The Need to Feed
The Need to Feed
Our mother's have always told us to be wary of strangers. But there is that one day that comes round once a year that gives us permission to violate our mother's rule: Halloween Night. When the leaves are falling and the days are growing shorter, all the younglings go out dressed to the nines in colorful costumes to beg for treats from people they hardly know.
It is on this frightfully festive day that the entire world seems to laugh in the face of that which should be feared. Silly mortals, they should know better. On this night, among all the chilling attires and exchange of indulgences, it makes it that much easier for the true demons to blend in.
Now, it's quite obvious that in recent years Halloween has gotten more risqué. There is now a full-fledged adult side to this child-oriented holiday. Parties abound with scanty costumes and crude holiday humor. This association of death and desire has become a fetish and therefore, a sexual turn-on. Our protagonist is quite eager to exploit this revolutionary new way of celebrating.
Speaking of which, it is time we introduce our protagonist. She is a delightful female, once you look past her true nature. On a night like this, you would actually think she was rather cute and cunning. On another other and you might think she was quite out of place. But have a heart, because she's missing hers.
Jezebel is a wolfess and a damn gorgeous one at that. She's covered in midnight black fur, with white midriff above her breasts. She had equally black hair and the bluest eyes you've ever seen. She always wears the same thing: a blood red corset and a pair of matching boots that go up to her thighs. She wears a super-short red skirt that (barely) makes her decent where decency is required. Red on black are her colors, learn to respect them. Now, you may think that with this apparel that Jezebel is somewhat of a loose woman. You'd be right.
Of course, she needed to be. You see, Jezebel (let's call her Belle) is a succubus. She did not engage in harlotry for sport or for money, but for life itself. You see, succubae feed of the sexual energies of others, males to be specific. Their lifeblood is the potency of a male's seed. Neither food nor water will keep her body alive for long; for those things do not abound with the essence of life. Since time began these harlots-by-nature have walked among us, forcing men into bed with them and satisfying their cravings. The unfortunate side effect of such one night stands is that it leaves the male partner quite devoid of life when the deed is done, a necessary sacrifice. If they could, a succubus would surely use a lover more than once, but the need is so enormous that they leave the male with too little to survive on.
Approximately once a year, succubae venture out into the world to find a young man to lie with. It is just so that Belle had picked tonight in particular. So enter Jezebel and good hunting to you.
Let it be known, for the record, that Jezebel hated Halloween. Never had she and her kind felt so inadequate, being mocked by children who thought that monsters and witches were to be laughed at and seen as silly. But, it made it that much easier for her to score a piece of meat on such a festive evening. Drunkards usually made good targets as they often fell into bed with her and give her the satisfaction she required. However, this year, Belle wanted a challenge. She had been walking this soil long enough to know how to rope a man in, why not put it to good use? Thus, the hunt began.
Jezebel thought she would inspect her local hunting ground and see if any victims had stumbled into her awaiting snares. She usually found a man drinking himself into a stupor at the local bars or at a strip club. From there it was easy to spot a target. You find a guy who looks down on his luck, show him your interested and let him think he's taking you home for a roll in the hay. After that, it was in the bag.
Although any man would do, Belle had standards. She tried to find prey that was relatively attractive and well-endowed. Just because she needed their seed does not mean she could not be picky. It just so happened that one of her favorite hunting spots tonight was hosting a Halloween party for those over the age of twenty-one. There, she was sure to find the ready and willing stallion that possessed the traits she was in search of.
As she approached the house of liquor, she heard loud music coming from inside. Belle approached the door, only to be greeted by two tall, muscular men. They wore badges that indicated they worked for the club. A piece of identification was required to enter this party. Whatever was going on inside, it must've been a lot of fun. But because she did not possess such an item, she would have to resort to other methods.
All it took was a quick display of her lovely rack to get them to swing open the doors for her. Weak-minded vermin. Sex was her strength and their weakness.
As she entered the club, things proved to be a tad dark. Neon globes and strobe lights flashed wildly in random fashion. Females and their dates danced about erotically in playboy bunny outfits and mock-ups of superhero attires. Dreary music played on the loudspeakers.
"This shining city, built of gold; a far cry from innocence. There's more than meets the eye round here, look to the waters of the deep. A city of evil!"*
Jezebel looked toward the stage. There was a band playing atop it, all of its members dressed bleakly in dark and deranged costumes. Basked in an eerie red glow, the heavy metal band played a very dark and twisted melody that made Jezebel's heart curl with satisfaction. Guitars shrieked like banshees, drums rolled like the angry fists of an arduous monster. A bass hummed like an eerie voice moaning in agony and a singer shrieked like a werewolf born of a full moon. She decided, in all fairness, that she liked it here. It would serve as a fine arena for her hunt.
With the dark aria ringing threw her ears; Jezebel strode through the dancing crowd, ignoring the costumes and the sad, little people who hid behind them. Her eyes scanned eagerly, seeking her target out. He was here, all right. Using her sixth sense to detect the spiritual energies of capable victims, Belle prowled as a harrier sniffs out a fox. She could smell his testosterone on the air, feel his sexual energies connect strongly within her senses. It would not be long now.
"There sat a seven-headed beast, ten horns raised from his head! Symbolic woman sits on his throne, but hate strips her and leaves her naked! The Beast and the Harlot!"
"You're mine, now," the wolfess thought to herself, licking her jowls, envisioning how well he would serve her. Belle sensed an aura flare with lust; her prey was well within reach. But where was he? Despite the great blaze of energy, its origin did not reveal itself. She smiled; this prey would be a pleasure to hunt down. She had not even caught sight of him, yet he already had proven himself worthy to be her next victim.
Without warning, her prey revealed himself.
"Hey, having a good time?"
The succubus swung her head around to meet this newcomer. Belle scarcely had time to answer, for she was far too interested in examining her prize-to-be. He was a tall, gray-furred husky with long blond hair. He was a skinny one, but he'd do. He was slightly muscular, yet not rippling. Not a stallion, but a fine specimen nonetheless. The only thing Belle saw that she didn't like was his costume. He had chosen to impersonate (a rather poorly dressed) Indiana Jones. He even had a toy whip. How pathetic. She chuckled at the poor thing, letting his question hang. Seeing as how he wasn't going to get an answer, he tried a new approach...
"Are you here alone?"
Belle cracked a grin. The poor, unsuspecting boy! He was playing right into her paws!
"Yes, I am."
He looked relieved that she was not spoken for, "Me too. This party is a lot less fun when you don't have anyone to dance with. I'm Johnny. What's you're name?"
"Jezebel, but they call me Belle."
"The city dressed in jewels and gold, fine linen, myrrh and pearls! Her plagues will come all at once as her mourners watch her burn! DESTROYED IN AN HOURRRRRR!!!!
"So, Belle, can I offer you a drink?"
Belle nodded. The boy thought he could win her over with alcohol? He had absolutely no clue what he was getting himself into! The succubus decided to let him, however. By letting him think that she was into him, it made it that much easier for her to get him into bed.
The two casually walked over to the bar, where exotic drinks were being served by the plenty. Johnny, trying to impress his latest catch, signaled the bartender, "Two strawberry daiquiris, please!"
Belle thought the man deserved a little credit. It was apparent that he knew how to order a drink for a lady, most likely from trial and error. The bartender poured the rum into martini glasses and slid them down the counter to the awaiting couple. Belle took a swig of the fruity beverage. Alcohol had no effect on her whatsoever, save that it satisfied her thirst. If this man was planning to get her drunk, he had another thing coming. In fact, she planned to use it against him.
"Merchants and captains of the world! Sailors, navigators too! Will weep and mourn this loss as her sins pile to the sky! The Beast and the Harlot! She's a dwelling place for demons. She's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird and makes us drink the poison wine to fornicating with our kings, FAL-LEN. NOW. IS. BABY-LON. THE. GREAT!
"So, not into dressing up for Halloween?" inquired Johnny, looking over his acquaintance with hungry eyes. Belle beamed. She could sense his growing hunger; he was overcome by the sight of her. Oh yes, he would make a fine slave, fine one, indeed.
"What do you call this?" answered Belle, sticking out her chest, testing the limits of the corset's strength. Her lovely bosom protruded forth, extracting a gawk from the husky. It was so easy! His mind was already corrupted with her devilish beauty. Jezebel had a tendency to wrap men around her little finger, but this one did it willingly!
"Nice costume, all the same. What are you supposed to be? A buxom?"
"Something like that..." came the succubus's mysterious reply.
Johnny didn't know what she meant, so he let the question die. Instead, he made a proposal. "Any interests you'd like to talk about?" He was getting desperate, the wolfess could tell.
The wolfess thought about it before answering, "Hunting." The husky gave her a curious look.
"Really? Wow, that's something! What kind of hunting? Not fox, I hope?"
The wolfess chortled under her breath; the husky obviously had no clue what she was talking about. She decided to tease him a little more; it was so much fun to lead him along. "No, nothing like that. I prefer...larger game. I like challenging prey, it makes the hunt more...fulfilling."
"So...you hunt elephants?"
The wolfess giggled. Stupid though this man was he was proving to be a very humorous fellow. A fine catch, if she did say so herself. But enough prattle; it was time to reel this fish in. She brushed his cheek with the back of her paw, stroking his face fur with faux fondness. The husky gave a helpless look. He seemed to like it, though. He looked at her hungrily; it was obvious that he had desires that would need filling. Jezebel sensed this and smiled, he had taken the bait.
"The day has come for all us sinners! If you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground! Flee the burning, greedy city, looking back on her to see there's nothing around! I DON'T BELIEVE IN FAIRY TALES AND NO ONE WANTS TO GO HELL YOU MADE THE WRONG DECISION AND ITS EASY TO SEE NOW IF YOU WANT TO SERVE ABOVE OR BE A KING DOWN HERE WITH US YOU"RE WELCOME TO THE CITY WHERE YOUR FUTURE IS SET FOREVER!"
The husky made another in inquiry, determined not to let his new date's attention slip away from him: "So, any other interests?"
Jezebel decided to be a bit naughtier this time, after all, this cute banter would not get her the thing she needed. She leaned forward to whisper in the husky's ear. "I enjoy having sex. Is that the kind of interest you're looking for?"
The husky gave a surprised look. Obviously, he was not practiced at the art of loving making. Or in this case, love taking. He blushed, quite noticeably, in fact, under his white fur. "Don't we all like it? I mean, sure, I usually don't get in the sack with a woman I just met, but if that's what you're into..."
Jezebel grinned in triumph, he was catching on. Meanwhile, the band had just finished the song, the last one for the night, in fact. As a result, many patrons began to leave the venue, in search of more Halloween fun, as the night was still young.
Jezebel took her comrade's hand. "Come on, I'll show you a good time that you'll never forget." Of course, he wouldn't ever have a chance to remember it, either. Once his seed was in her, it would be curtains for the young Indiana Jones impersonator. The man followed helpless and as dutifully as a puppy follows around its mother. They exited the bar and walked out in the cool, brisk evening.
"I know a place nearby that we could use for the night," suggested Johnny. It was obvious that he was as eager as she was. Jezebel's loins grew moist with the lust she could hear in her prey's words. Still, she was careful to keep him in the dark. "Lead the way, handsome." Her words dripped with honey and oil, as if she was really taken with him. She needed to keep up the charade, lest it all this effort would go to waste.
Johnny did well in leading the way. They soon came to a discount hotel, where rooms, although not five-star quality, were sufficient for such an activity as sex. Johnny paid the charge for the room and the two soon-to-be lovers hurried to the assigned lodging.
Jezebel decided to get a little frisky, in order to hurry him along. While Johnny and she rode the elevator to the corresponding room, she groped his buttocks and nibbled upon his neck, showing him that her need was great and he was the one who was going to satisfy it. He tried to retain his composure, but it was obvious that he wanted to make love to her just as desperately.
The elevator door opened. Heeding the wolfess' less-than-subtle signs of lust, he picked the wolfess up, so that she faced him and carried her along the hall. Jezebel took off the man's hat, and started to unbutton his collared shirt. Johnny fumbled with the keycard, trying to unlock the room so that the fun could really start. As soon as the door unlocked, Jezebel was already starting to undo his belt.
He carried her inside and quickly laid her down upon the bed. He did not even bother to turn the lights on; horniness had overcome him too much for him to focus on anything else but her. He quickly removed his shirt, which Jezebel had already taken the liberty of unbuttoning. He just as quickly removed his undershirt and pants, stripping down to his boxers.
This shedding of clothing revealed his strong chest and abdomen, not to mention a flaring erection that was straining against his boxers, growing with every second.
Jezebel, with a coiled finger wagging, beckoned him to her, eyes staring at him ferociously as if to say, "Come hither, my stallion."
The husky did as he was told, already overcome with desire. As if reading the wolfess' mind, he began to pull on the strings that fastened her corset. As the ribbons came loose, the binding device pulled free and let loose a beautiful pair of fluffy, plump breasts, each crested with a pink, turgid nipple. Despite the beauty of her chest, the man had no time to lose. Her wiggled down her skirt, which he threw across the room with impatience. He then worked on her satin red panties. As soon as he had removed these from their place, however, he was dumbstruck. Johnny looked upon Jezebel in her nakedness, beautifully sprawled across the bedspread.
Jezebel laughed. "What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?" She was beginning to doubt his sexual skills. No matter, there was no way she could lose now, he was practically all hers!
"At least not a woman as beautiful as you, my dear," the husky said in reply, his eyes growing ravenous for her.
"Come over here! Now!" cried the wolfess, eager to get him naked. She was delighted by his compliment, although it must've meant little. Sex makes people say weird things.
The man again obeyed with a soldier's adroitness. He settled near her, giving her ample room to perform her task. Using her supple hands, she pulled down his boxers, revealing the proudest member she had ever seen. He was already throbbing with need, shaft fully-extended and his knot developed to its farthest expanses.
It was a shame that this fine specimen would decease as soon as she received its lustful gift. So she decided to give the man a parting bequest, a small endowment for his trouble. "Kneel," she commanded, to which he complied quickly. The husky got up on the bed and knelt. This put him in the ideal position for what she had in mind. His dick now protruded outward, begging to be stroked. She crawled towards him and took his manhood into her hand.
Johnny groaned at her touch, despite how slight it was. It appeared this man had a serious case of "blue-balls". He had not been used in quite awhile, Jezebel deducted. A year, perhaps more. "That's a long time to go without carnal pleasures," thought the succubus. She decided that she would give him what he deserved before she took him for all his worth.
With a steady hand, she slid, ever so smoothly, up and down his phallus, being almost painfully slow. The husky trembled beneath her grip, loving each and ever second of this charity. The wolfess formed a ring with thumb and other fingers and used it to caress him. She tugged lightly at this tender piece of flesh that grew harder and harder with each stroke. Using her other hand, Jezebel played with the man's testicles, lightly scooping them up and rolling them softly beneath her fingertips. Johnny threw his head back in ecstasy, although they had barely started. Belle continued this motion for several moments, every few seconds intensifying them. Her fondle was arousing him well. The husky squirmed as the wolfess increased her pace, feeling his shaft tingle with delight. She felt his member grow wet at its tip; a small sample of precum had emerged. She used this seed as a lubricant and applied it to his member with her hand. Eventually, the moans from the husky indicated that he was starting to enter the next level of bliss. It would be a shame if he came and her womb had not been there to receive his seed. So she decided to let him be and move on with the extraction process.
Jezebel removed her hands from him and put the hand she had been using to coax his member to her lips. Sultrily, she let her tongue out, allowing it to cleanse her hand of the man's juices. Her taste-buds danced with glee, it had been so long since she had tasted such a concoction. It's sweet, yet tangy texture melted in her mouth, making her insides feel warm and sticky.
"Holy Hell!" cried Johnny, impressed with this bit of foreplay. "Where did you learn to do that?"
The wolfess giggled, "Never mind that, Love. Now, please, do the same to me."
Jezebel then reclined back against the pillows and spread her sleek legs, allowing him a front-row seat to her lovely sex. Johnny seemed overcome, as if he were staring at some ancient prized ruby, brilliant, yet striking. In truth, her honeypot was truly a sight to behold. It was a tight yet soft mound of flesh and silky fur. Thin, red labia met each other firmly, like the lips of two beautiful women locked in a kiss. These petals clashed wildly with the blackness of her surrounding fur, like a rose among ashes. But they had become slick with arousal. A small trickle of her womanly juices poured forth, making her nethers delightfully moist.
With great conviction, Johnny placed his head between her legs. Using his strong hands, he kneaded the muscles of her inner thighs, pressing lightly here and there, working up toward that jewel the rested between them. Jezebel cooed softly, already enjoying the sensual feeling that her man was creating. With a fingertip, Johnny traced a circle around her area, teasing at her soft flesh. It was sinister to keep her waiting, but he knew she would enjoy it.
Belle put her hands behind his head, prompting him to lap at her folds. And so he did. Gently, he brought his lips forth and kissed her sopping wet mound on the labia. Another soft coo could be heard as he did this; the wolfess was finally getting what she needed. It was fortunate for her that the extraction process was very delightful. In a sense, that was the fun part. You see, essence must be extracted through intercourse. If a succubus obtains male seed without having first known him sexually, it loses it potency and is rendered useless.
But Jezebel did not want to waste this perfectly good man by going straight for his essence. She still had enough time to use him first before having to get down to business. So she let her head fall back and let Johnny do his work.
With a strong tongue, he raked her juicy lips, making them moist with his saliva and her bodily lubricants. He teased her by holding back from delving in. With slow, precise movements, he traced up one labium and then just as slowly did the other. The wolfess rather liked this; it had been a long time since she had a servant so dedicated to her needs. "Ohhhh, good! Good! Please, go a bit deeper!"
Wishing not to disobey, he stretched his tongue, parting her vaginal lips and entering her tangy honeypot. A moan came forth from the wolfess, the product of a year's inactivity. She pressed her hands harder on the back of the man's neck, coaxing him to go deeper. His tongue was now inside her, lapping at her inner walls, soaking up her feminine creams. Johnny had to admit, the female did taste quite good. Also, she was quite tight. He had somewhat mistaken her for a slut; she did offer to have sex with him even though they hardly knew each other. But Johnny decided to put these thoughts out of mind and focus on the task at hand.
He continued to probe the wolfess with his long canine tongue, pressing the ribbon of flesh against her. He flicked past her clitoris, which sent the wolfess into a cry of pleasure. Juices began to flood forth, making Johnny work all the more harder to drink them down. A nervous cry soon erupted from the wolfess, "No! Don't make me cum! Not yet! I want you inside me first!"
Johnny obeyed. He pulled his muzzle from her crotch, inhaling one last scent of her desire. But he did not have long to savor it. He was grabbed by Jezebel, who, turning him over, straddled his hips, setting up the cowgirl position. Johnny decided that he liked this; a dominant female was something that turned him on. Little did he know that Jezebel was a little too dominant for his tastes.
Jezebel now sat on her lover's waist, his member clinging to his belly. It had been given time to slacken. That would make the extraction process more tedious. Jezebel did not despair in this; there was no man in all these lands that she could not make spill his seed. Her powers were far too great. This would be no different. She brushed her pussy up against the limp cock and it immediately began to harden. The joining of their sexes brought great joy to them both. Johnny whined in impatience, while Jezebel simply licked her jowls for the savory treat to come.
Gently, she placed his hardening phallus in her supple hand. She then raised herself a few inches off his waist and slowly positioned his cock so that its head scraped against her. She toyed with his member for a few moments, preparing it for the passage it would soon be undergoing. In fact, this was the fountain from which her victim's life force would spring. This was it: the hunt was nearing its end.
A whimper came forth from Johnny's muzzle, eager to have his manhood buried with the tender petals of Jezebel's sex. Jezebel heard his cry for sexual attention and decided that enough was enough. Sure, she was having fun, but she still required sustenance.
Eager as well, the wolfess lifted herself off her lover's hips. With slow and steady movements, she positioned herself above the man's throbbing member. A groan erupted from the man's lips as his tip touched her silky labia. Slowly, and somewhat painfully, she lowered herself onto the hot, sexual piston, ready to extract his seed.
It would be untruthful to say that Jezebel did not enjoy intercourse. This was, in fact, her favorite part. Being a succubus was a good problem to have. It was the equivalent of being a chocoholic who needed to eat candy in order to survive. It was inevitable now. The man had painted himself into a corner. Nothing would stop him from sending forth his seed now; Jezebel would soon have her prize. It was kind of a shame, actually. The hunt was thrilling, but when her prey was hopeless, all the fun was decanted. No matter.
With a gradual grind of her hips, she began the extraction process. She had done this plenty of times before and knew exactly how to evict those precious drops of life from a man. Another groan sounded, louder that before. Her victim was in ecstasy. How could he not be? He was wrapped in the warm, snug folds of a beautiful woman. But this was not to say he was having all the fun. On the contrary, Jezebel enjoyed the feeling of being filled once again, her inner walls stretched and stimulated, lips parted in delightful stretches.
The husky's hips moved spasmodically as if electric current had run through his body. He gave hasty, helpless humps, wanting to get to orgasm quickly. Jezebel had other plans. She constricted her vaginal muscles to keep him from moving so violently. She bent down to meet his face, hair hanging all about her head in a shadowy veil. "Take it slow, love. There is no need to rush. The finale will only be that much greater if we prolong the magic."
The man nodded as he looked up at her with hungry desire. She could tell he wanted this badly. Nay, he needed it. However, she was not going to waste her yearly treat so quickly. He was going to have to wait for release. With small, deliberate movements, she resumed her task.
Their bodily fluids by this time were plentiful, allowing their genitals to slide past each other with smooth grace. With each stroke, Jezebel's sex burned with more and more desire. It had been so long since she had been with a man. Remarkable memories of past encounters flooded her mind. The sensation of love making came back full force, her first time, specifically. She remembered how she cherished every hump, every thrust, every last drop of that marvelous secretion that would feed her body for a year to come. Since that fateful first night, men had bowed at her feet and feel under her spell, showered her with love and sex and be returned to ash. This would be no different.
But something proved to be different about Johnny than any of her other lovers. He was well trained, despite how he seemed so inexperienced. His hips now moved with tenderness, pleasuring the wolfess with his strong rod. He looked up at her with that hungry look, ready to plunge into bliss with her. The wolfess decided that her lover deserved one last wish. With strong thrusts, she began to pick up pace, setting off toward orgasm.
The husky groaned in approval. His hips matched her speed, trying to meet her mid-hump. The collision of their bodies made the sensation that much sweeter. This created twice the power that a normal hump could produce. Sweat began to drip from each of them. Their vessels became like machines, engines destined to repeat the same stroke over and over until finally they were satisfied. Their movements became mechanical, following a rigid tempo that increased ever so slightly with each passing moment.
The wolfess grinned in pleasure. It had been a long while since she had had such a healthy man to bed her. She knew that when it would come time for release, it would be very powerful. Her mind was focused on one thing now; attaining her victim's life force. She could feel his energy coming to boiling point, the elixir of life stewing within his sack.
Their pace had by now become fierce; Johnny's slick phallus began to tug on her walls as her walls clamped as equally as tight around him. A pleasing suction had been produced; the sliding of wet flesh upon wet flesh brought forth the most delightful of sensations. Jezebel threw her head back in bliss, about to be satisfied for the first time after such a long hiatus.
Johnny looked equally as pleased. He was furiously pumping his hips upward, the need for restraint long abandoned. The goal could be felt approaching. At first, it was a tingle, not very stimulating at all. But it soon grew quickly, like liquid fire. Warmth arose from both of their sexes; there was no stopping or turning back now.
Getting there, however, seemed maddeningly infuriating. So much effort had to be put into each thrust to propel their bodies closer to climax. However, the need for such pleasure drove their bodies beyond physical limit. The warm feeling grew stronger, which only motivated their hips to move faster. Mouths gasped and moaned with pleasure, as if they were opened for the sole purpose of fueling the fires inside their bodies.
Progress toward orgasm was slow, but there was progress indeed. Hands began to roam their partner's bodies, desperate to move in all the excitement. The caresses that Johnny laid upon the wolfess were filled with need, desperately crying out for release. However, Jezebel's touch was much more firm. She could not allow her prey to lose control of himself just yet, she was not as close to the edge as he.
She then draped her tail across his thighs, the tip tickling both her vagina and his knot. The husky let out a cry as the silky extremity flicked across the base of his shaft. Jezebel too felt a wave of pleasure flow through her. The intrusive tail moved up and down the canine's phallus and the wolfess' labia, making the arduous process of getting to climax a tad easier. The soft silk of canine fur had its teasing way with both genitalia like a bird's feather.
This new addition to the fray made that warming feeling all the stronger. With renewed vigor, Johnny's hips began to hump faster and Jezebel's ribbed walls pulled greedily at his member like a child suckles from the teat. Suddenly, Johnny's testicles began to rise up toward his body, the signal that he was getting ready to release. Jezebel licked her lips in anticipation.
The husky's face showed the signs of strain, his climax was approaching. With one last powerful thrust, his member erupted with devastating force. He cried out in bliss as his seed entered his partner, who was all too eager to receive it. Finally! At long last life was hers once more! The rush of fluids from her slave caused an eruption within her own nether-regions. Jezebel yelped as her juices mixed with those of the husky. The floodgates holding back satisfaction failed and relinquished the locks to let bliss flow through.
The feeling was ecstatic. She drew on his life force as he came, taking more and more seed to satisfy herself. She could feel her body grow stronger, suddenly full of vigor and energy. As the man's member exhausted the supply of semen, his fatigue became apparent. With the expulsion his seed, he would die. Jezebel needed so much energy that his body would not survive on the residue that she left behind. Belle looked upon her lover, seeing them writhe in death throes was always a spectacle to her.
Johnny's bright eyes began to grow glassy and his face began to droop. He looked liked he was falling into a deep sleep, although Jezebel knew better than to believe that. Finally, Johnny closed his eyes and his head slumped limply to his chest.
Jezebel sighed with relief. She now had a moment to stop this charade. Her irksome itch was erased as orgasm ran down to a trickle and then ceased to be. Jezebel felt reprieve. Her hard work was done and another year had been added to her lifespan. The task was done.
Suddenly, the husky jerked his head up with violent speed. He had done this so quickly, it was if he had just risen from the dead. Johnny looked into the eyes of the succubus with a devilish smile. The man's eyes turned as yellow as the Harvest Moon. "Sorry, love, but I'm not ready to go just yet." Jezebel was frightened, she had not foreseen this. Her first instinct was to get away, but she found that the man's exhaustion had been feigned. Johnny was still quite energetic.
Impossible! He had been nearly dead just seconds ago! What was happening? The man took Jezebel by the throat roughly, signaling that there was no escape. The tables had turned. Johnny tugged her head down, so that her ear was at his mouth. He spoke to the wolfess in a ghoulish voice.
"I'll take my energy back now, if you don't mind," he said with a hiss. Slowly, the afterglow that was tingling in Jezebel's womanhood turned to intense pain. In agony, she screamed. The energy she had just consumed was regurgitated, being drawn back into the man's member in a violent vacuum. Soon, she began to feel weak. Her energies were leaving her body as well. Her breasts shriveled, her lovely hair turned to ash and her eyes sunk back into her skull. Her body was decomposing with every passing second as her life-force was ripped from her bones in a fierce conflagration. The man let go of her collar, having no need to restrain her any longer.
With her last breath, she managed to croak, "You fucking bastard! You're a..." She would never finish that sentence. Her wicked spirit expired; the spiritual fire inside her had gone out. Her body, now a lifeless vessel left to rot, fell limp across Johnny's chest. Without ceremony, he carelessly tossed the corpse aside, leaving it to fester on the floor.
With a cool tenor, he answered the question of the unfaithfully departed, "Precisely, an incubus." Offhandedly, the creature removed himself from the bed and gathered his clothes. Before exiting, he blew the dead wolfess a sarcastic kiss. "Thanks for the snack, darling. It's been so long since I've hunted prey like you." Without convictions, he left the room and set off into the cool night. The hunt had been successful.
* Beast and the Harlot © Avenged Sevenfold of Roadrunner Records