Sleeping with her is a draining experience.
For hundreds of years Carina has killed those she is intimate with by draining their life force. That is her purpose, she is a succubus. When she meets Garron her life changes. She discovers she can allow those she is intimate with to live by only draining part of their life force. Being with him awakens something inside her that has been dormant for many years–– emotions. Her life is changed, but not everyone is happy about the new Carina.
A evening in the life of Carina the Succubus
Pulling her to her feet, Ken backed her to the couch and forced her into a seated position. Briefly he kissed her lips but she knew he had other goals in mind. She tilted her head back at his urging as he kissed his way down her neck.
A hiss of pleasure tumbled from her when Ken’s lips closed around her left nipple. He sucked it and laved her areola for some time. It rapidly peaked from his attentions. As did her other nipple. Ken shifted to her right breast and showered her nipple there with more attentions.
Carina smoothed her shaking hands over his back and let the emotions within her climb to a new level. Her ever-increasing need made her squirm. While he nearly devoured her breasts his hands were busy. He bunched her skirt up around her waist. His forefingers hooked under the thin strings of her panties and feverish hands tugged them over her hips. She raised her butt from the couch to allow him to pull them down further.
For the first time Carina allowed her head to tilt forward to look at the man giving her pleasure. He lifted first one of her legs and then the other removing her panties completely. He tossed the saturated item against the wall.
"Oh fuck me you’re bare." His whispered words rose to her.
She let him spread her legs wide exposing herself more.
"Oh God," Carina cried out and moaned as his mouth descended on her sex. His tongue delved between her smooth folds driving deep into her. Obviously Ken was experienced in how to please a lady with oral. His right hand left her knee and soon a thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles added to her soaring arousal.
Not long, she promised her hungering body. It won’t be long.
Although his thumb continued to stimulate her clit he drew back his mouth pulling away from her throbbing needy sex. His whispered words rose to her ears. "I was right in my guess. You taste just as sweet down here."
"Oh fuck," she begged. "Please don’t stop. I’m so close."
She could feel his grin against her bare folds when he covered them once more. His tongue drove deep within her lapping at the juices she amply supplied. Like a lightning bolt her climax struck. Shredding her and sending electrical pluses racing along her many nerves. Her hips bucked and Ken’s grip on her knee tightened. The thumb on her clit went away. She no longer needed its stimulations. His mouth was enough to keep her soaring in a world of ecstasy. His hand clamped on her other knee holding her legs open wide. Ken continued to swallow the sweet honey that flooded from within her.
Her climax began to taper allowing her to process coherent thoughts once more. Now, her mind screamed, do it now.
Her hands that clutched the couch flew down and twined in his hair, their grip became fierce. Her legs snapped together heedless of his hands holding them open. I’m much stronger than I appear dear Ken. Her thighs clamped against his cheeks, holding his head vise like between them. The grip of her hands and legs forced him to keep his mouth open and pressed tight to her throbbing sex.
The beginnings of a new sensation just as pleasurable as her climax crept into her. Ken exhaled into her channel his hot breath only fanning the fires already there. He couldn’t breathe in his position and Carina couldn’t care less.
She drew in more of his life force from his open mouth. Warmth spread though her, setting her nerves to tingling again. The powerful sensation of consuming his life force felt just as wonderful as her climax had a few moments earlier.
She drew in more of his life essence. His fists beat against her legs futility. His muffled screams of agony vibrated her folds and surged into her passage. Ken shuddered and one last hot breath warmed her fiery channel more. She pulled harder. Her pussy throbbed against his open mouth until at last she had drained him completely.
Her thighs were shaking when Carina opened her legs and let the shriveled corpse that had once been Ken slide away from her. It settled in a puddle to the floor of the van. The body continued to both shrivel and shrink until at last it melted from existence completely. Only his clothes remained.
G.E. Stills lives in the southwest with a loving wife, a dog and a cat. He has grown children with children of their own. In his younger years at school his teachers told him he had a vivid imagination if they could just read his writing. His long hand was/is terrible. Tongue in cheek, he blames it on being left handed and is very thankful for modern day word processors. While raising and providing for his family he didn’t write for many years. Now that his children are grown he spends much of his time in front of his computer monitor. In his spare time he likes camping and sailing on a nearby lake in his pleasure boat.
G.E. Stills heeds the call of the many characters that pop into his mind and demand to have their stories put in print. Their tales are both serious and humorous. A multi-published author, his stories cover many genres including contemporary romance, paranormal romance and science fiction. His stories are both erotic and non-erotic in nature. G.E. is the leader of a local writers group and in addition hosts a meeting of his own locally on fiction writing bi-monthly.
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