Magda
B efore I even opened my eyes, I could smell someone in the room with me—a man’s cologne—a scent I didn’t recognize. I opened my eyes slowly, careful to keep my breathing calm. I was in a bed, but it wasn’t mine, and it wasn’t Danny’s, either. My purse and sweater were on the nightstand beside me, and the room was dark except for light coming in through the windows to my left.
A tendril of creeping hunger rolled through my belly; my stomach growled, and I tried to turn onto my side, but there was a strange feeling of thickness over my limbs, like I’d been filled with sand.
What the hell happened to me? I feel almost like I’m high, or drunk.
As I twisted, warm liquid leaked from between my legs, leaked through my panties, and then soaked into the fabric of my leggings near my thigh, leaving part of my pants completely sodden with the evidence of my own excitement.
Why am I so wet?! What the fu ? —
Before I could even react, my abdomen clenched, and each spasmodic movement dragged a soft shudder of breath from my throat, as a sensation deep within me threatened to overtake all reason. I whimpered as each little movement sent a little pulse of pleasure through me almost too much to bear and sent my brain spinning into a fog. I’d never experienced an orgasm before, but I was so overwhelmed by being on the verge of one now that I was afraid to move, to even breathe too hard.
The haze of my memories was slow to return, but a woman’s face appeared in my thoughts—a blonde.
The therapist! I’d gone to that office, but then… then what? I remembered being in the elevator, and… my head spun. I could figure out whatever had happened later. For now, I had to focus on figuring out where the hell I was—and who was in here with me.
I carefully shifted my weight to get a look at the room. There, sitting just about fifteen feet away, was a man I’d never seen before in my life. He was leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, feet propped up on the windowsill against the sheer curtains. Outside it was dark, and evening rain pattered against the glass. I shifted, which made the bed squeak. I froze, wondering if I should feign sleep again, but the man hadn’t budged. His chest was rising and falling, which meant he wasn’t dead… maybe just a heavy sleeper?
Had I been… kidnapped? Was the therapist some kind of sex trafficker?
I rubbed my eyes to clear them as I noticed a strange, reddish haze floating over his head—something that looked like the ghostly outline of a small palm on the side of his face. I sniffed the air; caught the smell of a woman on him. The surge of jealousy that rose at the thought of someone touching him somehow mattered more to me in that moment than who he was or why there was a gun in a holster under his left arm.
Even the gun couldn’t stop my gaze from drifting to his muscular biceps and wide chest?—
Okay, , you are not thinking clearly right now. You can figure out everything else later. Just get out. Go!
I pulled the blankets away and stood silently, checking over my shoulder to see if my potential kidnapper was awake. I was barefoot, but otherwise still fully clothed. I reached out for my bag on the nightstand, intending to grab it and quietly steal away, but my body simply wouldn’t respond. Instead, my hand lowered itself to my side, and I turned toward the stranger, steadily padding toward him, heart thumping in my chest.
Stop—stop! What am I doing?
Whoever this man was—whatever reason he was here—I found myself quivering at the sight of him. I kept walking until I was about two feet from him. The door was twenty-five or so feet to my right, and I knew I could slip by unnoticed if I was quiet enough, but instead of sneaking past him, I stood there, breathing raggedly, unable to move away. The thought of him waking up and pulling me onto his lap made my thighs tremble. A strange pulsing sensation began within me, and I pressed a hand to my mouth to keep the tiny gasps from slipping out of me.
Have I been drugged?
I studied the man up and down. He had gorgeous auburn hair kept short on the sides and slicked back with gel on the top. Under the hint of his five o’ clock shadow, his jawline was sharp enough to cut. Stretched out like this, I realized he had to be well over six feet tall, and his muscular frame had been snugly tucked into a well-tailored pair of slacks and a white business shirt. The holster had some kind of symbol on it—some logo I vaguely recognized. I found myself reaching toward him before I had the sense to stop. I froze.
I hadn’t been about to reach for the gun and take it away from him—-I’d been about to run my hands across his abs , like some kind of lunatic. Even as I reminded myself that he might very well be some kind of captor or sex trafficker, I crept slightly closer to him.
I peered down at his shirt, which had been left open at the top two buttons and currently revealed well-toned pectorals. Beneath the rolled-up shirt sleeves, his muscular arms were oddly inviting. I sniffed the air again as I got closer to him. The scent coming from him smelled wonderful, even with the scent of another woman lingering in that haze around his head.
My mouth went dry. I wanted him so badly that for a moment, I considered just unzipping his pants and straddling him until I could quench the desire burning between my legs. It didn’t help that he had to be one of the sexiest men I had ever seen, and even just breathing in the soft, masculine scent of him was making me even more wet. He shifted in his chair, linking his arms over his chest, and unbidden, the image of those hands wrapped around my hips while he drove into me from behind went galloping through my mind.
I let out a half shout, collapsing to the floor, my knees giving out from beneath me as what I realized must be the first orgasm I’d ever experienced rippled through my body. It crested over me like a wave, and though I tried to cover my mouth with my hand, it was too late. A deep moan tore out of my throat, leaving me shaking. The stranger woke with a start and dropped to his knees beside me, brow furrowed in concern.
“! Are you okay?” he asked, blinking sleep from his eyes, hands hovering near me, as though he wanted to touch me but was afraid to.
This near to him, the scent of him… I wanted to rub my face on his chest and drink him in like a fine wine—to learn his particular bouquet as I consumed him.
You smell so good it’s driving me insane, I tried to say, but I could scarcely breathe, let alone speak. All that came out instead was a series of hums and garbled, unintelligible sounds.
“Are you hurt? Shit, did she hurt you?” He cursed, then carefully put his hands on either side of my face to lift my head, but my eyes slid closed at his touch. “You okay? Can you look at me?”
A surge of that strange, electrical sensation I’d felt in the doctor’s office jolted between us like a flash of lightning. I whimpered as my whole body thrummed like struck chord, then placed my hands over his. I opened my eyes and met his gaze, and then… I fell into it.
I could feel the moment his pulse sped up; heard the hitch of his breath. Felt the arousal building within him. His eyes were a blue so bright they practically sparkled like crystal. His pupils expanded, contracted. He wet his lips with his tongue, his thumb errantly stroking the side of my neck. Each tiny motion sent a thrill of shivers down my spine.
“Are you all right, ?” he asked, voice husky.
His touch… his smell… his voice. I felt heat spreading through me… delicious, wonderful, warmth. My head lolled backward, and I was so taken aback by the sensations that I couldn’t even bring myself to care in that moment who he was or what he wanted. I wanted to devour him. I needed to devour him.
I forced air back into my lungs—tried to get myself under control. I needed to think, and if he kept touching me, I would never be able to.
“I’m… I’m okay,” I said, taking in a shaky breath, hoping to get him to put some distance between our bodies. “Where am I…?”
He sighed relief and sat back onto the floor in front of me, after making sure I could sit upright on my own, but his hand, whether intentional or not, was still resting on my calf as though he couldn’t bear to stop touching me altogether. I pulled hard on my willpower, practically wrestling my higher-functioning self back into the pilot seat. I fought to regain my composure, and then nearly choked at the shame burning within me. I’d just orgasmed from imagining him?—
“Oh god,” I whispered, covering my face both hands. “Wait a minute, just… who the hell are you and what’s going on?”
“It’s uh, a long story, but you’re safe. I’m Caleb. I was… there with Dr. Lowe. You passed out?—”
He swallowed hard, casting his gaze away momentarily, his eyes flickering toward my breasts, then away again. The deep aroma that came pouring off him was like a smoky cologne; I leaned forward, breathing in the smell of his skin. If I had to guess, I’d think he was fighting as hard to keep the leviathan of lust from waking within him as I was. What I didn’t understand was why —or what had changed after I’d gone into that building and woken up… here.
“I know you’re probably confused, but I was hoping you could answer some… ah, questions about your appointment with Dr. Lowe.” He looked back to me, bowing his head as if in apology. “Chiefly, if the meeting had been… mutually agreed upon?”
“Dr. Lowe…” I stared at the floor, just to keep myself from ogling him. “Yes, I was there to meet her, but…”
I tried to ignore the predicament I was currently in—sitting on the floor of some strange apartment with a man I didn’t know—who had a gun—while my legs had turned into useless jelly because I’d just orgasmed so hard from imagining him fucking me that I couldn’t walk. The situation with the doctor came back to me in bits and pieces. The elevator ride, her appearance at my side, a darkened room—so much heat.
The visual memories were hazy, but the intensity and want came through loud and clear, stirring that desire within my belly like a devilish itch I couldn’t quite scratch.
“Is this part of her therapy or something?” I demanded, trying to stand and failing, slapping Caleb’s hand away when he reached for me, then immediately regretting it when he was no longer touching me. “I don’t even know you—get away from me!” I screamed the last bit, as I clawed my way backward. “Did you kidnap me? Have I been drugged?”
Caleb staggered away from me like I’d slapped him, then stood and raised his hands, palms forward, as if pacifying a wild creature.
“No, nothing like that! I would never hurt you, I swear. Look,” he said firmly as he sat back into his chair with deliberate slowness, trying not to startle me. He reached carefully for his gun, lifted it with one finger, and placed it on the ground before kicking it toward me. “If it would make you feel better, pick that up and point it at me. The safety’s on the left side; you’ll want to switch it off. Please don’t touch the trigger unless you actually want to use it on me, though.” He grinned and a dark chuckle rumbled from his throat; his eyes sparkled with mischievousness. “You’re free to go whenever you’d like—and if you ask me to leave first, I will. I just wanted to make sure you’re all right, so give the word, and I’ll do whatever you want.”
Terror spilled through me, but not at the possibility of him hurting me, despite the bizarre nature of our meeting. The thought of him leaving was unbearable.
I’ll do whatever you want. Those words burned inside of me. I was almost certainly doomed.
“No,” I said quickly, sitting upright. He looked like he was waiting for me to grab the gun, but I shoved it aside. “No… I don’t…”
“You don’t what? Feel well?” said Caleb, leaning forward in his seat, concern flashing across his face. Despite looking like he wanted to run across the room to me, he restrained himself.
“No, I don’t…” I shook my head. “I can’t—dammit!”
I needed answers, and this man might be the only one who could give them to me. He didn’t seem to mean me any harm, so maybe I just needed to try and calm myself down and think rationally about this. I closed my eyes, recalled how I’d woken up here. He’d been asleep by the window, like he’d been on… guard duty. I stared down at the weapon on the floor. Maybe that was why the gun? Was he security? Had he maybe… saved me?
“I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to think. Everything is a little fuzzy still, so can you just tell me what exactly happened in the doctor’s office and where I am now?”
“I was kind of hoping you could tell me about your appointment,” Caleb said, leaning back in his seat again, foot bouncing softly against the floor. He chewed his cheek in thought. “You were already passed out when I got there.”
“I had an appointment with the doctor,” I said. “I remember meeting her, and then we went down a hall… There was a couch, and I took off my sweater…”
The phantom memory of lips against mine made desire spill through me with the swift ferocity of a stabbing knife. My abdomen twisted as another orgasm rippled through me until I doubled over, clutching my stomach and letting out a sound somewhere between a moan and a curse.
“!” Caleb did cross the room now, kicked the gun completely to the side, and grabbed hold of my arms firmly, panic rippling through his touch. “What’s wrong? What happened?”
I tried to answer, but a laugh slipped out instead. I pressed a hand to my mouth to stifle another. “No, please, I’m… I’m… Oh hell, I think I might be going insane.” I looked up at him and before I could help it, I snorted. His eyes widened in shock.
“I’m sorry, but I’m completely out of my depth here,” he said. “To be clear, you are okay?”
I smiled weakly. “I don’t quite feel like myself, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing… Yet.”
It could be, if these little “instances” don’t settle down sometime soon.
Caleb relaxed back onto his heels, swiping a tired hand down his face. “I don’t think we’re clearing much up here about what happened.”
I studied his weary expression. “I’m okay, I think, but I’m feeling a little… woozy or something. My stomach is in knots. I’m maybe a bit lightheaded.”
That’s one way to put it.
“Have you eaten anything? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you’d sleep for so long…” He frowned. “Sorry also, for startling you earlier. I know it was probably terrifying to wake up to a strange man in the room, but I couldn’t risk leaving you alone while you were unconscious. Do you want me to get your phone so you can call someone?”
His nearness was already making my gut tighten with anticipation, and I was beginning to feel more than a little foolish collapsed on the floor like I was, so I tried to stand, but my foot slipped out from beneath me and I stumbled back onto my ass. My stupid, traitorous legs were still practically vibrating with strange, tiny waves of aftershocks all the way down to my toes.
“I’m sorry, I’m not normally this… discombobulated. I know you don’t know me, and I just screamed at you to get away from me,” I uttered with a self-deprecating smile, “but could you help me up? My legs don’t seem to want to cooperate.”
Caleb nodded, his gaze serious. “Of course—don’t strain yourself. You may be feeling weak after your… appointment.” He repositioned himself beside me and slipped one arm behind my back and lifted my knees with the other.
Before I could follow through with the sudden desire to nip at his earlobe like some kind of psychopath, he stood, lifting me with ease, and cradled me against his chest. We stood like that, staring at the mattress for several long seconds, both of us refusing to meet the other’s gaze. I finally chanced a glance toward him; his Adam’s apple practically danced in his throat as he stared at the bed. His grip on me tightened and I had to bite back the rush of adrenaline running through me at that subconscious, yet provocative act.
With some deliberation, he turned toward the chair he’d been sitting in by the tiny dinette table and strode over. He stood there, holding me tightly, as if he’d forgotten the next step was to put me down again. The fingers on his right hand curled into my side, gripping me so firmly it was almost—but not quite—painful. His left arm, hooked under my knees, allowed for his forearm to be pressed against the backs of my thighs so tight I could feel the throbbing pulse of his heart like a tiny, insistent drum beat against my ass.
Energy spiked through me, spearing me with delight; Caleb growled low in his throat as he stared down at me, his gaze so focused on my face that I couldn’t stop myself from running a finger delicately around the edge of his temple. He closed his eyes at my touch, drawing in quavering breaths as I traced a hand over his shoulder and slipped it up to his mouth. Without breaking eye contact, he kissed each finger I placed against his lips. I pressed my face against his shirt and inhaled his scent sharply, shamelessly.
“,” he whispered. “I don’t know if you’re?—”
I took hold of his collar and balled it into a fist, pulling his head down and running a hand through his hair as I arched my back, massaging my breasts against his muscular chest. The gun holster dug into the side of my knee as I took hold of his shoulders, rubbing my face over his collarbone, and kissing my way up to his neck. There, I let my tongue trace the pounding vein of his carotid up to the ear I’d imagined pulling into my mouth, and then finally did draw the lobe between my teeth with deliberate care. I applied just enough pressure until Caleb sucked in a breath teeth so sharp it sounded like a hiss.
“You smell so good,” I purred, as I kissed my way over to his jaw.
He held me tighter; the aroma of his desire surrounded me like a cloud of pollen, and I relaxed in his hold, letting my head drop over his arms.
“,” he said after a long moment.
“Yes?” I replied, my hands roaming over his chest. I slipped one beneath the loosely buttoned shirt, my fingers grazing his warm, tanned skin, touch skipping along the pulse of his heart. I trailed a finger along his nipple and the man staggered, but thankfully didn’t drop me.
“If I’m ever going to be able to put you down,” he said, clearly struggling with the weight of his words. “You’ll have to stop?—”
“Stop what?” I asked in playful ignorance, kissing his throat, slowly, delectably so, as I breathed him in.
What… am I doing?
Caleb’s entire body shook; his were fingers now digging painfully into my side, but the pressure was welcome. I squirmed against him, letting my hips rock into his abdomen.
“You met with a succubus a few hours ago?—”
Memories. Dr. Lowe’s breasts pressing into mine, her tongue exploring my mouth. Need building inside of me. She’d told me something… something I thought was crazy… and now, here was a stranger that I was rubbing myself along like a cat in heat, and he’d said the exact same thing.
I stopped moving, stared at him querulously. “Succubus?”
“Yes,” Caleb answered. “You met her, remember? I wanted to make sure you were all right after your… encounter. That’s why I’m here now.”
“Succubus,” I repeated.
I recalled, eagerly now, her touch, her mouth. The way she’d asked to kiss me; warmth spread between my thighs, heat building. I gasped, shimmying my hips once more along Caleb’s abdomen as need spiked and sent me spiraling all over again.
“Yes,” Caleb said, slowly this time. “Do you want me to call someone to come and get you?”
“No!” I shouted, clinging harder to him, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Don’t send me back there.”
Caleb’s gaze softened. “, I wasn’t trying to send you away, I?—”
I leaned into his grip and placed a hand over the red mark on his face. The haze around his head dissipated, but a purple light suddenly reflected in his eyes like glowing amethyst.
“I don’t understand why I feel this way,” I whispered, leaning my head against his chest. “But I need… I need…”
Release.
He can give you what you need .
I looked back up at him. “Caleb.” My voice was deeper, more sensual than I’d ever recalled it being before. “Walk over to the bed.”
Silently, Caleb strode over and stood next to the mattress, then looked down at me.
“Sit down,” I told him. “Don’t let go of me.”
This cannot be me. I’ve never ordered anyone around like this before. Who the hell is this person using my body, my voice…?
Caleb sat, positioning himself with both feet resting on the floor, and rested me on his lap. My left hip brushed against his erection, and I maneuvered in his hold until I was straddling him with one leg on either side of his thick thighs. The thrumming energy of his cock against my pussy was obscenely delightful. I wrapped my hands behind his head, moving my hips in rhythmical patterns against the bulge in his pants. He leaned his head back as I rolled and swayed; no sounds came out, but he mouthed one word: Fuck, fuck… fuck. Both of his hands held my waist tight as he moved his hips to match my pace. My body soared at his response.
Was this feeling that I’d been missing my entire life? This had made me anxious enough to have a panic attack any time a man had tried? It couldn’t… It wasn’t possible it was this easy, this comfortable, and I’d just never been able to get past it before… could it?
“Say my name,” I purred, pressing my lips to the bare skin of his chest. “Please say it again.”
“,” he breathed, pulse catching, the Adam’s apple at his throat leaping. “…”
I leaned back in his lap as if I was going to get up and Caleb’s hold on my waist turned into a viselike grip. He pulled me back into position against his cock with an animalistic growl that sent a wicked jolt straight through my core and left me shivering with delight. He moved his hands to my ass and held me there as he bucked against me, almost as though the motion was involuntary. He stared at me hungrily; it appeared to be taking every bit of control he had not to rip my clothes off with his teeth.
I leaned forward until my mouth was against his ear. “Do you want to fuck me, Caleb?”
He pulled his head back to meet my gaze, but he didn’t answer, even as the scent of his desire plumed into the air like a misty cloud stretching across the bed and enveloping us both.
Beneath me, the already stretched fabric of his pants tightened.
“Do you want to fuck me, Caleb?” I asked again, whispering at his ear.
“…Yes,” he said, hesitating a moment longer. “God help me, but I think if I can’t have you right this instant, I might actually lose my mind.”
I smiled at him and leaned back. “Me too.”
I shoved Caleb back onto the bed and straddled him properly, stimulating myself against his hips as I ripped the buttons from his shirt and peppered his chest with hot, wet kisses. Inside, a small sense of myself—somewhere too far away to care—was staring at the unfolding scene with both horror and amazement, but I couldn’t stop. No part of me wanted to, either.
I need him. I need him inside of me. I need him. I need him. I need ? —
The urge to be one with him began to overwhelm all other senses; all other thought. I sat up, unbuckled his belt; unzipped his pants. He eagerly helped me shimmy them down his thighs and then removed his holster and shirt until he was in nothing but boxer briefs, which were straining with the effort to corral his length. I scooted back down and finally got to run a hand over his well-muscled stomach, drawing my fingers over his hip bones, and then rubbed my hand gently over the girth beneath his underwear. Caleb’s head lolled back against the mattress and he moaned as I explored.
“Stay still,” I ordered, marveling at the sight of this powerful man having gone so weak beneath me. Marveling at how far we’d gone and that I still wanted more. I felt no panic—only the increasing desire to yank down his underwear, climb on top, and let myself slide onto his erection until I physically couldn’t take anymore of him in.
Beneath me, Caleb tried to keep still, but his hips involuntarily thrust against my palms as I rubbed him through the fabric of his underwear. I reached up and pulled my tank top over my head. Caleb watched me in silence, his breathing turning shallow as I undid my bra and slid the oppressive thing over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Caleb’s lust surged as he took in the sight of my bared breasts. He lifted a hand as if to grab me, but hesitated.
“Would you like to touch me?” I asked in that same breathy, sensual voice.
“Yes,” Caleb said, without hesitation.
I grabbed the hand he’d left hovering just above my nipple and squeezed it hard to my breast. “Then touch me,” I whispered as he took hold of me with both hands. “Any way you’d like.”
Caleb shot upright like a coiled spring and wrapped his powerful arms around my back and waist, pressing his mouth to each of my nipples, drawing a gasp out of me as he worked his way around my breasts like he wanted nothing more than to paint me in his saliva using only his tongue as the brush.
I was swimming in pleasure—drowning in it. Without warning, he put a hand on my back and grabbed my buttocks, lifting me with surprising grace for someone so large as he switched our positions. Before I even knew what had happened, he had me laying flat on my back and was kissing me so deeply it left me feeling faint. I could taste his lust in the kiss, and it was like pure nectar. I moaned as he took a steadying breath and then yanked my leggings down, and with them, my panties, which were little more than soaked rags.
On his knees on the bed, he slipped out of his boxers, and at the sight of his cock, pointing at me arrow straight, I hesitated. He was much larger than I’d realized; bigger than Danny—and Danny’s penis had been the biggest I’d encountered outside of porn. I felt the first sensations of panic rising inside of me. How was all of that going to fit inside of me? As I lay there, quietly taking in the sight of his length, he positioned himself between my legs and ran a hand along my inner thigh, massaging gently. I hadn’t realized I was shaking; that my legs were clenching.
“Wait—go slow,” I whispered. I wasn’t using that strange voice anymore—it was just me. Filled with fear and uncertainty, but so desperate that I knew I didn’t have any other choice but to let him inside of me.
He bent and kissed me, and I let out a small breath as he rested his cock against my clit, rubbing the shaft back and forth in a slow glide that felt like a tongue as he moved.
“Like this?” he said with a wicked grin. “Should I… slow down some more?”
I gripped the bedsheets hard. The panic within dissolved as I listened to Caleb’s breath as he thrust against me, using the wetness from my earlier orgasms to move fluidly and pleasantly against my clit. In the pit of my stomach, something akin to an explosion began to crest.
“No,” I pleaded. “Not slower… not slower.”
Caleb grinned like a wolf as he moved faster. I felt wetness dripping from him and leaving a warm trail over me, and the feeling of his precum dripping onto me left me whimpering.
“I hope you realize it’s taking absolutely every ounce of self-control I have not to fuck you senseless,” he said, voice a hoarse whisper, “but I know it’ll be worth it to watch you come for me.”
I gripped his face in both hands, and yanked him down to kiss me again before grabbing him firmly and hooking my legs behind each of his thighs. He responded with a growl that sent goosebumps over my entire body and increased the speed of each thrust against that sensitive spot until I came with a shout, grabbing him hard as I abandoned myself to the sensation and a loud, guttural cry spilled out of me, completely unstifled.
“.” He kissed me as I recovered, my whole body tingling. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside of you.”
I stared up into those icy blue eyes and found myself dragging my nails over his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of goose bumps trailing at my touch. He shivered, his arms wobbling for a moment as he fought to keep still.
He’s all for you , whispered that distance inner voice. All yours.
“I’m going to take you now,” he breathed, his eyes dilating so that there was almost no blue left in his gaze. “I’m going to make you mine .”
The last word came out like a growl that sent longing piercing through me. I slid my legs open wider, my eyes never once leaving his face as he reached down and slipped his cock to my opening, then pushed the head inside of me. I gasped. I had expected pain, but there was only slight discomfort as he pushed even deeper into me. I felt something tear inside—just a tiny pinch—and then there was almost no resistance as he slid all the way in, inch by inch, until he was buried completely within me.
Any momentary discomfort was forgotten the moment I felt him inside of me; there wasn’t even air between our bodies. I felt the budding sensation rising between us as he began to pull out, then slid back down. He repeated the process, each time the head of his cock pushed with urgency against my cervix. I had never known anything like this feeling. It was overwhelming me. I squeezed my own breasts, writhed beneath him. I wanted him to ravage me.
Finally . I’m finally going to be free.
“Caleb,” I gasped. “Please, more…”
I had no idea how I’d gone without such a feeling for so long. I had no idea how I’d never managed to get this far with other men. But that was before.
Before I met the succubus? Or before I met Caleb? …Does it matter?
Caleb let out a low, throaty moan as he thrust faster, and I shifted to accommodate him, allowing him to push as far inside of me as he could. We moved together like practiced lovers, and with our bodies entwined, the steady beating electrical pulse between us, so much like a heartbeat, quickened.
The steady movement of him within me made my core tighten around him, threatening another orgasm. Caleb’s cock reacted, twitching and hardening with every stroke. I didn’t know how it was possible for him to fit inside of me; I didn’t know how it was possible that it felt like he kept getting bigger.
“Oh fuck,” Caleb whispered, eyes closed in bliss. “Oh fuck. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I?—”
“Neither have I,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
He buried his face against my neck and pushed as deep as he could go, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from my lips. There was a sweet, delicious ache in me. It felt so right to be held like this… to have such a feeling of fullness.
“I don’t want this to end,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t?—”
“I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to,” he said, kissing the side of my jaw, my neck.
He thrust faster, and the sensation between us built; pressure and warmth spilled from my core, eliciting another low moan from Caleb. He was invading me, and yet my body urged his on for more. Each time he pulled out, I subtly shifted my hips, moving to accept the entirety of his girth, relishing as he pushed all the way inside until I literally couldn’t hold anymore of him.
Pleasure rose like the tide as he increased the pace, fucking me harder, faster, drawing sounds out of me I’d never heard myself make before, and I had absolutely no control over them. I felt his climax building; felt the strange, connective sensation between us change from a pleasant thrum into an insistent demand. His, or mine, I wasn’t sure.
“I’m getting close,” he said in a ragged whisper. “Fuck, I’m so close?—”
The vibratory pulse between us tightened like a drawn bowstring. Caleb moved even faster, his cock throbbing within me. I rode inside of the pleasure, abandoning my body and senses to lose myself to the way his swelling need threatened to explode within me.
“,” he gasped, eyes losing focus. “I… won’t be able to stop… I’m… going to cum?—”
My eyes snapped open of their own accord and I met his gaze, and I held his face in my hands. The energy between us grew insistent as our joint climax became ever more inevitable.
“Not yet,” I said quietly. “I still need to feel you inside of me.”
He cried out, shivering, agonized with pleasure as I held back his orgasm. I couldn’t understand how I was doing it; I didn’t even know where his body ended and mine began, but I tried my best to keep the finale at bay, just for a little longer. Just a little more… I knew it was greedy, but I didn’t care; I didn’t want him to stop. The orgasm building in my lower abdomen was making me lose my grip on things; I felt my control slipping away.
“I’m coming,” he panted, “I can’t stop?—”
“Don’t stop,” I cried in desperation. “Please, don’t stop?—”
He wrapped his arms around me, and with a last final shout of feral pleasure, he came. The hot rush of his seed swelled inside my core; filled me ; took away an awful, gnawing hunger I hadn’t known was there. He emptied into me, riding along the waves of his own pleasure until it felt like there couldn’t possibly be any more room. Just before I thought my insides might burst, hot liquid slipped pleasantly out of me, overflowing around where his cock still pulsated inside of me.
Our fluids ran together down my thighs and buttocks, alleviating some of the pressure within and leaving me purring at the seductive spill of it trailing along my skin like the touch of a lover. I wrapped my arms around Caleb’s shoulders, languishing in the sensation of him, still so hard, still buried inside of me. The pressure of his body resting on top of mine was like a weighted quilt, dragging me downward into sleep.
“My legs are shaking.” I panted as my left leg flopped to the side and tried to move the other one, but it was still hooked around his muscular thigh. “I don’t know if I can get up?—”
“No, don’t,” panted Caleb, lifting his head to meet my eyes. There was a deviant hunger in his gaze that made my stomach flip like it had been fired out of a cannon. He kissed me. “I don’t think I’m done. If you keep moving, I might…”
I offered a coy smile. “Oh? Do you mean if I keep…” I rotated my hips, squirming beneath him, and Caleb’s eyes slid closed. I felt his cock twitching, and excitement raced through me. “Is that better, Caleb?”
“Fuck…!” he growled. The sound was a deep, animalistic rumbling in his throat that caught my breath and sped up my heart. “You’re going to make me?—”
I grabbed his ass with both of my hands and pulled him closer to me, tilting my hips and spreading my legs until he slid fully inside of me once more. I was ready for more playful banter, but Caleb grabbed my shoulders and began to thrust into me again. The motions were rough; his grip on me was tight, but the rougher he handled me, the more of it I wanted.
He brought one of my nipples between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make me whimper and go still beneath him. I was so wet now from the combination of our sex that each time I moved even a little, I slid easily along his cock, which was still almost unbearably stiff. I could feel his need; his desire… I could sense how badly he wanted to take me, and oh, how I wanted him to.
He groaned, closing his eyes as I bucked against him; increased the pressure with his teeth until a yelp escaped me and I forced my hips to stop moving.
As he held us still, I sensed something more from him. There was some deep, animal instinct he was trying to keep at bay. I sucked in sharp breath as I realized how close to the surface that beast was. This animalistic part of him excited me, but I remained still until he’d released my nipple and sent a tongue stroking along it as if to heal the bite marks left by his teeth. He leaned back onto his knees, but we were still joined, and I felt every eager twitch of his cock inside of me. I raised myself up on my elbows.
“Do you want to… stop?” I asked, unable to hide the disappointment from my voice.
The thought of losing this sensation when I’d finally experienced it was unbearable, but I began to shimmy my hips backward and pull away from him.
Caleb reached out quick as a striking snake and grabbed my waist, squeezing me pleasantly tight and keeping our bodies conjoined.
I gasped as he repositioned himself and lifted me from the bed, yanking me upright so that I was straddling his lap. My breasts were pressed tightly against his chest as I wrapped my arms behind his neck and my legs around his waist. He held me close, hands on my ass as he held me slightly aloft, still partially inside of me. He licked his lips as he slowly settled me back down onto his cock, and I moaned when he was inside of me fully once more, wriggling eagerly against him until he dug his fingers into my hips to keep me still.
I trembled at the look in his face. It was all pure hunger—there was a savagery in his eyes that sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I probably should have been afraid, but the need within me was burying every instinct that told me to stop.
“Who said,” he murmured in a low rasp, kissing me hard enough to bruise, his stubble scratching my cheeks, “that I wanted to stop?”
He lifted me up about half an inch off of him, then lowered me down again. I moaned as his length stretched me.
“…I think you knew that it wasn’t over,” he whispered, raising and lowering me just enough that it felt like sweet torture. “Didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admitted, unable to stop myself from wriggling against him.
Caleb lifted me, and before I could say another word, tightened his grip on my hips and slammed me back down onto his lap. I let out a long, keening wail as he simultaneously thrust into me with each downward motion, fucking me as hard as he possibly could. The intensity of his desire and urgency and pleasure made me feel faint, but I let my head roll back against my shoulders, drinking in the sound of his heaving breath and the urgency growing in my belly.
I was awash in euphoria by the time his second climax began to reach its crescendo. My hips throbbed from the pressure of his grip and the unbearable fullness between my legs, and I let out a cry as Caleb pulled me down tight into his embrace as the orgasm burst out of him, filling me up once more, satiating me. He let out a shout that sounded somewhere between surprise and relief. The sensation felt like starlight; like heaven; the feeling of him exploding in my belly rolled through me and I came so hard I screamed as yet another powerful climax shattered my existence.
I grabbed hold of Caleb, my nails digging into his back as he tried to lay me gently on the bed and then collapsed partially on top of me, completely spent, his limbs trembling. Every part of me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet tingled; my entire body was a chorus of vibration and pleasure.
With a shuddering breath, Caleb rolled over onto the bed next to me. The sudden absence of him brought an involuntarily whimper to my lips. I curled against his side, and he dragged me closer.
“I don’t think…” Caleb began, breathing rapidly, “I’ve ever… come so hard… or so much… in my life.”
“That was… indescribable,” I panted. “Is it always like that for you?”
“Not even remotely.”
Caleb’s eyes were already slipping closed as I sighed against him contentedly. My body ached in ways I didn’t even know were possible. Every bit of him—the smell of his sweat, the beating of his heart as it slowed to a normal pace, the way I could sense the ecstasy practically vibrating from his skin—every part of this experience kept proving more magnificent than the last.
I reached up, brushing a lock of hair out of his face and touching his cheek gently. There, again, was a soft, purple glow.
He’s yours , came that little inner voice. He is yours for the taking.
Caleb was already asleep, and I knew I was soon to follow. I fought to stay awake and struggled to put myself upright on one elbow. I still had no idea how I’d gotten here, or where the doctor was, but the more I tried to focus, the more these questions slipped from my grasp. I’d had… something… to ask him… Hadn’t I?
My vision went double; my arm slid out from beneath me. My eyelids fluttered closed as I collapsed back into Caleb’s embrace and the gentle sounds of his breathing sent me into sleep like a lullaby.