For the past year, Pierce has been visited every night by a succubus. She's brought his every fantasy to life, filling his mind with sexual desire and slowly draining his ability to resist her. With days left till there's nothing left of him, will he managed to escape?
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The story of Pierce began in the same place it would end, within his lucid dreams.
Pierce paced the ephemeral dream space replica of his apartment, awaiting the demon. It had been twelve months. A full year since the being had found him; since she had decided he was interesting. He had hoped the capricious spirit would finally grow bored with him, that she would leave to seek out other minds to feed on.
Unfortunately for Pierce, he came to understand that not only was he interesting, but his psychically attuned mind—the mind that enabled him to walk his dreams, the very mind that let him sense the demon in the first place—was also a veritable feast for the being who fed on passions, psychic energy, and pleasure.
It wasn't long before she came for him. He felt her presence push into his mind: felt the wispy tendrils wrap around his psyche. Their touch was like silk. Like sin.
He heard her before he saw her. "Hello, my sweet," her velvet voice whispered in his ear. "How shall we play tonight? Shall we play nice, or shall we play... rough?"
It didn't matter that it was a dream. Between his talents and the demon's influence, it might as well have been real. Pierce's body reacted; his cock—already hard—stiffened further. He didn't answer. Didn't speak.
"Oh, my poor Pierce," the succubus Azela cooed. "You always pout like you don't want me here. Like you don't love what we do together."
"We're not doing anything together. You're doing it to me," he said as calmly as he could, his eyes drifting to find her.
The demon giggled. "All the same. Who shall I be for you tonight? Who has your naughty little body been aching for?"
Pierce didn't answer; he was too busy thinking of how he could escape. He tried to push back with his own mind, with his psychically attuned will, but it was no good. She held him tightly in the writhing bands of her demonic power—shadowy tendrils of pleasured sensation—that slid across his skin like satin. The caressing black bands drew shudders from his body and infused his mind with ever deeper desire.
"Mmmmm," she murmured. "How about this?"
The dream shifted, the space seeming the dissolve like swirling sand. When the space resolved again, Pierce was at the Boulder Public Library where he worked. He knew which fantasy his captor had picked.
"Look at me, Pierce," came the warm, friendly voice of his coworker Sarah Joy. He turned to see the buxom librarian leaning against her desk, completely naked. Her breasts—full and round—hung like ripe fruit. Her nipples were pink and erect; the areolas large and dark.
Sarah's lips parted, and she smiled at him. "I need you Pierce. I need your love. I need your warmth."
"You need my energy," Pierce said with a grimace as he fought the arousal rising in him.
She took a step toward him, and the heat rising off her skin washed over him like a wave. "I do. But think of what I give you in return..."
He tried to hold back his arousal, but the look in her eyes. The perfect shape of her body. The knowledge of the delight that was in store for him; it was too much. He felt his loins ache with desire.
The demon clone of Sarah Joy reached out—her fingers tracing along his neck—and she brought her lips to his. She kissed him with passion, her tongue thrusting into his mouth.
When will you stop lying to yourself, Pierce? she whispered into his thoughts as their tongues danced along each other. You love this. You know you love this. This is what you've always wanted. What you dreamed of.
He felt the demon's fingers close around his erection. He shuddered as she stroked it through his slacks. You can't lie to me. This will always betray you.
Sarah's hands dropped to his waist, her nails digging into his flesh as she pulled him closer—closer; their bodies pressing together like two magnets. She moaned into his mouth, her breath hot against his lips.
He felt her tail curling up his leg, coiling like a snake up to his thigh. With a hot gasp, the demon push him back against the wall, and with a strength born of her control in his dream, easily tore his clothes from him, the fabric ripping away like it was tissue paper.
Pierce gasped; his heart pounding in his chest. The succubus pressed herself against him; her breasts squishing against his chest. She licked his neck with her soft, wet tongue.
"I know you, Pierce," she breathed as her slender fingers stroked his throbbing manhood. "I've tasted you so many times. I know you better than you know yourself. Do you know what I like best?"
"No," he whispered.
"Your taste," she said—her tongue flicking against his skin. "Your sweat. Your thoughts. Your cum. I love it all."
Her dark tendrils slid up his wrists, pulling them along her body to press and grope against her large, luxurious breasts. "And I love taking it from you night. After night. After night."
His eyes rolled back; he could feel her lips kissing his neck. "I'm going to take it now, Pierce. I'm going to take it from you and make you cum so hard you'll be crying tears of pleasure."
He felt her move down, felt her heavy breasts slide down his flesh. She kneeled down level with his manhood, holding it gently—reverently—as she ran her lips up and down its length, teasing it with the lightest of kisses.
She took the head of his cock into her mouth; her tongue sliding along his shaft. She moaned around it. Mmmmmm. This is going to be fun. You're going to love this.
Pierce wanted to resist. Wanted to fight. But he couldn't deny that the feeling of her tongue sliding along his shaft was driving him mad with lust. How had he grown so weak to her? How had he grown so susceptible to her touch?
Her mouth slid down his length, taking him slowly down her throat. An involuntary moan of pleasure rose from him.
That's right, let go, Pierce. Let go like you always do. You feel so good when you surrender. You know you do.
Her hand wrapped around his base; her thumb stroking his glans. He shuddered, steady shocks of pleasure running through him with each stroke. I could make life so good. Every night a paradise. Every day a waking prelude to the ecstasy I bring.
The wet sounds of her sucking filled his ears. His cock was slick with her saliva; the smooth skin of her throat moving like satin along his shaft. Her hand wrapped around him, stroking him; the other cupping his balls, squeezing them gently.
"Fuck... Fuuuck!" Pierce groaned, feeling her draw the climax ever closer amid her relentless teasing. She took him deeper, her mouth wrapping around him completely. She sucked with more force, her tongue lashing his shaft with renewed vigor.
Give it to me, Pierce. Give me your lovely cum. Feed me your passion. Your devotion.
She pulled her mouth off him with a dark giggle. Looking up at him with glowing golden eyes—her eyes, not Sarah Joy's bright blue ones—she added with a devilish smile. "Give me your love."
His body—his soul—was on fire; every nerve ending alive and screaming for release. He wanted to fight the demon, but he didn't have the willpower. All he could do was lay against the wall, trembling, as the succubus toyed with him.
"Just take it!" he cried out.
With another giggle, she licked the tip of his cock like an ice cream cone. "You love it a little more each night. Did you know that, Pierce? I can tell. How will it be until you live for my nightly visits? How long until you can't stand to be away from me?"
"Never!" he growled. "Never!"
"Yes, you will," she whispered. "Each day brings us closer. Each day brings our souls further in line with one another."
His anger rose in him. "And each day you rob me of the night's memory to stop me from fighting you. You're not playing fair, Azela."
The demon's silken laugh was deep, and without responding, she plunged her mouth deep onto his cock, sliding down to the base. The lewd gulping noises were maddening, and he knew playtime was over.
She was hungry now. He could feel her desire for the meal she had teased to perfection. Feel the desire—the need—for the release of his seed; the gift of his essence.
His hips bucked into her mouth as she sucked him. He felt his orgasm rising. Powerful. Inevitable. Inescapable. He couldn't stop it. Couldn't hold it back. It was like a dam breaking, and the flood of pleasure crashed over him, filling him with bliss.
He cried out, his cock pulsing within her hot mouth. His cum flowed in gouts out over her tongue, down her throat. With a cry of orgasmic triumph, she drew back to let his hot cream spurt over her face.
"Thank you, my darling," she whispered. "You're always so delicious; always so sweet."
She stroked the last bits of cum from his shaft, licking it off greedily. It didn't matter where it went; the release itself fed her. Everything else was just a delightful bonus.
"Such a good boy," she cooed. "Such a lovely, happy cock."
"Release me," he said, his voice hoarse from his moans.
Azela stuck her tongue out at him. "Maybe you'll release yourself."
"The moment I'm able to, I will," he said with a grimace.
The succubus leaned against him; her grinning lips near his ear. "Liar," she whispered as the dream faded. "I'll see you when next you sleep, Pierce. Be ready."
And with a wink, she disappeared.
***
Pierce awoke sprawled across his bed—legs tangled in the sheets—his body covered in sweat. He groaned; his muscles aching like they'd been beaten. He rolled onto his side, then flopped onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling, knowing what had happened to him. Knowing, while also knowing he would soon forget as he always did. Forget, only for her to return the next night to begin again.
It was one more game. One more teasing pleasure. One more way to ensure he wouldn't escape her.
Reaching for his nightstand, Pierce grabbed the notebook and pen he kept there. Quickly checking the previous night's note, he began flipped to a new page and began. Writing feverishly, he scribbled down what he could remember, even as the memories of the dream slid from his mind.
Night 355: Azela is warping your mind. She came as Sarah this time. It's so hard to resist. You need to finish the binding spell. It's the only way you're going to get out of this. Stop stalling on it. Even if it seems silly. You are running out of time!
He stared at the words, feeling the sense of urgency drain away even as he read them. Slowly, he paged through the other pages of notes. There were gaps; days when the memories would fade too quickly. Still, the entries painted a clear story. The demon came to him nightly, teasing him, seducing him, and then fucking his brains out within his dream.
Many entries described the feelings. The sheer, inhuman intensity of it all. It made his mouth water to read, his cock throbbing like it remembered something his mind couldn't.
If I went back to sleep right now, I could have her again before I went to work...
He growled, and threw down the notebook to the bed. No. That was exactly what she wanted. Make him forget what was happening. Only let him remember how good it felt.
Panting, he stared at the fluttering pages. He had to finish the spell. The spell he had been working on in bits and pieces when he could force himself to remember. To focus.
It was the only thing that would save him.
Slowly, Pierce drug himself to the shower, letting the hot water ease the aches from his body. The weariness faded with the last traces of the dream—the last traces of his fear—and by the time he stood in front of the mirror, shaving his scalp smooth, everything was forgotten.
He stared at the notebook, laying open on his bed. Absently, he picked it up and read the words he had written only a few moments before. He closed the notebook with a low curse.
"I'm so fucked," he thought, and knew that it wasn't for the first time.
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