9. Nephilim King Strikes Again #3
One thing to know about succubae––we consider voyeurism to be a competitive sport. But, I have ethics, so I ask, “Now that you have found each other again, would you like me to leave as you continue to rock and roll, or can I stay and observe?”
“Stay, Aleiraah,” Ispahan hoarsely calls out, switching his lips to Zahara as Zenith sucks on his jawline.
“And feel free to direct us, I know the succubae like to orchestrate.” He says in between kisses.
Yess!
I wait it out and watch them fondle each other before I call out in a firm voice, ”Why don’t you lie down, Ispahan?
Put your head on Zahara’s lap. Zahara, open your bodice, let him suck on your boobs.
They seem ready to burst through the fabric!
Zenith, go ahead and undress Ispahan, and get naked too.
You’re wearing far too many clothes for anyone's comfort!”
Zenith gives me a side-eye but does as I say, so do the other two.
As Ispahan takes Zahara’s light brown nipple into his mouth and begins suckling, Rozalin whispers from behind me, “Would you like some caramel popcorn, Aleiraah?”
“Do we have tomato-chilli flavor?” I whisper back, keeping my eye on the scene that’s heating up.
“No, the human store had run out of it, how about cheddar cheese instead?”
“Nah, I’m good. Soon I’ll inhale enough desire to power a small spellstorm.”
Rozalin quietly retreats and I focus on Zenith who is reaming Ispahan with his tongue as he tugs at his long fully erect cock.
Ispahan continues to suckle at Zahara’s boob as she massages his thick wide cock with a delicate hand.
She sifts through his hair and a trickle of pale milk rolls down the corner of his mouth.
Ispahan moans loudly, eyes closed. Zenith finally starts inching his cock into Ispahan’s puckered hole.
“Bite his nipple Zenith, and push in hard at the same time.” I direct in a breathy voice.
The webs of lust are already giving me a slight buzz.
Zenith leans over and bites Ispahan's flat dark-red nipple, and snaps his hips forward. Ispahan arches, grabbing hold of Zenith and Zahara’s hair and kisses them with open desperation.
Zenith bites Ispahan’s lips, drawing blood, then licks the hurt away, and I feel jealous.
Have my husbands kissed me like that recently? No, they’re busy doing other things behind my back.
Years ago during our courtship, I remember Zien mentioning that a blood kiss is sacred between vampires, promising to introduce me to it when the moment was right.
Since it requires fangs and I have none, that moment never arrived.
More than a decade has passed and Zien never brought it up again.
Maybe because his attention is elsewhere or he simply doesn’t care—my mood sours at the thought.
A restless noise from Zahara draws my attention.
She’s squeezing her own breasts while watching Zenith repeatedly ram into Ispahan.
Zenith pounds with increased frenzy while holding Ispahan's legs up in the air.
He widens his stance to bury himself deeper making his mouthwatering steel-buns flex with each thrust.
I want a bite! No! Bad succubus!
I sigh, looking balefully at the bewitching butt-muscles as Ispahan continues to groan Zenith’s name.
Zahara makes another impatient sound, and I instruct her, “Put Ispahan’s head on the throw pillow and sit on his face. Smother him with that pussy!” I turn to Zenith and smirk, “Keep flexing those buns of steel, wreck that sloppy hole!”
Zenith grunts and grabs Ispahan’s cock tugging it hard. I relax further into the sofa, enjoying the show. Ispahan’s broken moans get muffled as Zahara eagerly scrambles in position and begins riding his mouth in earnest. Her flushed pussy smothers his face, pale milk running down her breasts.
I’m wet and so aroused, that I can’t help but imagine getting railed myself by at least one or all my husbands.
Invisible tendrils of lust extend toward me from the three.
They twine into a single wispy thread and pool into my slightly parted mouth.
The carnal energy is potent, even though it’s an indirect form of nourishment.
Liquid desire drips from my core, and I involuntarily rub my thighs together for relief as all three climax, letting out cries of pleasure.
Oh well…Too bad I didn’t get to come.
Courtesy of the ménage à trois, I’m somewhat satiated. But nowhere as full as I can be, had I been feeding directly. I haven’t imbibed any essence directly from my husbands for a few days, using work as an excuse to stay off their radar. But I think it’s time I fed. Survival of the fittest and all.
I weave a little spell to cover the tangle of exhausted yet content trio with fluffy throw blankets. Cuddles always make things better.
I quietly leave the room on the hunt for my husbands, as Ispahan and his mates indulge in post-coupling pillow talk.
Rozalin joins me when I’ve taken a few steps toward my private quarters. She looks worried. “We have a problem, Aleiraah.”
“What is it?” I frown.
“There’s a human named Malakai Inkwright here to see you. He insists that you knew his great grandmother and owed her a favor. He has come to collect it.”