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“Where are you headed to, Ashley?”
“Hm… thinking of going to a buffet, today. I’m starving.”
“Well, you’re right. It is almost dinner time. Any idea of what you’re gonna have, today?”
“I’m thinking of something more… ‘exotic’, if you catch my drift.”
Ashley giggled, and waved goodbye to her friend as she drew a circle in the air with her fingers and faintly gestured with the other towards it. A portal opened in front of her, distorting its surroundings as if it were a black hole. Traversing dimensions required a deep understanding and powerful ability of magic, but for a succubus like her… leaving the Demon Realm to go for a stroll was a Tuesday.
“I think I’ll go for more… ‘tender’ and ‘rich’ meat today.” – she winked, walking inside the portal, which quickly disappeared after.
Her friend nodded in disapproval to herself, yet not hiding a smile. – “Such a degenerate, that one.” – she thought. But she had to give her credit; said meat never failed to make any succubus full, and today would be a night of full moon, where their libido reached a boiling point.
->“u coming with the drinks? party’s at 9pm”
“get off my ass shithead im taking care of it”<-
Mitchell locked his cellphone with a grunt. He hated being reminded, and especially told, what to do, but his friend (or colleague, as he would rather address him) was right: he had about one hour left until the party started. He rose from his king-sized bed and walked out of his room, traversing down the generous flight of stairs that occupied the middle of the ostentatious house he and his family lived in. His parents, dressed in exquisite formal wear of highest quality, were at the doorstep, gathering their belongings before leaving.
“Honey, we’re leaving to have dinner with friends. We’ll be back at around midnight, dinner’s in the kitchen for you to eat when you get hungry.” – said his mother, ruffling his hair.
“And don’t forget to finish your homework, bud.” – chuckled his father, which Mitchell replied to with yet another grunt. – “Make sure to get everything done if you feel like going out today, or else you’ll forget… again…”
Mitchell was not having it. – “Ugh, sure, sure, whatever. See you later.” - Dismissing his parents’ affection with a prideful eye roll, he waited until they locked the house’s door and heard the car driving away.
“Nice. Now, let’s get to business.” – he thought, a sly grin painting his face.
His parents were out, it was the butler’s day off, and there was no one in the house to bother him… save for his friend, who decided to bother Mitchell yet again with a text message, asking him if had gotten the drinks already. He didn’t even bother to reply; he turned off his phone for good, and went to fulfill his task before he would have to block his friend’s “naggy ass”, as he would call it.
Where most teenagers his age would bring Mountain Dew or a 24-pack of Dr. Pepper to a Friday night party, Mitchell had a better idea: he would much rather have he and his “colleagues” drinking an expensive bottle of aged Jack Daniel’s and a keg (two, if he was feeling adventurous) of beer. And what better place to get alcohol than the house’s basement? Passing through the kitchen and ignoring the dinner his mother left for him, he descended to the basement, pondering what to take for the party. His train of thought was quickly broken as he heard something in the basement, the noise becoming louder and clearer as he kept going down. A rhythmically wet, squelching noise and what sounded like muffled breathing. “Rats inside the sewage…” – he thought; or rather, hoped. Another echoing moan made him stop. Regaining his composure, still convincing himself that “it’s just rats moving around and he’d have his parents call pest control on the following day”, he kept going.
Mitchell stopped in his tracks as soon as he stepped on the basement’s floor. In the basement, right next to the cabinet where his parents kept their alcohol, laid a woman he had never seen before; and to add insult to injury, she was nude, and pleasuring herself. She locked eyes with him, with no intention of stopping the obscenity.
“W-who the fuck are you?” – squeaked Mitchell. – “How the fuck did you get in here?”
Before she could reply, Mitchell noticed a pair of horns nestled on the sides of her head. Halloween had been MONTHS ago. His ego and panic subsided as he, unable to avert his gaze to the woman’s body and self-pleasuring, began fumbling his words.
“Calm down, hun…” – she cooed. Her voice was sweet yet alluring, making Mitchell shake in anxiety. – “Be a good boy and keep looking…”
Mitchell shifted his attention to her horns. Were they… glowing? The crimson red palette that adorned her horns became lighter as they glowed hypnotically. She stopped fingering herself, and walked up to him, her hips swaying as she strutted. Mitchell was entranced, not moving a muscle, still focusing on her horns. She held his face on her hands.
“Well, aren’t you a cute one… Have you ever been with a girl before?”
“I…”
Despite the shock, Mitchell had to show her who’s boss.
“D-duh!” – he lied. – “I get a new date every week!”
The woman squeezed her chest against his face, making him yip and blush frantically. She laughed. – “Well, how about having me as your new girlfriend? I could really go for a snack right now and I’m craving… ‘young meat’ in particular… What’s your name, cutie?”
“M-Mitchell. You?”
“Ashley, but for you, it’s ‘Miss’.” – whatever ego remained inside Mitchell wanted to protest, but he did not utter a single word. – “So, what do you say?”
“S-sure…”
“That’s a good boy…” – Ashley replied, reaching closer to his face and closing her eyes.
Contrary to what he would boast to his friends, Mitchell had never had a single girlfriend before, let alone kiss a girl on the cheek. Closing his eyes and expecting a soft, warm feeling on his mouth, he felt instead something slippery dig into his mouth and clashing with his tongue. Was she… french-kissing him? He rolled tongues with her, paralyzed, yet enjoying the overwhelming feeling, as Ashley’s saliva lubricated and savored every nook and cranny of his mouth. He pulled away for a moment to breathe air, but Ashley wanted more. She held his head forcefully and dug her tongue even deeper, nearly reaching his throat and making him gag. Mitchell couldn’t breathe or move. She was bigger and stronger than him, and she loved it.
Ashley released him, and Mitchell fell to the ground, frantically gasping for air and coughing, drool practically raining from his mouth. She licked her lips and watched him struggle, clearly enjoying the sight.
“What w-was that for?” – Mitchell coughed violently, teary-eyed. – “I c-couldn’t even b-breathe! Are you insane?!”
Ashley laughed. – “Well, something tells me you never kissed a girl before, after all!”
“S-shut up, bitch! You almost killed me! That didn’t feel good at all!”
She covered her mouth with her hand, pointing downwards. – “Ah, really? I think your buddy is telling me otherwise…”
Mitchell looked down, and she was right; the intense makeout session had pitched a tent in his jeans that begged to be freed. Ashley rubbed his bulge softly, and laid on her knees.
“Let’s see what you’re packing…”
“Wa-wa-wait!” – he yipped.
Mitchell’s jeans came down with one fierce pull, and his manhood (rather, boyhood) flopped outside in tandem. A perfectly average-sized, fleshy tube that feverishly pointed upwards and was hard as a rock and held a tiny bead of precum on his tip. Hairs had yet to grow on it or his groin at all; it would take a little more until puberty started churning out its changes. To Ashley, however, it was somewhat of a letdown.
“A little on the smaller side, are we?” – she chuckled, making him puff his cheeks in anger.
“F-fuck you! I’m still growing! A-and the chicks like it!” – he barked, clenching his fists. As much as he wanted to hit her, like he did with anyone (or anything) that dared disrespect him, he couldn’t move.
“Well… has a girl ever done THIS to you?”– she winked, and lowered her head. Before Mitchell could respond, he felt her warm breath approach his cock for a moment, and all hell broke loose.
Ashley enveloped her mouth in his member and started viciously sucking and slurping, violently bobbing her head forward and backward on his length. Cupping his balls in her tongue, she fit them inside her mouth and loudly savoring his package; Mitchell’s moans echoed through the basement as she mercilessly devoured his cock. Ashley wanted his cum, and she would take it from him the hard way for being such a rude little boy to her. After 20 seconds of non-stop fellatio, his legs shook, his balls, still enveloped in her tongue, clenched fiercely, and he finally gave in. Locking Mitchell’s dick in place with her lips, he released. As expected of a boy his age, his cum was still developing; a modest, sparse and gooey mixture that coated her tongue and the back of her throat. Mitchell moaned, now freed from the sucking that he would liken more as “torture” than a blowjob. Ashley, who in turn was already not expecting much, became even more disappointed. That kind of load could not even qualify as a light snack.
Swallowing his underdeveloped semen as he panted and sweated copiously, Ashley had another idea. - “Kind of a letdown, but that’s just the warmup. But I’ve got just the trick…”
Mitchell’s nuts, completely drained, ached. He wished he didn’t even go to the basement in the first place. Looking up towards Ashley, still breathless, her horns glowed again, yet even more intensely. She laid on the floor, and stretched her arms out in his direction, beckoning him. Mitchell wanted to run away, but his body was moving by itself. Weak, trembling and light-headed, his body shambled the best it could towards Ashley, finally laying on his knees.
“Come on, I’ll teach you how to fill up a lady, hun…” – she cooed, holding his cock and for once, massaging it softly, contrasting the cruel blowjob he had just received earlier. Still, with each rub, he felt more… invigorated? With a light tug on his shaft, Ashley pulled him closer, and guided him into her entrance. Mitchell’s body still acted by itself. The damp, warm texture of her insides felt disgusting to his mind, yet his body expressed itself otherwise, presenting her with blind, inexperienced thrusts that gradually became more composed and rhythmic.
His package throbbed between the walls of Ashley’s merciless pussy, and with each passing moment, he felt the pressure choke his cock more and more. Ashley’s womb began to bulge outward suspiciously as he kept thrusting. Opening his mouth to question it and looking at Ashley, he closed it immediately after as he knew it would land on deaf ears: Ashley kept shaking ecstatically and moaning, diverting all her focus on the cock that once barely scraped the back of her mouth, yet was now thrashing every corner of her hole. Something wasn’t right. He felt light-headed again, a dull pain in his testicles heralding another release. He clutched Ashley’s breasts, making her squeal, and delivered one final impulse into her cavity.
His first emissions inside her were akin to a squirt gun, much like moments before. Depressing, pathetic droplets of watery sludge that could hardly qualify as semen. A sudden churning in his balls, however, promised more was to come. Mitchell started copiously pumping into her, which she deeply showed appreciation for by moaning even more intensely, her shrill screams of joy reverberating through the basement’s walls. He continued pumping for an inhumane 30 seconds, and once he was finished, undocked his boyhood from her slit. Or rather, more-than-manhood, as he was now witnessing.
Mitchell’s cock, enveloped in his own ball slime and Ashley’s pussy juice, had somehow grown to triple its original size and throbbed violently. His peehole blinked back at him, remnants of backed-up semen still oozing out of it and dripping on the ground. Where once he had a single, modest vein running up to his foreskin, now sprouted several more that bulged under the volume of liters upon liters of blood engorging his whole member. As if that weren’t enough, his balls had grown in similar proportion, visually rumbling and signaling that a new batch of fresh cum was in the making. And speaking of cum… Mitchell looked at the aftermath and his jaw dropped. Ashley’s stomach was bulging with his semen, which rained on the floor from her pussy like a waterfall. It wasn’t just the quantity that surprised him, it was what it looked like. Whatever he had dumped inside her looked like a yellowish-white, thick, sticky paste that couldn’t have possibly been ejected by a human. The hyper-fertile slime stuck to her vulva as if to forcefully impregnate her, and reeked.
He had to be dreaming. Slapping himself on the face to “wake himself up”, Mitchell crawled back the best he could to the basement’s stairs. The party didn’t matter anymore. He had to get out of there.
“Where are you going, hun? We’re just getting started…”
Ashley was in front of the stairs, towering over him, cum still dripping from her.
“A girl like me isn’t satisfied this easily, you know.” – she smirked. Whatever remained of Mitchell’s hope vanished as she picked him up and carried him back to the dark depths of the basement. – “I’m gonna need a looooot more of your seed before I’m satisfied…”
The familiar rumble of an engine approached the house. Mitchell couldn’t even yell out for help. Closing his eyes in fear, wishing it to be over as Ashley manhandled his inhumanly-sized appendage into her slit once more, he accepted his fate.