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The Night You Deserve

By Limewah

**Patron Reward for Flarfenarfle (May 2023)

18+**

You haven't been this nervous meeting an escort in a very long time. It's like it's your first time all over again. A few years and a hundred or so appointments have passed since then, and you've got no problem taking advantage.

What the wife knows won't hurt her, and if she hasn't found out yet, she's not going to find out now.

Maybe you're skittish because it's a big step up from what you've had in the past. A jump in cost, for one thing, not to mention one with a rather lengthy waiver that you're starting to feel like you should have read more thoroughly before you ticked 'I agree' and carried on booking.

The money wasn't an issue - some clever accounting tricks would ensure the wife never knew the money existed.

The other part was starting to weigh on your head.

You hadn't paid it much heed until now, that you were standing at the entrance to the club you'd arranged a rendezvous. A very alternative, gothy spot. Not normally your scene. You weren't brightly dressed, but you definitely looked way too colourful. You stuck out like a zit. You didn't want to stick around for long, especially with those looks and whispers you were getting.

You knew your rendezvous was going to stick out too, though.

You look at her photos on your phone again.

The caprine is bubblegum pink, with lavender, back-length cotton candy hair. A single black horn framing the left side of her grinning face like a fringe. Her sclerae are black and her eyes are shiny lavender - you figure they're just contacts. All part of the 'succubus' vibe she's giving off, and the reason why she charges a premium for her services. Anyone who puts this much effort into painting their fur and sticking a horn to their face probably knows their shit in the bedroom.

You're looking forward to finding her.

The music's crap. Who listens to this awful rock shit? It reminds you of the nerds you used to push around in school. You push through the crowd and keep your head on a swivel. No sign of her at first. So you get a beer (it's all microbrew shit, where's all the light lagers?) and find a place to sit at the bar. Spreading yourself wide on the stool, you hold court and pass private judgement on all the nerds around you.

A flash of bubblegum pink catches your eye by the door. There she is. You can see why she asked to meet here - she's dressed the part. Big black boots with tight stockings, a shiny corset that pushes her cleavage up, black and red striped thigh-highs, and a studded leather jacket over the whole thing... she looks like a dominatrix, all right.

A very flustered dominatrix who knows she's late. Maybe you can use that to negotiate a discount.

She looks pretty lost, too, her head frantically flicking from face to face as she tries to spot her john. You don't need to wave. You stand out enough for her to see you, though it's not until the third look that she cops on. Not too bright, this one.

You bet you might be able to turn some charm on with her. She probably deals with some ugly fuckers usually. You're practically a godsend for someone like her.

"Heyaaaa~!" she approaches and leans against the bar, looking you up and down. "Wow, you're taller than I thought you'd be."

Yeah, she's smitten with you already.

She's one of those chatty types. Interested in knowing about you. So you go with the usual set of lies. You work in accounting, you're single, you don't get out much, you've got social anxiety which has kept you from dating... hard childhood, difficult teenage years, and sprinkle in some daddy issues in there for good measure. She doesn't need to know how good you've always had it. If they feel sorry for you, they're a better fuck.

She talks a little bit about herself, too. But you let it wash over you. It sounds like a cover story anyway.

She's got a really cute body. Petite but curvy. You don't want to wait much longer to see it naked.

"My hotel's just down the street," you tell her. "Let's go."

"Awww, really? You're tired of getting-to-know-you time huh?"

She's pouting a little - maybe thinks she can butter you up for an extra tip at the end of the night. Both of you are angling for something more, in a way.

"A band I really like's on tonight," she continues, fluttering her eyes at you. "You've got me for the night, what's the hurry?"

You're not keeping her for the whole night. You've got a home to go to. You're bout to 'gently' suggest they continue on, but something about her pink eyes makes you feel... bad? Imposed on? Something like that. You feel like sticking around all of a sudden. Eh, fuck it. An hour or so of waiting around won't hurt. You'll humour her.

-

"Wasn't your thing, huh?" she asks you in the elevator.

You're grabbing her ass and kneading it like putty, and she's pushing herself into your paw. Even though she was in that sweaty bar for a couple hours, her eye shadow and makeup is totally unblemished. She still looks as irresistibly sexy as the moment you first laid eyes on her.

Your ears are still ringing from the noise, and you're trying to put it out of your head. You've got a couple of hours with her before you need to make tracks... and you're going to have to make them count.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you as soon as we get into the bedroom," you growl into her ear. She seems to find that sexy, judging by how her body wriggles and vibrates. You grab a tighter fistful of her soft flesh. Damn, she's warm. Must have been from throwing herself around during that 'concert'. She's radiating heat. If she's this warm on the outside...

Your cock is desperate to escape. You can't resist her any longer.

You shove her into the room and slam the door behind you, pushing your hands up her dark skirt to grab her panties and yank them off.

Something firm and bristly wraps tightly around your wrist; an unexpected feeling. As you try to yank it away, it squeezes you tighter, so tight your hand curls like a claw.

"What the fuck-?"

"Pump the brakes a second~!" she says, her spaded tail tugging your arm back up to rest on her hip. "I can tell you like it rough, big guy, but you gotta give a girl a chance to get ready!"

You're too shocked by the tail to really shoot back at her. Where did it even come from? Goats don't have long tails. Let alone jet black, prehensile ones with a flat spaded tip. As you look into her eyes again, you start to realise that those eyes might not be contacts after all. You feel that heat coming from her, and it doesn't feel very natural anymore.

She lifts one leg into the air, and the other, but remains perfectly upright as she crosses them over each other.

"So... first things first," she said... "Did you want me to use my tail like this-"

The spaded tip grows and inflates, turning into a bulbous plug.

"-Or this?"

The tip opens up like a multi-segmented mouth, a burst of hot steam coming from the deep pink flesh inside it.

You just stare, dumbfounded.

"Oh... you didn't read the waiver? You didn't do the research?" she pouts, crossing her arms.. "Awww... they never do, do they...."

Her tail suddenly dives down your pants and shoves it down. Its heat bathes your still-erect dick as the split-open tip descends over your dick.

You stare with fearful fascination, and can't stop yourself from moaning when it wraps itself around your member. It's warm and intensely wet like getting a blowjob in a sauna, but it's tight, like an asshole - it takes all your power to stop yourself from nutting on the spot.

"Oop! Heehee~!" the goat girl pulls her tail back a little, the colder air of the hotel room making you shudder. "Sorry, I should draw this out a li'l bit more! C'mere."

She levitates towards the bed, her tail tugging your wrist and giving your dick a teasing suckle now and then.

You feel, strangely, like you're walking towards your death. But the milking tail keeps pushing your thoughts back to your dick, how fucking horny you are, and how fucking hot all this is...

"At the end of the day, the most important thing... since this is gonna be the last orgasm your soul ever gets, let's make sure it counts, mm'kay~?"

Your soul...?

"I mean, what do you expect to happen when you have sex with a succubus?"

"Th-this isn't just a bit?" you try to stand your ground and pull back. Your free hand goes to your wrist to pull it away-

She yanks you into her bosom, her arms and legs wrapping around you like a vice. Her face takes up your whole vision. She puckers her lips, and licks them hungrily.

"Nope~ you'd'a known that if you read ahead. Anyway, it doesn't matter. A soul as pitch-black and corrupt as yours? It's gonna be pret-ty valuable, I think~"

"Wh-what?"

She presses her heat into you -as her tail moves down to tickle your balls with its heat, her cunny pressing against your cocktip, like hot, damp velvet.

"So here's what's gonna happen," she says. "You're gonna fuck me, like you wanted. But the moment you cum, you'll be paying your fee. I'm gonna take your immortal soul. Your free will, and your consciousness... well, they're gonna be all mine. So make your last orgasm in this body count..."

You try to protest, but she squeezes you with supernatural strength and pulls you in tight. Your cock plunges into her, and she growls with pleasure.

"Nnnhoh... hohhhh yeah~!" she throws her head back, her pink hair bouncing. The noises she make sound like the fake moans of a porn actress, and yet, the sound of her voice makes your dick throb desperately. You try to think un-sexy thoughts. Grandmas. Dicks getting smashed with hammers. The smell of vomit. But they get obliterated before you can take advantage of them.

The succubus swims through your vision even when you close your eyes. Her curves and contours overshadow every other thought in your mind, and you're smothered in pink-tinged lust.

"Ohhh yes... fuck me, big boy, you're so, so biiiig~!"

She knows exactly what to say to turn you on, to keep you horny. You could cum just from the sound of her voice...

But you can't, if you do that, you'll lose yourself. You want to bite on your lip or dig your claws into your palms, but it's no good. Her tail's still looped around your one arm, and she's got your other hand, her fingers intertwined with yours in what almost feels like a loving gesture...

You feel the orgasm coming. You feel it building. More powerful than you've ever felt. You know what's coming is going to be exquisite. But you don't just feel that fullness and tension there. It's in your chest, and it moves up into your throat, and you start to feel an emptiness, and it scares you, and the tail sucks your balls and her pussy milks your cock, and she opens her mouth wide and takes a deep, sickly sweet breath in, and you -

You exit your mouth.

You feel...

Disconnected.

You feel... yourself...

Inside her mouth.

She rolls you on her tongue. Tests you with her teeth.

You don't feel... anything. You can't feel heat, or moisture, or pain. You feel fear, confusion though.

You can't see, but you can sense yourself. Like looking in a mirror, only the right way around, that uncanniness of seeing your slack, drooling face. Like you're brain dead. You're moaning and pumping, eyes rolling like you're a dazed beast.

"Ah-hah... hh." Inside her mouth, you're jostled as she bucks back. She lets the orb fall from her mouth and into her hand.

She looks down at you and smirks.

"Well, there we are~ your soul's got some good marbling in there. Adulterer's souls are in demand right now. I knew I could pick 'em well~"

You - or your body- moans as they keep fucking her even now.

"Good husk~!" the goddess says. "Stay hard for me, now. I haven't gotten to cum yet, after all, and since you're a soulless piece of fuckmeat, you might as well make yourself useful~!"

"As for you," she says, lifting you - your essence - up to eye level with her. Her eyes glimmering. Her face flushed. "You can go away for now, I'll let you know when it's time to get sold."

She clenches her fist around you, and your consciousness evaporates.

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