 
release on my part.

Several weeks into this dream state I began to become 
worried. Was I having some kind of nervous breakdown? 
What was going on with me? Why was I so tired all the 
time.

I know you won't believe this next part of my story, I'm 
not even sure that I do. But about half way through one 
night I woke up. I think there was some sort of loud 
noise outside like a car accident or some kind of 
explosion, I'll never know for sure.

But the noise woke me and my eyes popped opened. There, 
purched atop me was a strange looking creature. Her lips 
were closed over my semi-hard penis and her eyes where 
wide as she looked up into mine.

Adrenaline surged through my body with the unexpected 
effect that I became instantly and totally erect and my 
body tensed and quivered in a weird kind of 
anticipation. I watched as my manhood grow and snaked 
into the creature's mouth. Her eyes closed and her head 
began to bob, a rhythmic motion began to take place.

I knew I should jump up, I should have pushed her away. 
I knew that I should stop the she-beast from whatever it 
was doing to me, but the pleasure I was receiving from 
it's motions over my crotch were just too insanely 
wonderful.

I was virtually paralyzed with pleasure as the female 
beast moved her lips down and then pulled back in a 
quickening rhythm, all the time making little mewling 
sounds in the back of her throat.

I'm calling this creature a female because that was the 
impression I was given by her form and movements. The 
curve of a bicep, the skin tone of a calf, the shape of 
a hip, all indicated to me that this was a female.

But what kind of female?

Soon it didn't matter to me what kind of female, she 
could have been a filthy swine for all I cared. The 
pleasure she was giving me was mind numbing. My whole 
body was responding to her touch. My erection felt so 
hard and strong that I felt I could have done anything 
with it including plunging a hole through tempered 
steel.

My heart rate was pounding faster than humanly possible 
in my chest. My breath was coming in gasps and my body 
began to jerk like a rag doll in rhythm with my beast-
lover's movements. Her head bobbing up and down, my body 
jerking up and down, my mind in a daze.

Then like a volcano my release was complete. It started 
in my toes and fingers, a warming like drinking a large 
whisky. The surge pulsed through me traveling up my arms 
and legs to my crotch and then back again, in ever 
increasing surges.

I dazedly looked down at my lover's bobbing head and 
watched her throat move as she swallowed again and 
again. I knew than that I was filling her mouth with my 
seed as if it were the contents of a garden hose.

Soon I saw sticky whiteness oozing from the corners of 
her mouth and knew that my white hot potion was over 
lowing her mouth's capacity. Yet I still came!

I groaned in pain and pleasure as I felt my contractions 
still building. I could actually feel deep down within 
myself the surging white mucus full of my little sperms 
flowing up the inner tubing of my guts and out of my 
body in violent jets that kept coming.

Finally I was unable to accept what was happening to me. 
My body was on overload and yet it still continued to 
produce excruciating pleasure, so much so that my mind 
was beginning to blacken, I could no loger keep my eyes 
open.

**

I didn't regaine consiousness until late in the 
afternoon. As my eyes fluttered open the realization of 
what I'd seen and felt came flooding back to me. What in 
god's name had I experienced?

My mind at fist wouldn't comprehend what I knew to be 
true. But finally I came to the conclusion that I'd been 
sexually molested my some sort of unearthly beast. A 
demon.

I never did get out of bed that day. I just lay there 
until evening and finally turned off the light and 
pulled the covers up to my chin and drifted off to sleep 
again.

Somehow I knew that my dream would come to me again. I 
also knew that if I let myself be dominated by my dreams 
that I'd die. But as I remembered the wonderfully 
fantastic feelings that my female beast had given me the 
night before, well, dying didn't sound like too high a 
price to pay. Did it?

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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