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Subject: {ASSM} Demon Lust chp 17 - Succubus (inc)
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Demon Lust Chapter 17 - Succubus

Demion squirmed in his bed, tossing his head as he sank deeper and
deeper into the nightmare that haunted his dreams. He was running
through the woods again, following the echoes of a girl's screams that
filled his heart with terror. He knew he had to get to her, he had to
save her from a horrible fate, but as he tried to fight his way
through the thicket, he stumbled over roots in the darkness and his
cloths were torn by thorny branches.

At the prize of having thorns pierce his skin, he tore free as
another, desperate scream pierced the night. He cursed through
clenched teeth, knowing deeply inside, he would be - again - too late
to save her. The triumphant howl of a hunting hound finding its prey
chilled his soul. He broke free, driven by the horrified screams that
followed the last howl and stumbled into the clearing.

The hound was hunched over his victim who franticly hit her small
fists into his flanks. She tossed her head, refusing to accept what
was about to happen. She saw him break out of the woods and stared at
him, her young face frozen in a pitiful plea for help, an expression
that turned into a reproachful stare as the beast's fangs sank into
her throat, turning her last scream into a wet, bloody gurgle that
spilled from her open mouth. He stared at her face, unable to move, as
her dying eyes asked him why he had let her down.

His mind screamed as he watched the hound feast on its prey, shaking
the girls body as teeth and claws teared through flesh, but he was
unable to move a finger. The face kept staring at him and although he
knew she must have been dead, her mouth moved, asking silently where
he had been when she needed him.

The anguish of watching the beast indulge in the innocent girl's flesh
finally made him scream, an angry, hateful scream as he tore his
weapon from the holster. The hound turned its head and stared at him,
the silver haired stigma shimmering in the light of the moon as it let
the girl's torn bloody body fall on the ground and turned its
attention to him. Demion aimed at the stigma and pulled the trigger,
determined to kill the demon once and for all.

The clicking sound of the failing weapon seemed deafening in the
silence of the night. The beast charged towards him, crossing the
distance in two huge leaps, it's howl clenching the demon hunters soul
in an ice cold grip. Glistening fangs filled his vision as the hound
reached him and hurled him to the ground, sinking it's teeth into his
body. The force of the beast's attack made his limbs flail and it
shook him like a puppet, knocking the wind from his lungs, filling his
core with searing pain until a desperate scream built from deeply
within.

The scream finally broke the nightmare. He gasped in a startled shock
as his body was shaken in the dim light that flooded the room through
the open door.

"Wake up Demion, wake up! Jesus, what is happening?!"

Pater Gregorius' concerned face stared down at him as he slowly
stopped shaking his friend. Demion felt the cold sweat on his body as
he reached for the priest's hand.

"It's only a dream Demion, it's ok, it's over!" the old man tried to
calm him.

Demion slowly shook his head. "She's not dead Pater." he whispered
into the darkness, his voice hoarse and trembling. Although being
awake now, the fear and terror he felt watching the hound charge were
still there, vanishing only slowly as he tried to calm down. "She's
far from being dead..."

-o-

Adam stared into the fridge. It was 5 AM and he didn't sleep for even
a second this night. From the moment the police called him and asked
him to come to the station, everything seemed to be lost in a blur.
When he was told Amber had been attacked by the same beast that killed
his wife he almost fainted. His little darling was sitting on a chair
when he arrived, frightened, wrapped in a blanket, her face pale as
she stared to the ground without saying a word, shaken by strange
shivers that shook her body every now and then.

He remembered answering questions, but he didn't remember any of them.
The only thing he was aware of was the wave of hot hate he felt as
Pater Gregorius and the stranger returned with the corpse of the beast
that had attacked his angel. He had stared at the dark furred dog,
huge, bigger than any dog he had ever seen, half of its head a bloody
mass of flesh and gore where the stranger's bulled killed it and saved
Amber. Somebody whispered something about rape, only to be hushed to
silence.

He had stared at the carcass, nails digging into the flesh of his
palms as hot emotions turned his face into a ghastly mask. There was
screaming and a short fight as he wrestled a weapon from an officer's
belt and emptied the magazine into the corpse. Nobody realized it had
not only been hate that made him loose control so completely.

Adam didn't know how much time they spent there. They finally returned
and Amber went to her room, without looking at him, without saying a
word. He knew he should have taken her in his arms, that she needed
him now, but there was something about her that made it impossible for
him.

Finally, he reached out for the bottle of milk and took a gulp of the
cold liquid. He felt it flow down his throat, battling the heat of his
emotions until it reached the hard lump in his stomach. He put the
milk back into the fridge and closed the door. Turning his head, he
saw the figure standing in the door, dressed in a T-shirt.

"Amber..." He muttered surprised. She didn't move as she watched him
stand the in his pyjamas in front of the fridge.

"I didn't hear you get up. You can't sleep either, can you."

He felt silly, the moment the words left his mouth, but he didn't know
what to say. The moonlight, shining through the kitchen window bathed
her face in a pale light. He noticed the forms of her body, modeled by
the light, the swelling of her breasts, the faint shadow of her
nipples that pressed against the thin fabric of the shirt that barely
covered her hips.

Amber looked at him without answering. Silently watching she slowly
moved, crossing the kitchen in what seemed to be an eternity. He
couldn't help but notice the sensuality that radiated from her body,
from the way she moved until she was close enough to be touched.
Watching he vulnerable body move closer reminded him what had happened
earlier this night and he felt tears well in his eyes. He reached out
to take her in his arms, determined to protect her from all evil in
this world.

Arms embraced him and they stood there like this for an eternity,
holding each other in a tight embrace. He listened to her breathing,
listened and felt how she inhaled and then, after a long pause, let
the breath flow from her lips in a trembling way that almost resembled
to a soft moan. He felt her slowly move up, until she was standing on
her toes, her face next to his and he felt her warm breath tickle his
ear.

"Let me help you find sleep..."

The words were just a whisper and yet they had a sensual, sultry vibe,
that sent a shiver down his spine. All of a sudden he was conscious of
her firm young breasts pressing against his chest, the warmth of her
body pressed so tightly against his and the movement of her belly as
she breathed. He reached from her arms to stop her from hugging him so
tightly, but instead he felt himself caressing her arms and back.

He told himself he was only trying to comfort her, to make her forget
the horrors of the night. Her soft lips exhaled again next to his ear,
a soft sound that sent the shiver further down his spine until it
reached sleeping needs. He blushed, feeling how his body reacted to
the proximity of his forbidden fantasies. Again he tried to brake the
embrace, to step back, but she followed him step by step until he felt
the edge of the kitchen table stop them.

Amber smiled as she felt his reaction. She licked her lips and
shivered as she felt his arousal grow. She squirmed slowly,
deliberately, until the sign of his needs was trapped between their
bellies, it's heat making him groan in embarrassment.

"No honey. Amber... stop..."

A soft moan stopped the protest, a moan caused by the sensation of
hands reaching the lower end of the T-shirt and caressing the soft
warm skin they found there. She felt the hands stop for a moment as he
realized what he just did. She squirmed again, only a little, and let
a small moan escape her lips as both felt the touch of his hands and
the intimacy between their bellies.

She knew he was struggling, fighting the needs as he always had in the
past. But deep down she also knew that the deal had been sealed on the
witch stone, sealed by the hounds semen and his blood. Her hands moved
down his sides and then up, popping each button of his pyjama top
open. Adam reached for her hands in an attempt to stop her, only to
find his fingers kissed by warm wet lips, at touch that sent another
surge of heat down his spine and into his loins.

"Amber, what are you doing?! Stop this! God.. Please..."

His hands moved down his belly in an attempt to stop hers, only to
feel warm lips kissing his fingers, the skin of his chest, to feel a
tongue, warm and wet, press into the gap between two fingers. He knew
he had to stop this, but he couldn't help to notice the warmth of her
lips and tongue was only inches from the throbbing heat, heat that was
now trapped in the warm soft valley of her breasts. He groaned his
feeble protest as soft fingers opened the knot that held the pants to
his hips.

Amber kissed a finger, her lips sliding along it. A deep moan escaped
her lips as the finger slipped between lips, into her mouth and
started to caress her tongue. She looked up at him and let the finger
slip from her lips the moment their eyes met and her hands moved into
his cotton pants to hold his feverish flesh. His eyes were wide open
as he stared at her, unable to believe what had just happened.

"I'll stop if you want me to Adam..."

His mouth opened in a protest that didn't leave his mouth. He was
screaming in his mind at her, telling her to stop, telling her to end
this, but all she heard was the gasp and moan as her hands squeezed
his meat. He stared in her eyes, wondering why they were black as the
night and then gasped again as she freed his cock and licked along the
veiny shaft.

He reached down to stop her, only to find his hands hold her head, to
see fingers sink in silky hair. He knew it was wrong, knew he had to
stop her, but the feeling of her wet lips on his swollen meat muted
his mind and when the warm wetness engulfed the spear head of his
needs, his hands and hips moved on their own will.

The sounds of her fellatio filled the room, the wet sounds of her lips
on his cock, groans and moans of a man and a woman lost in lust. As
much as the wetness and warmth of her mouth aroused him, as much the
succubus feasted on the sins of her victim. She felt his struggle, she
felt his mind scream in agony, screaming for her to stop this. And yet
his hips kept thrusting the hardness of his flesh into the warmth of
her mouth. She felt his arousal, she felt his mental fight and it fed
her lust.

He felt the heat move up his legs and into his cock, heat he knew
would soon unload in an explosion of lust and he knew there would be
no turning back should he allow it to happen. He managed to pull her
head back, almost enough to free his cock. He stared down at her, down
at his angel who stared back at him with her black eyes. The head of
his cock vanished between her wet lips and he heard her moans of lust.
He opened his mouth to tell her to stop, he felt the words form, as if
they would be in a race with the explosion that was about to shatter
his world.

Her eyes opened wide and he stared at the wild expression of
uninhibited lust on her face as her body shook. Adam watched her
climax and the thought of her reaching her climax from nothing but
sucking his cock decided his fate. He felt every muscle in his body
tense as the heat threatened to explode. He desperately tried to hold
back, but his scream announced his defeat as the heat pulsed along his
meat, squirting into the waiting warmth of Amber's mouth.

Amber felt the sweetness of her triumph on her tongue. She looked at
him, savoring the expression of wild lust, confusion and defeat on his
face as he pumped load after load on her tongue. She let her lips slip
from the cock and stroked him slowly, moaning as she felt more warm
wetness land on her face.

She looked at him, his cock still hard in her hands as she caressed
him. Slowly she let go of him and, never letting his eyes slip from
hers, laid on the floor in front of him. Adam watched her, watched her
spreading her legs for him, the wetness of her swollen lips begging
him to do what he knew he could never deny her. The reasoning words of
his mind had ended, killed by the force of his lust. He moved over
her, burying her under his weight and when he pushed his burning need
into the welcoming softness of her flesh, he knew he never wanted this
to end.

Amber felt the rise of her power as he entered her. Her muscles
squeezed her lover. Her lust didn't feed on the stimulation his
thrusting cock gave her body. Her lust fed on the sin she finally
managed him to commit. She moaned as his thrusts grew more urgent. She
knew he no longer cared about who it was he was about to pump his
semen in. Her hands held his ass, guiding him, urging him to do it and
when he grunted and lost his rhythm, she pulled him close to feel him
cum deeply in her womb and laughed.

A laughter that announced the world the birth of a new succubus.
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