The Succubus Eats.

NSFW. The post contains elements of mind-control and D/s.

She sits, the moonlight spilling over her shoulders moving more than she does. She watches him through the silvery light, the sheer curtain moving slowly in the brief puff of night air from the open window where she entered.

Her gaze centers on his eyelids, willing naughty thoughts into his dreams. There, that dream of a hot summer day--she inserts a sweat-slickened girl, white shirt clinging to her curves translucently. The girl beckons to him, laughing, backing into a stream. He's resisting; the succubus frowns from her perch on the windowsill and has the girl dip under water, coming up dripping and naked, still laughing, still beckoning.

He slips into the water.

She smiles, lets her features soften. Her tail perks, lashes the air once, twice. Her eyes flick down as he rolls over, the blanket drawing off his warming skin. He's clearly aroused. From the twitches of his hips, he and the girl are having a rollicking good time.

Soon, she will have her meal. In the meantime, she'll have her fun.

As the dream dissipates, she hooks into his mind, bringing him to a semi-lucid state. His eyes blink lazily at her, his naked cock still hard, gleaming at the tip. She licks her lips, then crooks one talon-tipped finger.

"Come."

He shifts, begins to move. He's unsteady at first, but she inserts the thought that he's dreaming, and his gait becomes smoother. He crosses to the window and kneels. She smiles again; she's chosen well.

She fingers his hair, silky soft to her touch, then drops her hand as she orders, "Unfasten my zippers." She helps his hand up to the first, just over her left nipple, the latex of her suit creaking quietly as she moves. After that help, he finds the other two--in the obvious places--without further assistance.

Her breasts push eagerly at the new openings, having been restrained by the suit. His hand, brushing over her nipples, pauses, turns. She lets him explore, knowing he does so in a dream state. One hand reaches under his chin, draws him up to breast height. He takes over from there, lips fastening about the hard, dark nub.

Her guttural sound of pleasure gives him momentary pause, which she uses to guide his hand between her legs. He moves a hand over the brief exposure of skin, and then in, drawn by the heat. Her hips press out, encouraging him, until he finds her third pleasure nub. Her tail whips in the air now, lightly smacking against the windowpane.

She stands, ass against the sill, legs splayed. Her motion pulls her nipples from fingers and lips. His fingers stay busy. She looks down at his swollen member, throbbing still. Perhaps more. Her hands both go to this head, pressing him down again, and then forward.

He needs no further encouragement, diving his lips in eagerly, tongue swiping along the path his fingers followed moments before. Her breath comes out ragged as his tongue drags along the wet channel. One hoof stamps, lightly. His tongue darts in, and she bucks. He withdraws, pulls her clit in, sucks.

She groans, her back bowing, her tail tangling in that curtain for a moment. Her fingers dig in, holding him, there, and then she releases him.

He's still rigid, more precum pearling there at his tip. She delves into his mind again, then works him to a standing position there before her. She sits, draws him closer, and licks.

He cries out in his lucid dream and aloud, and she pauses, waiting to see if anyone notices. Hearing nothing, she licks again, and he jerks forward. She savors the salty taste, purer here than it will be later.

Then her hands are under his sac, on his ass, squeezing and rolling. Her lips are sliding down, forked tongue tip bumping over his veins and valleys, until her lips smack his base and his velvety head lodges in her opening throat.

She works her mouth over him, keeping him just on the edge, drinking down that clear salty liquid as long as she can.

When she's had her fill of that, she probes just behind his balls, pressing until she hears his gasp and feels the first warning throb. She pulls her lips back until they're sealed just under his soft straining glans.

She sucks, hard.

The first spurt sprays directly to the back of her mouth and slides down, warming her belly. The second falls on her tongue, allowing her to taste the creamy, slightly spicy seed. The third and fourth and fifth fall shorter and shorter, until her mouth is full.

She swallows before she lets him pull out. A little seed spatters on her tit anyway. She scoops it up with a finger, pops it in her mouth.

He slumps, and she lets him as she leans back, her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of being full.

Then she works him back to his bed, just before the dream wears off. She walks over, covers him partially with the sheet, then goes back to the window.

Just before she departs, she looks back, smiles. She wonders if he'll remember the dream in the morning. Then she jumps, wings spreading, heading off into the dark just before dawn.