Succubus Dreams
She woke up to the sun streaming in through her window, warming her golden scales and stinging her pure light blue eyes. Raising one claw, she sheilded her face from the glaring light and propped herself up with the other limb behind her at a steep angle. Her body was lithe and each muscle moved with fluid grace at even the slightest movement. Unusual for a scaled creature, she had long white tresses that fell neatly like cornsilk down her back, pooling beneath her on the cool black sheets.
For a moment, she was confused as to where she was, and then all of a sudden the memories of last night came flooding back. She closed her eyes slowly and growled deep in her throat, angry at her innocence. She was too trusting...this happened all too often. Why, she didn't even remember the fem she bedded last night! All she remembered was how soft the other female was...so used to the scales of her own people, it was a heady rush to caress something so silky...but who was she?
The question was answered all too fast as the door flew open, and in strutted an impossibly tall fur. Pink from her long pointed ears to her arched ungulate legs, the creature was an unusual sight, even for such a creature as our heroine. Tassled pink fur fell carlessly over cloven black hooves, and the elongated goatlike face of the pink fem was framed by a shocking mane of puffy fur.
Thoughts raced through the mind of our scaled friend, catalouging the possibilities of the species, and yet nothing happened. As though she had read her mind, the pink beast strutted over to the black-silk-sheeted bed, and her eyes bore into those of the scaled fem like white hot coals.
In a ghastly and yet erotic smile, the lips of the she-beast curled up from fanged teeth, and she laughed a laugh at once derisive and affectionate.
"Why, little fem, have you never seen a Succubus before?" she inquired in a throaty seductress' voice. The scaled fem shook her head in wonderment, frantically reprimending herself for drinking far too much the night before. Never, ever, impair your judgement again! You never know who you'll pick up!, her mind shouted at her.
The Succubus leaned in, and to her surprise, gently licked the muzzle of the reptile. She smiled once more, and this time it was softer. She, being a minion of Asmodeus, the queen of Lust, had a job to do. With sudden force, she yanked the covering sheet off the bed and stared into the reptile's eyes, the white-hot glow in hers dimming to a soft, soothing warmth.
"You were to inebraited for me to do this last night...now's your chance to feel what true passion is. Are you ready?" the Succubus whispered. Barely concious of her own movements, the dragonlike fem nodded slowly, transfixed with the beauty the other now seemed to radiate.
Laughing gently, the Succubus laid out the fem on the silken sheets, gently grasping her thighs and spreading them for easier access. With a final smirk into the other's eyes and a gentle lick of her lips, she began to lick the other fem.
First she stroked the impossibly soft lips of her opening with her silken tounge, ocasionally thrusting her tounge into the warm and wet opening, swirling her tounge around and ticking the sensitive mound of flesh. Withdrawing from there, she slowly stroked the clit of the other fem reverantly, savouring the taste and the way the fem arched her back and whimpered at the attention.
She alternated between stroking up and down and swirling her tounge slowly and forcefully around the soft clit of the other fem, her left hand inserting three long fingers into her warm and waiting slit.
Relishing the opporunity to take yet another mortal's innocence, the Succubus drew her clit into her almost prehensile lips, gently sucking and flicking her tounge across it gently. Her three fingered probing escalated into a full-handed thrust, pumping against and massaging the soft inside of her slit, becoming coated in the gushing warmth of the other fem's orgasm.
Withdrawing and licking her forepaw clean, she watched the reptile contentedly. The fem, upon recovering, looked up just in time to see the demoness vanish with a swish over her forked tail, and the black silken bedchamber dissolve into the familiar room of her own house.
Shellshocked, the fem wondered if it were all a dream...but a gentle probing between her legs to feel the wetness confirmed that it was not. She did not ever tell anyone of that night, saving the memory as her own hazy fantasy. After all...if that had happened to you, wouldn't you want to keep something so wonderful all to yourself?