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Symbiosis
by Dave (ufpe@hotmail.com)
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A succubus unexpectedly encounters a unique ally. (MF,
fantasy)
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As he read his novel by the flickering warmth of the
dying firelight, I gazed at him longingly. A most
likely candidate for my attentions was he, aged from a
multitude of unique experiences into the reclusive hulk
of what once was. Beset by memories, and beyond the
ability to procreate, he would soon cross over into my
world of timeless freedom that he had barely glimpsed
in dreams but dismissed as childlike fantasy. Yet deep
within his loins, the seeds of life still churned with
unfulfilled release beneath the lifeless organ of their
deliverance. As my hunger grew, I wondered if he was
one of the now numerous males that had their life
delivering cords surgically mutilated in a barbaric
attempt to prevent reproduction. Good seed was becoming
more difficult to find and harder still to feed on.
My first memories were of the life that was brutally
torn from me within a few short months of its creation
along with the womb in which it rested. It was deemed
my life should be committed to pleasuring the Inn’s
clientele rather than breeding to repay my Father’s
gambling indebtedness. The remainder of my short life
was spent mostly on my back hosting a multitude of
various unwashed genitals in my now mangled recesses.
They would pound me, flood me, and collapse atop me
with spent passions and empty wallets.
Somehow, despite the revulsion, I found pleasure in
giving pleasure, and learned to focus on my client’s
deepest unmet desires to quickly fulfill their needs
and encourage their return. On one particular August
evening, I was introduced and seduced by a most
charming traveler whose real nature became apparent
once I disrobed and exposed my charms to his lustful
eyes. Years of anger and frustration, undoubtedly
tainted by ale, emerged and I was pummeled into
oblivion with nary a chance to defend myself.
Hence I entered the twilight realm in which I dwell. At
first the misty and formless environment was
frightening. A Sister from untold eons suddenly
appeared through the whispering mists, gently consoling
and comforting me, enlightening me to the wonders of my
new found home before disappearing from whence she
came.
Now unhindered, I travel at whim and will, roaming
through this lonely yet passionate world while taking
the priceless seed from unsuspecting hosts to fill my
hunger. A parasite, I move through the amazing world of
men’s erotic fantasies, enchanting them while drawing
the life giving seed only from the most prolific;
watching their life slip away as my own is renewed.
Time fosters wisdom, and I’ve learned the more mature
seed, though less plentiful, is far more fulfilling.
And too, I’ve seen the ravages of stress, disease, and
contraception reduce this once abundant fertile field
into a weed infested wasteland of tainted seed and lost
dreams – humanity on the verge of inhumanity saved only
by the virtuous and hopeful few.
Even now, as I flow through the frail walls fueled by
my almost incapacitating hunger, I ponder the chances
of humanities survival, much like those before me have
done. He lies under a thin cover that takes the chill
from the cool autumn air with an unshaven smile
compressing the wrinkles of his sleeping brow.
Pausing briefly to marvel at his features, I gently
withdraw the knitted material to expose the plaid
boxers tightly entwined around his upper thighs. With
deftness cultivated by a century of experience, I
gently freed the wrinkled material from his aging skin
and pulled them free without stirring him from his
slumber; now tainted by the erotic fantasy I was
weaving in his thoughts.
Knowing his manhood would be hard pressed to engorge
fully for penetration, I sucked the flaccid flesh into
my mouth, savoring the firmness growing beneath the
soft silky flesh that could only be found on a human
male. My delicate fingers found the crinkled flesh
cradling his two life giving orbs and as my experienced
gaze followed, I spied the unmistakable scar of a
vasectomy. He had no life to offer me this night, so I
gently replaced the blanket and made haste towards the
street and a far more fulfilling host.
He stood magnificently just beyond the front door, in a
dark overcoat with his hands on his hips and an uncanny
grin that revealed two gleaming incisors. He was the
first member of the undead I’d ever encountered.
Different yet similar to the predominant species, he
hungered as I. Somehow I knew he could sedate my need
and I could sedate his.
I knelt down before him and carefully revealed his
beautiful organ of reproduction wordlessly as he
chuckled with anticipation. He closed his eyes and his
cool unearthly fingers buried themselves in my black
flowing hair as I set about freeing his essence from
the two large orbs where they waited. My tongue worked
fervently abound his engorged crown as my lips caressed
the sweet throbbing flesh of his desire.
His passion erupted swiftly into my throat; a burning
essence unlike any I had taken before. His beastly
moans echoed down the lane as his hips thrust
forcefully. I drank until my belly was full yet his
stature and virility remained unaffected as streams of
his essence continued to cascade down my burning
throat.
Finally sedated, I rose to his sinister grin and
trembled within as he gently tilted my head and buried
his fangs into the tender and exposed flesh of my neck.
There was a quick pinch and searing warmth that
cascaded throughout my veins as he drank from me
unrelentingly. As I looked towards the heavens, I saw
the stars began to twinkle, dim, and finally disappear.
I awoke in his arms sometime later, warm and wondering.
His gentle smile refreshed my memory yet I felt no
fear. His cool fingers stroked my face; a gently kiss
on my forehead reassured me, and kept me from flight.
We could hear each other without words and learned that
we had indeed helped one another symbiotically. His
seed would give me new life, and my blood would renew
his.
When I hungered, my newly formed teeth could quickly
pierce the wrinkled skin to access the vast reserves of
life-giving seed my unwitting donor carried, while my
blood would allow this dark and handsome creature the
opportunity to meld the minds of his future victims
with dreams of passion and desire. I would need to
avoid the light, but experience, as would he,
immortality on a previously unknown level.
We parted with a loving kiss and as I rubbed my tongue
over my newest assets, I gave him a parting fantasy
that would last throughout eternity.
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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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