Succubus Summoning Pt. 02

The smoke dissipated, leaving the small pale figure to stand in the centre of the chalk circle drawn on the floorboards. The room was different this time; no pillows and blankets draped like a Hollywood remake of a harem, this room was more rustic. Normal, even. A Persian rug pulled to one side, a simple wooden bed -double, of course- and even a little fake fireplace off to the side. It was much more romantic than you'd expect for summoning demons.

"Hi again," Thomas said, pulling the hood of his robes down.

"Hi," Nymira smiled, curling a lock of her short chestnut hair around a finger, "So... you summoned me again?"

"Oh, uh, yeah..." Thomas scratched the back of his head. "I did promise, you know?"

"Not many people bother making promises to a demon. Much less keep them." She took a step forward, her hips swaying with each step. The gold bangles and rubies jingled as she walked, her naked body catching the firelight perfectly. Soft, with subtle curves to it; small but perky breasts, a slender waist, and a cute bubble butt. And, of course, her adorable cock hanging between her thighs. Her tail flicked behind her ankles as she pressed herself against Thomas' body. "You must have really had fun before, huh?"

Thomas swallowed. He felt like a nervous virgin whenever he was around her. Though, she seemed to be feeling the same way going by the flush to her cheeks and the slight tremble in her touch. He slid his arms around her waist, hands grabbing her arse, and she just barely held back a squeak.

"So, Master..." She purred, "What do you desire?"

"You don't have to call me 'master' you know," Thomas mumbled. He let his robes drop to the floor, his cheeks burning brighter as he felt Nymira's smooth skin against his own. She felt softer and warmer than she looked, and for a moment, he just wanted to spend all night with her pressed against him like this.

"O-oh, um..." Nymira looked away from him, hands trailing down his sides as her cheeks reddened. "Did you want to move to the bed?"

"Yeah, that'd be, um... great." Smooth. The two of them walked together, hands squeezing and feeling each other along the way. Thomas could feel the heat and blood rushing downwards even before he lay atop the covers. Nymira knelt above him, her body on full display. Her hands dragged up his sides, her cock twitching into life as he did the same. She sure knew how to make an average guy feel special.

"So, how do we start tonight?" He asked.

"That depends... you're the one who summoned me, after all. You get to choose." Nymira said.

"Yeah, but I want to know what you'd like."

"O-oh! Um, I..." She squirmed atop his thighs, "I guess I've always wanted to try something like..."

She licked her palm and wrapped her hand around his cock, slowly pumping up and down until it was as hard as it could get. Nymira seemed to tremble whenever he twitched in her hand, an embarrassed but eager smile on her face. She knelt further down, licked her other palm, and held both of their cocks between her hands. Thomas sucked in a breath; it was... weird. New. She was hot and hard, pressed against his own member like a rod of heated iron. The slow pumping of her saliva-covered hands teased out gentle waves of pleasure, and by the time her spit had dried their combined pre-cum was slathered all over their shafts.

Thomas groaned, his hips pressing upwards and grinding slowly. His cock bumped and rubbed against hers, making Nymira squeak adorably. Fucking her hands was strangely enjoyable, but having a constant reminder of how aroused she was, added a little intimate thrill to everything.

"You're so much bigger..." Nymira breathed.

"You're exaggerating."

"I'm not! It makes me feel so... girly," She teased, "Being compared to such a big, strong man like you."

Thomas laughed. "Big and strong, huh?"

"Mhmm... I bet you could just take me however you wanted, and I'd be powerless to resist."

Now there was an idea.

He grabbed her by her hips and threw her into the covers. Nymira let out a little squeak of shock as he pressed himself down from above. She squirmed as he kissed and nipped at her neck and shoulders, her plush rump grinding against his cock. He was still slick from her pre-cum, but he knew he'd have to give her a little bit of prep first. A quick suck on two fingers to get them soaked in saliva, and...

"Eep!" Nymira buried her face in the sheets.

"Too sudden?"

"A little..." Nymira groaned and pushed her arse back as his fingers pushed into her puckered hole. It was easier than Thomas had expected, but then again, she was a sex demon. An adorable sex demon who whimpered as he poked and prodded her sensitive spot. Finally satisfied he took hold of her hips, pressed his cock against her arsehole and pushed.

He hissed as he slid inside; she was tight. Slow, gentle thrusts at first to work himself deeper and deeper into her until his hips pressed against her. She pushed back, climbing onto all fours and almost sitting right in his lap as he knelt behind her. Nymira wriggled her hips and flashed a cheeky smile back at him.

"I thought you were going to take me?" She teased.

"You're right," He said and grabbed her by the hair.

She yelped as he tugged and thrust at once, the soft slap of flesh meeting flesh echoing around the room. His fingers curled around her silky locks, pulling her head back and using it almost as a handle while he pounded away at her arse. A small flash of panic moved through him as he felt her tense around his cock, but the loud moan a second later told him she was having as much fun as he was. He redoubled his efforts, slamming harder and deeper into her. A sharp slap across her jiggling rear brought out a cry of delight.

Thomas growled. He didn't know where it came from, but it felt right. There was something satisfyingly primal about fucking her hard; about using her body like this. And she was responding, thrusting her hips back against his and screaming for more. Another quick spank made her shiver around him, another tug on her hair made her moan. The pace was exhausting, but he pushed himself to keep going. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock, feel the pleasure over his entire shaft. He leant over Nymira and bit her collarbone. Her hand jumped to his head, holding him in place as she shuddered and whimpered beneath him.

He finished before he even realised he was close. With a grunt, he grabbed Nymira's hips and pushed as deep as he could, pleasure ripping up his cock as pulses of pleasure burst into his mind. She pressed back, panting and clenching around him as if to milk more and more cum out of him. Thomas half-collapsed atop her, his breath shallow before he pulled himself upright again. He smiled and gave her red buttocks one last slap before sitting back on the bed.

"Sorry about that," He said.

"About what?" Nymira asked.

"Cumming so soon." Thomas scratched the back of his head, his cheeks suddenly burning with shame. "You didn't even seem like you were-"

"I-I was having fun! Really! I just..." She turned over, her legs shaking as she settled onto her back. Her cock was still hard, drooling pre over her pale stomach.

"You seemed to have it easier the first time," He chuckled.

"Shush!" Nymia pouted.

"Sorry again."

"You don't have to apologise," She giggled, "We don't have to be done just yet."

"Are you sure? I mean, I'm a little..." He looked down at his deflating cock.

Nymira smiled and gestured him over. Thomas crawled over to her, resting his hands either side of her shoulders. That just made her blush more and more, her eyes darting up and down him. Her thighs closed as if she were trying to hide, but they just bumped into his legs. Her trembling hands dragged down his torso and stomach, little tingles following in the wake of her fingertips until finally, she brushed against his flaccid cock.

Well, he wouldn't say no to a handjob.

Thomas sucked in a sharp breath as a small jolt of something ran across his tip. In an instant, it moved down to his hilt, his shaft buzzing with strange sensation before an ache settled into his body. Not a painful ache; more like a dull throbbing. Over a few seconds, he felt as if he hadn't cum in months. His cock twitched back into life, his balls aching for release and a renewed lust burning at the back of his mind. He looked at Nymira's face with her coy little smile and suddenly wanted to pin her back down and fuck her senseless for the next week.

"Woah," He breathed.

"Did you forget I'm a succubus?"

"Yeah... I guess I did." He smiled down at her, hands sliding up her thighs.

"A-Although..." Nymira looked away.

"What's the matter? Something wrong?"

"It's nothing, but, um..." She twiddled her fingers and blushed. "Can we maybe... be gentler this time?"

Thomas pushed the roaring inferno to the back of his mind.

"I thought I was the one in charge?" He teased.

His hands moved up from silky smooth thighs and over subtle curves, softly squeezing her arse and breasts. Her breath hitched as he kissed the nape of her neck. He felt her fingers drag along his back, her legs curl around his waist. She whimpered at the smallest, slowest flick of his tongue and he shuddered with each gentle push of his buttons. His cock found her entrance again, and he pushed forward. Just enough to get inside before he slowed down and let her readjust to his girth.

This time, his strokes were almost languid; letting her feel every inch of him move in her. Nymira's thighs tightened around him. The heat of her body against his was driving him crazy, her breath tickling his ear as she gasped and groaned. Thomas could feel her cock twitch as it was sandwiched between their stomachs. Their hips rolled and bucked together, their lips danced over the other's neck, and their hands struggled between supporting themselves and scrambling over the other.

Thomas pulled back from her: just enough so that he could see her face as he fucked her. Her hair was a mess, sweat glistened on her brow and her eyes alternated between closing with groans of delight and staring up at him; begging him for more.

By the time he thought to stop himself, he was already kissing her.

A moment of shocked hesitation almost made him pull away, but then she was kissing him back. Her arms wrapped around him, crushing their bodies together as their pace quickened with their heartbeats. His hands were in her hair, hers were digging into his shoulders, and the kiss deepening as the lust she'd flooded into him took over completely. They broke apart to cry out together, gasping for short breaths before kissing again and again. Nymira's hand slid down his arm until it found his fingers, holding his hand tightly as the bed creaked beneath them.

She tensed beneath him. A sudden buck of her hips was the only warning he got before spurts of warmth spread across his stomach. He could feel her cock pulse against his skin, feel her tighten around him as her orgasm wracked her body. It was too much; with one last thrust, he threw himself over the edge and came with her. Waves of pleasure ripped up his dick and crashed into his mind. He hugged Nymira close to him and shuddered with her. It was stronger than the first, longer and more explosive, leaving him a quivering, exhausted mess atop her.

They lay together for a while, breathing quickly until their minds and bodies readjusted. Nymira's legs uncurled from him, flopping onto the bed as Thomas rolled over to lie beside her. He stared up at the ceiling, sticky from sweat and cum, and tried to figure out what the hell just happened.

"Y-you..." She panted, "You kissed me..."

"Sorry," He said, "I was caught up in the moment."

"You kissed me," She said again. And then cried out and covered her face with her hands. "Ah! It wasn't supposed to happen like that!"

"Supposed to happen?" He asked.

"N-No! I mean, um, I-!" Nymira turned away and buried her head in a pillow. "I'm sorry! I must have enchanted you by accident, o-or overdone the lust spell or, or-"

"Slow down, it's okay! I..." Thomas licked his dry lips nervously. "I meant it."

Nymira peeked out from behind her fingers.

"There's, um... you know, a reason I summoned you again. I think you're pretty cute. Okay, really cute. And I know you like me too, so... ah, sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you, it was too forward."

"No, no, no! I'm the one who should be saying sorry!"

"Why? You didn't do anything wrong."

"But, but I..." She twiddled her fingers again, looking down at herself. "I wanted it."

"You wanted me to kiss you?"

Nymira nodded.

"You could have just asked me to-"

"No, I... I wanted it to be real. I wanted to know if you really, um..." She buried her head again.

Thomas put a hand on her shoulder and smiled. He wasn't a total idiot, after all. But this was new territory for him. "Hey, um... is there any way I can make this... permanent?"

"What do you mean?" She asked from inside her hands.

"Like a pact or something? So I don't have to go through all the rituals and stuff to summon you."

"... Do you really want that?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think I do."

"Are you sure?"

Thomas chuckled, leant over and kissed her on the forehead. Nymira let out a long, timid little squeak; like a schoolgirl who just got her first Valentine's card. She buried her face into his shoulder, curling up against him.

"U-um... we can make a pact if you really want. There are all sorts of rules and stuff, so we don't if you don't want to, but-"

He kissed her forehead again, and she turned into a quiet, blushing mess again.

"We can talk it over later," Thomas said.

Nymira nodded quickly. Her hand slowly slid over his stomach until it found his. The two exhausted figures lay there, with their fingers intertwined and their heart fluttering from more than just the exercise.