Succubus (Elias and Tiberius)

[Tiberius]

It seemed like a normal night. Adrift in sleep, a handsome, dark-hairred young man lay in his bed, with an expression of sleepful bliss - pleasent dreams.

His mind was in those worlds, of senselessness, fantasy, wonder. His best friends all with charasmatic color, every sound like a fantasia - perhaps it had all to do with being a bit of a lucid dreamer. Yeah, in fact: he found it rutine to be the one with most control - the symphonies were his to conduct, so to speak. In unconscious desire, though, his mind turned to someone in particular. The world grew dark around her, a twenty-something who looked at him with care - someone he loved or at least had loved a great deal.

With the command of dream, he began to undress her - and his senses brought him to her as he had his way with her - but he was done, without sense of finishment. A cycle began, of a growing sexual desire unfufilled by dream after dream, each of which began with him opening his eyes to find someone else.

He opened his eyes, and was in his room. Quiet, dark, simple - white walls, a tv, a bed, a closet - nothing really else, than the dresser the tv sat upon. But something was different; the desire within him was stronger than ever, and at the same time, the pleasures he felt below him were more intense - he felt like he was actually in someone's mouth.

As his vision came to him, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, as he pulled himself up. It was a tad bit more difficult than what he'd expect, as if gravity existed here. He willed a light, but none came on. After a yawn, he looked down at himself, aching to take care of himself.


And, lo, to his surprise, there was a figure rested on him, mouth to his manhood. In panic, he jumped, yelped even. He looked down at her, and as his eyes focused, he began to make out more detail.

[Elia]

An eternity plagued by an inability to have what she so desperately desired, the more carnal nature of human men, so often unsatisfied by their female companions. Wandering aimlessly, she observed that which she was often barred from, hiding in the obscurity offered by the amorphous shapes of twisting shadows. Every inept touch they received, every lingering kiss, awakened her burning desires, as she writhed in the darkness unsatisfied.

An insatiable curiosity over the mistreatment of one particular young man, held her fascination far longer than any she had experienced before. His growing need for release evident in his movements, swathed beneath the covers. Unable to resist the moans issuing gently from his lips, she made her way unhindered into the hazy, moon bathed room. Eyeing him curiously, she raked her gaze over his attractive form. Her tail twitched in anticipation as she spotted his growing arousal peaking beneath the sheets.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she maneuvered lithely over his sleeping form and felt the outline of his body caress her own. Head cocked to the side during her exploration, her fingertips grazed the edge of the sheet, pulling it away from its slumbering occupant. As it fell to the side, a new scent enveloped her, and her eyes turned black with lust. Moving excruciatingly slow over his body, tracing her fingers lightly down his abdomen, she let her hand wander over the bulge straining through his undergarments and traced its outline delicately. The scent had begun to make her mouth water in such close proximity, and she longed to taste that which she had seen others devour.

Releasing the head from its confines first, she lowered her tongue to the tip and allowed herself a taste. It was exquisite. Enveloping more of his length into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch, she allowed her tongue to graze its entire length before swirling around the tip once more. Using her fingers to push aside the skin there, she took in his entire length and felt it push against her forcefully. As she did so, the slumbering man stirred.

Jumping a bit out of her mouth’s reach, she arched her back defensively and glared, unprepared for his reaction. Eyes still blackened in desire, a soft growl emitted from her lips and her breathing came in hitches, having already been consumed with desire. She watched him warily as he inspected her physique. Voluptuous curves heaving ever so slightly in her aroused state, sleek black curls falling over her iridescent skin. Eyes interlocking with his own, even in the depths of darkness. She willed him to her, willed him to release whatever fear it was that moved him so forcefully from her grasp, willed him to succumb to his most carnal desires.

[Tiberius]

"Wh-who are you? What are you? What are you doing here?"

The questions, as they moved past his lips, were spoken not with a fearful but with a demanding and incredulous tone. It wasn't necessarily angry, nor confused; it was almost matter-of-fact. A low baritone, they had the depth necessary to convey himself.

As his vision returned, he had come to see her in her full beauty there, and himself. He had still an undershirt on, but seeing her with his wet, full manhood so objectively, unabashedly there... Brought to the forefront of his mind what was happening.

The truth was, he was really enjoying the feeling, and from within himself a desire that second by second was growing in intensity - he had to fight from grabbing himself. But he was also a very moral sort of man - having vowed away from it all, he began to think of how he would demand the girl to leave, not yet having noticed the tail or anything that couldn't have been explained as a weird woman in costume.

[Elia]

Feeling the edges of her supple lips pull up into a seductive grin at his demands, she spoke in soft cadences as she assuaged his concern. “I am Elia . . . but what I am . . . does not matter.” Slinking her way up the bed on her hands and knees, she hovered mere inches above his form, allowing the heat of their bodies to collide, the electricity between them to mount, forcing herself to retain a small measure of self control.


Latching on to his gaze intently, she exuded a calming aura, one ensuring he would no longer fear her presence. She would let him come to her. Explore her with the same ravenous curiosity she felt not moments before.

[Tiberius]

"What are you doing? Leave, before I call the cops!"

He didn't fear her; he was growing somewhat annoyed. He didn't understand why she was there; he figured he a type of rapist. But he thought she was cute and didn't really have the patience or conviction to see anything happen to her, at least at that moment.

What was possessing him, though, was growing stronger - his left hand came between the two of them, unconsciously grabbing himself. It was obvious he couldn't see himself stop utterly - were she to leave, he'd just finish himself off. But were she to, say, suddenly command him, or sudden increase the power of her attraction, he might just give in to her will.