Destined to Keep Cumming Ch. 09

"Do you want it John? Do you want this tight hot pussy on top of your hard cock? To feel the soft walls clamp down on your thick manhood? Is that what you want?"

"Yes, yes, take my cock inside your fucking hot pussy."

Emma plunged down on his cock eliciting a gasp from the man below. There was to be nothing romantic about this one. He wanted a ride and she was going to give him a ride, the ride of his life, the ride to end all rides. Up and down Emma rode his hard shaft. Long and slow followed by short and fast, alternating as she went. John was already moaning under the onslaught of this woman's tight pussy as she worked his cock. He didn't know now, but within minutes he would feel the bite of the succubus once more. John's moaning increased as the fire built again in his cock, a telltale sign of impending climax. Aware of the situation Emma simply sat back down, his cock deep inside.

"You like that John, don't you? You like to feel the tight young pussy wrapped around your hard cock."

"Yes, yes," he moaned "don't stop now."

"You like it so much that you wanted to tell everyone about us. Well, if you like it so much I guess you'd want the full experience. Is that what you want John?"

"Yes," he continued "keep going, let me cum again."

"So you want to cum inside again. You want this succubus to ride your cock all the way."

"Yes, yes," he was almost desperate by now.

"You liked it when you came in Steffi. You liked the kiss of the succubus as she feasted on your cum. And you want to feel that again. Is that right John?"

"Yes!"

"I'll say it again. You want me to continue to ride your cock and, when you finally squirt your seed inside, you want to feel the kiss of the succubus once more as I feast on your cum. Oh John, you need to tell me what it is you want."

"Yes, ride me, make me cum and let me feel your kiss."

Emma started to grind back and forth. She had the permission she needed so now was the time for her own pleasure. Eyes open, watching her every move, John was already moaning at the feeling of that tight pussy grinding up and down his cock.

"Feel it John, feel that warm, tight pussy working your cock. Feel the fires build inside your head. You're nearly there John. Just a little more and then your cock's going to explode inside, flooding my tight pussy with your sticky cum. Am I right John?"

"Mmmmm, more, a little more."

"Your cock exploding inside. My pussy biting down hard and milking you of all you have to give. You want to feel that euphoria as I feed on your salty seed."

John's breathing was coming in gasps, broken only by his continued moans. Emma wasn't sure if he was listening or not, but she had to continue.

"The euphoria as you cum inside. The feeling of your cock being drained followed by your soul itself. Just remember John that Steffi here is a mere adolescent in succubus terms. You want the full blown experience though, don't you John. The ride of your life. A ride you'll never forget."

"So good, fuck me Emma, make me cum."

It was time, time to show this reporter just what a succubus was. Emma simply sat there, his cock lodged inside. She focused her mind on her pussy and as if by magic it sprang into life, pulling his cock deep inside then clamping down on the shaft. John struggled underneath but he wasn't going anywhere.

"What . . . what are you doing to me?"

"Relax John, the best is yet to come. Just lie back and enjoy."

She focused once more on her pussy and the upper walls started to move on their own, gently massaging his bulbous head. Small circles of soft warm wall rubbing up against his sensitive member, inching him closer and closer to the point of no return. It was simply a matter of time and Emma knew it. She sat and waited, letting her hidden pussy walls do all the work for her.

"Aghhh," came a slight moan from below.

"Aghhhhh," a second longer moan.

"Aghhhhhhh . . . "

The third moan, as John came, morphed into a scream as he felt Emma's pussy bite down hard on his head, holding it in place as she fed on his seed. The scream was instantaneous and then replaced by euphoria as he felt his cock being gently milked. Load after load of stick cum being extracted and with each load just a little of his soul was taken. John never realised he could cum so much. It was endless. There he lay, a smile across his face as he felt that pussy continue to milk him dry. He was in heaven at the feeling inside, and still it continued.

"Enough, " he muttered in a tired, more like exhausted voice "no more."

He was struggling to keep his eyes open, drifting in and out of sleep, as Emma continued to feed.

"That's it John. You have the story you always wanted. You can tell the world how you fucked the witches from the woods, how you felt their kiss and how exquisite it was as you came inside. Close your eyes John, let the dream take over. It'll be your secret and yours alone."

There was no reply.

It was a few days later that the news story broke. A local journalist found dead in woodland. The police were investigating but had no concrete leads to suggest foul play. It seemed that he had just been out for a good time, for which the area was renown, and had overdone it somewhat. A heart attack maybe.

There were a number of loose ends though which were confusing matters:

- The permanently fixed smile on his face

- His cock still erect even after this time

- All the evidence of intercourse yet not a trace of anyone else

- A dictation machine missing the cassette tape

Social media was having a field day, with the death being blamed on the witches from the woods. That grainy clip of the two women in the car was now going viral.

Emma sat and contemplated as she read the newspaper.

"Steffi," she called out in a soft yet concerned voice "do you remember what I said about life as a succubus? Of how, eventually, the future would become a life on the run?"

Steffi glanced at her lover, a concerned look on her face.

"I don't think we're quite there yet, but I do think we need to go away for a while, at least until the heat dies down. I've been thinking about this day for a while and have made some plans. There's some things to be arranged but it shouldn't take more than a few weeks. We can come back once people have forgotten about the witches in the woods but for now let's keep our heads down."

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The plane landed at a rather antiquated looking airport in the south of Portugal. It had been a full flight and slowly the passengers offloaded onto a waiting bus and then into the terminal. Finally people trickled through immigration and out into a large busy arrivals area. Young and old alike sidled out, some looking for waiting friends and others scurrying away on their onward journeys. The two young women were no different. Both in their early twenties, one rather short, petite with ginger hair and the other a little taller, long dark hair, slim but heavy chested. Hidden beneath sunhats and wearing dark glasses it seemed that neither wanted to pick up any attention. Each carried a backpack, their worldly possessions held in a single bag.

Another bus down the coast and the two finally disembarked in the typically whitewashed town of Albufeira. It was high season and the town was bustling with tourists, most heading down to the sandy beaches where blue waters lapped gently over the sands. The two though headed in the opposite direction through the town in search of their destination. Map in hand they finally found it, a first floor apartment hidden away in a relative backstreet. As instructed the key was retrieved from behind a key safe and the two disappeared inside.

That evening, the town was buzzing after the heat of the afternoon sun. Families were still enjoying the beach with its golden sands, whilst the bars and restaurants were full of twenty to thirty somethings, enjoying the cheap food and beer. Amongst the crowds were our two women, hand in hand, sauntering through the town. Both had changed, the taller one in a tight fitting black dress and a pair of matching gladiator sandals with straps almost all the way up to her knees. As for the petite ginger haired woman, she had a short black miniskirt over the top of a white body.

There were probably a couple of hours before the sun went down and the nightlife took over. Emma smiled to herself. This was the place for them, the place for a little fun and the place for the next chapter in their lives as succubi. She turned to Steffi and kissed her.

"We are here Steffi, welcome to the next chapter in our new lives."

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We are all fascinated by tales of the unexplained. Myths and legends from long ago. Witches, wizards, demons and devils. The unknown pulls at our conscious and leaves us delving for more. Yet at the same time we all know that such are tales of fiction, of events passed down through the ages, of folklore and imagination. Ask yourself this though, what if not every tale was pure fiction. What if somewhere, just somewhere, one of these creatures of fantasy did actually exist.

Could it be him? Maybe her? Maybe them? Can you really trust everyone to be as normal as you?

You live your life in search of a soul mate and then, without warning, two appear at once. Suddenly life is what you always wanted it to be, and the opportunities are too good to be true. Can you be sure though that all is what it seems?

The End