Name: Cephalotia Fleshpot (cn: Treehugger Fleshpot)
Type: Plant
Habitat: Jungle. Dense Vegetation.
Description:
Resembles a plant and naked humanoid woman fused together. The vegetative part consists of a single thick leaf rolled around to form a pot-shaped structure. The humanoid part is fused within the pot wall and looks like a naked human female hugging the pot. The buttocks and back are visible on the outside of the pot. Her breasts protrude out from the inner wall and within the pot there is an opening that corresponds to where the vagina would be on a human woman. The head hangs over the pot entrance in a way that makes it look as though she is sleeping.
They are sentient, intelligent and surprisingly will remain friendly even after their hypnotic scents are resisted. They believe what they do to humans is not bad or evil... that most men would freely trade their lives for the pleasures they give them in their final moments.
Attack Strategy:
The cephalotia fleshpot lures prey to her by releasing a scent with both mild hypnotic and aphrodisiac effects. This scent is dispersed over a wide area and can attract prey from a considerable distance. When the prey comes close enough the pot emits a thick cloud of spores or pollen that, when inhaled, puts the victim into a highly suggestible state. The fleshpot talks her victim into entering her pot, and once they do, the walls close around them and hold them in place while the fleshpot copulates with them.
Copulation is merely a way of getting the prey to produce semen, which is drunk by the plant. In order to harvest the maximum amount of semen the fleshpot pumps a toxin up from reservoirs beneath the ground and secretes it through the pot walls. This toxin is absorbed through the skin and acts on both the prostate and testes to stimulate the massive overproduction of seminal fluid and spermatozoa. This production comes at the expense of other bodily functions and the fleshpot's toxin is powerful enough to force a human body to cannibalise its own tissues and organs to provide more raw materials for semen production. The body literally falls apart as it ejaculates all its fluids and chemicals into the fleshpot's vaginal chamber. Those parts not able to be converted into semen collapse into an organic mulch at the bottom of the pot and are absorbed by the plant over a slower period of time.
Why the plant (and this holds true for other hindigs) uses such a complex feeding mechanism to extract semen rather than drinking a more easily extracted bodily fluid such as blood is one of H-space's enduring mysteries.
Countermeasures:
Nose plugs.
Some of the toxins can be absorbed through the skin, so full hazmat protection is recommended when in close proximity to a cephalotia fleshpot.
The plant structure renders bullets ineffective. A flamethrower is ideal providing the chemicals can be made to ignite. Machetes will also do the job, although care must be taken to avoid contact with the plant's juices.
Threat Level:
Low-to-Moderate.
Their luring scents can be potent and are dispersed over a wide area.
Friday, January 22, 2016
Thursday, January 21, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Cephalotia Fleshpot
The girl was fused with the plant. PFC Stewart Peter Bate had seen a few weird sights since he'd been posted to H-space. This might be the weirdest. It was certainly the creepiest.
The plant was shaped like a big vase, maybe five and a half feet in height. Bate had found it while wandering off one of the main pathways cut through the jungle. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended up here to be honest. He'd wandered off the main path on a whim and then blundered into this clearing and found a strange plant growing out of the bare soil. The leaves were thick and had fused together to form a single pot. The pot narrowed at a neck and then the leafy structure opened out to form a spongy frill. In shape the whole thing resembled a piece of ancient earthenware. The outside of the pot was leaf-green in color, blurring into red at the base. The interior was all fleshy pinks and reds, so much so it made the entrance to the pot look uncomfortably like a mouth and gaping throat. He supposed it could be some kind of pitcher plant, though, given its size, Bate wouldn't like to see the flies that made up its prey.
Then there was the girl. She was naked and her skin seemed pink and healthy. Until you got close enough to see otherwise, it looked as though she was hugging the plant. A literal tree hugger. On closer inspection it became obvious she'd been fused with the plant in some horrific fashion. Bate circled the plant and confirmed it.
How had she ended up like this? Was she part of an earlier scientific experiment to enter H-space that had gone horribly wrong and left her stuck like this? Or maybe the plant was some kind of parasite that had infected her and grown out of her body before taking root.
Her corpse was remarkably well preserved. From the way her head lolled over the entrance to the pot you could be forgiven for thinking she was just sleeping.
Such a pity, Bate thought. She had a real peach of an ass as well. Seeing her naked backside caused vulgar thoughts to bubble to the forefront of his mind. He reached down and gave her right butt cheek an experimental squeeze. It felt like flesh—warm, living flesh. It felt exactly like the ass of a hot woman was supposed to feel, and Bate had been fortunate enough to feel a few.
How? Was the plant preserving her body somehow?
Bate moved around to the other side of the plant. Her head hung over the entrance to the pot, the face obscured by a mass of shiny blonde curls.
Those vulgar little impulses were still floating at the forefront of Bate's mind. He wondered if the front of her body was visible on the inside. He wondered if it was naked like her back. Mostly he wondered if he could catch a glimpse of her tits.
Peering into the pot, he thought he could see two circular lumps sticking out of the back wall.
He grabbed the lip of the pot and leaned over to get a better look. The leafy frill felt thick and spongy. It felt more animal than vegetable. Bate ignored it and peered deeper into the pot.
Yes, they were her tits and they were just as naked as her ass. He could see the pink nubs of her nipples. Funny how that still gave him a thrill despite the poor girl's wretched state.
The pot contracted and a dense cloud of green, red and pink motes whooshed up into Bate's face. He was smothered in a thick soup of sweaty odors. There was rot in there, and meat, but mostly it was a concentrated blend of sex and similar body odors. It smelt like a loose slut had parked her ass on his face after being banged by everyone else in the squad.
Bate reeled backwards. No matter how hard he hacked and coughed he couldn't rid himself of the stench.
"Are you okay?"
Bate looked up and was surprised to see that the girl had lifted her head up, opened her eyes and was looking at him.
She was alive?
"I could ask the same of you," he said.
"Why?" the girl asked.
"Does it hurt," Bate asked, "being fused with the plant like that?"
"No, this is my body. This is what I am and how I've always been."
She smiled at Bate's obvious confusion.
"You must be new to the garden."
Bate didn't understand what she was talking about. Garden? This was H-space.
He felt a little woozy. And hot. It was like the air had thickened and become more humid.
"Would you like to fuck me?" the fleshpot asked.
"How? I mean... you're not human."
It wasn't just the plant parts. The bone structure of her face wasn't quite right and her ears were long and pointed—elfin.
"Are our bodies even compatible?" Bate asked.
How could they be? Humanity had never set foot here before.
"We are compatible with all who come to the garden," the fleshpot said. "And all who visit are welcome to partake of our pleasures."
Bate looked doubtful. She was stuck in the side of a giant pitcher plant.
"Experience for yourself," the fleshpot said. "Climb inside me. I'll take care of everything."
The pot throbbed and another thick cloud belched out of the top. Bate's wits felt a little slow. He stood there and breathed it in. The air felt warmer and even more humid. His nuts itched.
He stared at the entrance to the pot. The opening was bright red and moist like an open throat. It expanded and contracted as if breathing and the motions hypnotized Bate.
Yes, he would climb inside.
He stripped off and looked at the plant. The opening was about five feet off the ground. The pot was sturdy. It didn't collapse when he grabbed the side and jumped up. He put his ankles and feet inside the gaping maw and slid inside.
The pot closed up around him. If felt like he'd been wrapped up in a warm duvet and she was hugging him through it. The walls were soft, warm and spongy. It felt like the girl was in there with him. Her soft tits pressed up against his chest. Her lips met his and tasted like sweet exotic fruits.
His erection swelled and was drawn up into her vagina.
Was it her vagina? It was where he'd expect a pussy to be, but didn't feel quite the same. Bate's cock pushed up between two fleshy flaps and entered a chamber filled with a warm liquid that was thick and sticky like honey. She'd been right about him not needing to do anything. The walls of the pot throbbed and the movements pushed him in and out of her sticky cunt.
Veins pulsed on the outside of the plant. Bulges marked the passage of fluids as they travelled up and were deposited into the central well. Bate was too busy kissing her—too busy enjoying the sensation of his cock plunging back and forth into her honey-lined pussy—to notice what was going on. Sticky fluids oozed out of the spongy walls and soaked into his skin.
He caught an unpleasant smell, like meat gone bad, which caused him to break off the kiss. His brow creased. His thoughts still felt dull and it was a struggle to think. Was it really such a good idea to step into something that resembled a giant pitcher plant?
"What's the matter, baby?" the fleshpot asked.
The veins on the outside of the plant continued to throb as more fluids were pumped up into the pitcher.
"It feels wet in here," Bate said.
"That's you, baby," the fleshpot said. "You're making me all wet inside."
Her lips bunched up and she blew a cloud of fine pink pollen in Bate's face. It smelt sweet and exotic, just like her. Inhaling the cloud did things to Bate. It submerged all his doubts and replaced them with an overwhelming desire to fuck. His cock swelled up harder than he'd ever felt before. His balls felt as swollen as if he'd gone a month without fucking.
"And my fluids will help you come," she said. "Help you come lots."
She pressed her lips against Bate's and drowned him in exotic sweetness. The outer veins bulged and carried more fluids into the pot. The spongy walls dripped with sticky liquids. The pot squeezed tight around Bate and undulating motions of the fleshy sides massaged the warm fluids into his flesh. Contractions at the level of his buttocks aided his thrusts as he dipped in and out of her honeyed sex. She sensed his moment of climax was approaching and the fleshy pot squeezed tight, driving his erection deep inside a honey-filled chamber that contracted around his manhood. That took him over the edge and he emptied a massive load of semen inside her.
That should have been the end. It wasn't. Bate felt warm over. And horny. So incredibly horny. He was ready to spurt again... spurt even more.
And he did. It only took a few more back and forth thrusts, another sweet whisper from her soft lips, another clench of her sticky sex, and he was ejaculating an even bigger load than before.
The pot pulsed around him. Throbbing veins carried more sticky fluids to be massaged into Bate's flesh. Those fluids helped Bate come. They helped his body produce more cum. They helped his body break down all those tissues and organs it didn't need any more so Bate could keep coming and coming. They helped him keep coming and coming in that honey-lined chamber until his bliss-filled face fell in and he crumpled into an organic slurry of waste products at the bottom of the pot.
Her meal finished, the fleshpot's pot gave a belch that expelled a thick cloud reeking of rotten meat. She closed her eyes, settled into a contented sleep and waited for her aphrodisiac scents to lure in her next meal.
The plant was shaped like a big vase, maybe five and a half feet in height. Bate had found it while wandering off one of the main pathways cut through the jungle. He wasn't even sure how he'd ended up here to be honest. He'd wandered off the main path on a whim and then blundered into this clearing and found a strange plant growing out of the bare soil. The leaves were thick and had fused together to form a single pot. The pot narrowed at a neck and then the leafy structure opened out to form a spongy frill. In shape the whole thing resembled a piece of ancient earthenware. The outside of the pot was leaf-green in color, blurring into red at the base. The interior was all fleshy pinks and reds, so much so it made the entrance to the pot look uncomfortably like a mouth and gaping throat. He supposed it could be some kind of pitcher plant, though, given its size, Bate wouldn't like to see the flies that made up its prey.
Then there was the girl. She was naked and her skin seemed pink and healthy. Until you got close enough to see otherwise, it looked as though she was hugging the plant. A literal tree hugger. On closer inspection it became obvious she'd been fused with the plant in some horrific fashion. Bate circled the plant and confirmed it.
How had she ended up like this? Was she part of an earlier scientific experiment to enter H-space that had gone horribly wrong and left her stuck like this? Or maybe the plant was some kind of parasite that had infected her and grown out of her body before taking root.
Her corpse was remarkably well preserved. From the way her head lolled over the entrance to the pot you could be forgiven for thinking she was just sleeping.
Such a pity, Bate thought. She had a real peach of an ass as well. Seeing her naked backside caused vulgar thoughts to bubble to the forefront of his mind. He reached down and gave her right butt cheek an experimental squeeze. It felt like flesh—warm, living flesh. It felt exactly like the ass of a hot woman was supposed to feel, and Bate had been fortunate enough to feel a few.
How? Was the plant preserving her body somehow?
Bate moved around to the other side of the plant. Her head hung over the entrance to the pot, the face obscured by a mass of shiny blonde curls.
Those vulgar little impulses were still floating at the forefront of Bate's mind. He wondered if the front of her body was visible on the inside. He wondered if it was naked like her back. Mostly he wondered if he could catch a glimpse of her tits.
Peering into the pot, he thought he could see two circular lumps sticking out of the back wall.
He grabbed the lip of the pot and leaned over to get a better look. The leafy frill felt thick and spongy. It felt more animal than vegetable. Bate ignored it and peered deeper into the pot.
Yes, they were her tits and they were just as naked as her ass. He could see the pink nubs of her nipples. Funny how that still gave him a thrill despite the poor girl's wretched state.
The pot contracted and a dense cloud of green, red and pink motes whooshed up into Bate's face. He was smothered in a thick soup of sweaty odors. There was rot in there, and meat, but mostly it was a concentrated blend of sex and similar body odors. It smelt like a loose slut had parked her ass on his face after being banged by everyone else in the squad.
Bate reeled backwards. No matter how hard he hacked and coughed he couldn't rid himself of the stench.
"Are you okay?"
Bate looked up and was surprised to see that the girl had lifted her head up, opened her eyes and was looking at him.
She was alive?
"I could ask the same of you," he said.
"Why?" the girl asked.
"Does it hurt," Bate asked, "being fused with the plant like that?"
"No, this is my body. This is what I am and how I've always been."
She smiled at Bate's obvious confusion.
"You must be new to the garden."
Bate didn't understand what she was talking about. Garden? This was H-space.
He felt a little woozy. And hot. It was like the air had thickened and become more humid.
"Would you like to fuck me?" the fleshpot asked.
"How? I mean... you're not human."
It wasn't just the plant parts. The bone structure of her face wasn't quite right and her ears were long and pointed—elfin.
"Are our bodies even compatible?" Bate asked.
How could they be? Humanity had never set foot here before.
"We are compatible with all who come to the garden," the fleshpot said. "And all who visit are welcome to partake of our pleasures."
Bate looked doubtful. She was stuck in the side of a giant pitcher plant.
"Experience for yourself," the fleshpot said. "Climb inside me. I'll take care of everything."
The pot throbbed and another thick cloud belched out of the top. Bate's wits felt a little slow. He stood there and breathed it in. The air felt warmer and even more humid. His nuts itched.
He stared at the entrance to the pot. The opening was bright red and moist like an open throat. It expanded and contracted as if breathing and the motions hypnotized Bate.
Yes, he would climb inside.
He stripped off and looked at the plant. The opening was about five feet off the ground. The pot was sturdy. It didn't collapse when he grabbed the side and jumped up. He put his ankles and feet inside the gaping maw and slid inside.
The pot closed up around him. If felt like he'd been wrapped up in a warm duvet and she was hugging him through it. The walls were soft, warm and spongy. It felt like the girl was in there with him. Her soft tits pressed up against his chest. Her lips met his and tasted like sweet exotic fruits.
His erection swelled and was drawn up into her vagina.
Was it her vagina? It was where he'd expect a pussy to be, but didn't feel quite the same. Bate's cock pushed up between two fleshy flaps and entered a chamber filled with a warm liquid that was thick and sticky like honey. She'd been right about him not needing to do anything. The walls of the pot throbbed and the movements pushed him in and out of her sticky cunt.
Veins pulsed on the outside of the plant. Bulges marked the passage of fluids as they travelled up and were deposited into the central well. Bate was too busy kissing her—too busy enjoying the sensation of his cock plunging back and forth into her honey-lined pussy—to notice what was going on. Sticky fluids oozed out of the spongy walls and soaked into his skin.
He caught an unpleasant smell, like meat gone bad, which caused him to break off the kiss. His brow creased. His thoughts still felt dull and it was a struggle to think. Was it really such a good idea to step into something that resembled a giant pitcher plant?
"What's the matter, baby?" the fleshpot asked.
The veins on the outside of the plant continued to throb as more fluids were pumped up into the pitcher.
"It feels wet in here," Bate said.
"That's you, baby," the fleshpot said. "You're making me all wet inside."
Her lips bunched up and she blew a cloud of fine pink pollen in Bate's face. It smelt sweet and exotic, just like her. Inhaling the cloud did things to Bate. It submerged all his doubts and replaced them with an overwhelming desire to fuck. His cock swelled up harder than he'd ever felt before. His balls felt as swollen as if he'd gone a month without fucking.
"And my fluids will help you come," she said. "Help you come lots."
She pressed her lips against Bate's and drowned him in exotic sweetness. The outer veins bulged and carried more fluids into the pot. The spongy walls dripped with sticky liquids. The pot squeezed tight around Bate and undulating motions of the fleshy sides massaged the warm fluids into his flesh. Contractions at the level of his buttocks aided his thrusts as he dipped in and out of her honeyed sex. She sensed his moment of climax was approaching and the fleshy pot squeezed tight, driving his erection deep inside a honey-filled chamber that contracted around his manhood. That took him over the edge and he emptied a massive load of semen inside her.
That should have been the end. It wasn't. Bate felt warm over. And horny. So incredibly horny. He was ready to spurt again... spurt even more.
And he did. It only took a few more back and forth thrusts, another sweet whisper from her soft lips, another clench of her sticky sex, and he was ejaculating an even bigger load than before.
The pot pulsed around him. Throbbing veins carried more sticky fluids to be massaged into Bate's flesh. Those fluids helped Bate come. They helped his body produce more cum. They helped his body break down all those tissues and organs it didn't need any more so Bate could keep coming and coming. They helped him keep coming and coming in that honey-lined chamber until his bliss-filled face fell in and he crumpled into an organic slurry of waste products at the bottom of the pot.
Her meal finished, the fleshpot's pot gave a belch that expelled a thick cloud reeking of rotten meat. She closed her eyes, settled into a contented sleep and waited for her aphrodisiac scents to lure in her next meal.
Monday, January 18, 2016
A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 10
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9
Nÿte crouched next to him and frowned. "Maybe fucking you was not such a good idea. It's piqued my appetite and those little squirts were nowhere near enough to sate my hunger. Hmm, are there any students around here you don't particularly like? No... no... that's a horribly unfair thing to ask of a decent human being."
She made some strange hand movements and said some words that slipped straight past his ears. Slender black cords whipped out of the walls and coiled around Devin's arms and legs. Then there was a discombobulating blur of movement and up was down and down was up.
Given a moment to get his bearings back, Devin realised he'd been trussed up like a hog and suspended from the ceiling. Nÿte was on her knees beneath him. She placed a hand around his dangling cock.
"You see, it's not because you have no more juice. Our problem here is that the little trollop has pumped you so full of aphrodisiac pheromones I have to be very careful in how I get you off. Get it wrong and I'll tip you over into an unstoppable final climax that will cause all your vital fluids to fountain out through your prick, your heart to burst, and your soul to be rent asunder. And we wouldn't want that," Nÿte said as she pumped Devin's cock and it sprang back to full hardness like an iron bar.
While her one hand stroked up and down his shaft, she gripped his balls with her other. She teased them out from his body and did some weird stretching massage thing to them that started off feeling odd, but then went on to feel really nice.
"I can't risk touching you with my softer parts—my lips, tits or pussy—but I'm sure you'll find my hands to be sufficient."
They were more than sufficient. Devin's eyes closed as she started to do complicated things with her fingers that gave him little oohs of pleasure. What was she doing? He couldn't see. It felt like she'd stretched out his penis and her fingers were tapping, twisting, kneading... stimulating nerve endings all over the head and shaft. Was this some kind of tantric thing? It felt a lot more intense than a normal wank.
Nÿte dabbed a tongue against his urethral opening and lapped up some of his pre-cum.
"Still a little dry," she said.
Then, before Devin realised it was happening, she poked a finger up his bum.
Nÿte saw his shocked look and rolled her eyes.
"I don't know why men are so fearful of being touched here. There are a lot of sensitive nerve endings. If stimulated correctly it can be most pleasant."
She did just that, and Devin whooshed out a surprised ooh.
Her finger roamed deeper, seeking out Devin's prostate.
"And it enables me to get to this lovely little gland," Nÿte said. "It makes orgasms big, wet and deliciously juicy."
She pumped her hand up and down Devin's cock. Her finger stroked against the side of his prostate gland. A warm feeling spread through Devin's loins and broke with a flood of pleasure. He wasn't even sure if he was pissing or coming. The flow was long and slow like a good solid piss, but it brought with it the mind-blowing euphoria of a really good ejaculation.
Judging be her slurps, gulps and little murmurs of pleasure, Nÿte was catching the stream in her mouth. After the flow subsided, her white face appeared before Devin and he noticed a trickle of semen running from the corner of her mouth.
"Most delicious," she said.
Her black tongue poked out and lapped up the rogue dribble.
Devin's head was drooping. After rattling around his ribcage like a caffeine-dosed hummingbird, his heart was flat out on the floor and gasping. He felt like a bag of water that had sprung a leak and emptied out all its contents.
Nÿte slapped him back to full alertness.
"Don't you dare die on me," she said. "Carnivrillarofax would be very disappointed and I'd have to take it out on your soul for having such a pathetically frail body."
That got Devin's heart pumping again. He looked around and saw the black inflatable walls had retreated and his room was back to how it was before... almost. He was still trussed up and suspended helplessly from the ceiling.
"Your thanks were gratefully received," Nÿte said.
She sucked on one of her fingers as if it was a delicious lollipop. Devin realised that was the finger she'd stuck up his bum. Yep, succubi were pure filth.
She turned and walked to the door.
"Wait, you can't leave me like this," Devin said.
Nÿte gave him a mischievous smile. "You'll be okay. Someone will come along and help you down."
"But then they'll tell everyone. It's going to be—"
"Yes, yes, it will be very embarrassing. The whole hall, maybe even the whole university, will hear about the kinky new student who let themselves be tied up and hung from their ceiling. Most of them will make fun of you and you'll be the butt of their jokes for the whole year. But..." she paused for emphasis, "...there will be one among them that won't laugh. She'll be intrigued to hear about the student that shares similar kinks and interests to her, kinks she can't really talk about with anyone else. She will seek you out and, after you discover you have much in common, you'll have a wild time together at university, maybe longer."
Put like that, it didn't seem too bad, Devin thought.
However, virtually all the students he'd come across had seemed a staid, unadventurous bunch.
"What if there isn't anyone into this?"
It was too late. Nÿte had already left.
Nÿte crouched next to him and frowned. "Maybe fucking you was not such a good idea. It's piqued my appetite and those little squirts were nowhere near enough to sate my hunger. Hmm, are there any students around here you don't particularly like? No... no... that's a horribly unfair thing to ask of a decent human being."
She made some strange hand movements and said some words that slipped straight past his ears. Slender black cords whipped out of the walls and coiled around Devin's arms and legs. Then there was a discombobulating blur of movement and up was down and down was up.
Given a moment to get his bearings back, Devin realised he'd been trussed up like a hog and suspended from the ceiling. Nÿte was on her knees beneath him. She placed a hand around his dangling cock.
"You see, it's not because you have no more juice. Our problem here is that the little trollop has pumped you so full of aphrodisiac pheromones I have to be very careful in how I get you off. Get it wrong and I'll tip you over into an unstoppable final climax that will cause all your vital fluids to fountain out through your prick, your heart to burst, and your soul to be rent asunder. And we wouldn't want that," Nÿte said as she pumped Devin's cock and it sprang back to full hardness like an iron bar.
While her one hand stroked up and down his shaft, she gripped his balls with her other. She teased them out from his body and did some weird stretching massage thing to them that started off feeling odd, but then went on to feel really nice.
"I can't risk touching you with my softer parts—my lips, tits or pussy—but I'm sure you'll find my hands to be sufficient."
They were more than sufficient. Devin's eyes closed as she started to do complicated things with her fingers that gave him little oohs of pleasure. What was she doing? He couldn't see. It felt like she'd stretched out his penis and her fingers were tapping, twisting, kneading... stimulating nerve endings all over the head and shaft. Was this some kind of tantric thing? It felt a lot more intense than a normal wank.
Nÿte dabbed a tongue against his urethral opening and lapped up some of his pre-cum.
"Still a little dry," she said.
Then, before Devin realised it was happening, she poked a finger up his bum.
Nÿte saw his shocked look and rolled her eyes.
"I don't know why men are so fearful of being touched here. There are a lot of sensitive nerve endings. If stimulated correctly it can be most pleasant."
She did just that, and Devin whooshed out a surprised ooh.
Her finger roamed deeper, seeking out Devin's prostate.
"And it enables me to get to this lovely little gland," Nÿte said. "It makes orgasms big, wet and deliciously juicy."
She pumped her hand up and down Devin's cock. Her finger stroked against the side of his prostate gland. A warm feeling spread through Devin's loins and broke with a flood of pleasure. He wasn't even sure if he was pissing or coming. The flow was long and slow like a good solid piss, but it brought with it the mind-blowing euphoria of a really good ejaculation.
Judging be her slurps, gulps and little murmurs of pleasure, Nÿte was catching the stream in her mouth. After the flow subsided, her white face appeared before Devin and he noticed a trickle of semen running from the corner of her mouth.
"Most delicious," she said.
Her black tongue poked out and lapped up the rogue dribble.
Devin's head was drooping. After rattling around his ribcage like a caffeine-dosed hummingbird, his heart was flat out on the floor and gasping. He felt like a bag of water that had sprung a leak and emptied out all its contents.
Nÿte slapped him back to full alertness.
"Don't you dare die on me," she said. "Carnivrillarofax would be very disappointed and I'd have to take it out on your soul for having such a pathetically frail body."
That got Devin's heart pumping again. He looked around and saw the black inflatable walls had retreated and his room was back to how it was before... almost. He was still trussed up and suspended helplessly from the ceiling.
"Your thanks were gratefully received," Nÿte said.
She sucked on one of her fingers as if it was a delicious lollipop. Devin realised that was the finger she'd stuck up his bum. Yep, succubi were pure filth.
She turned and walked to the door.
"Wait, you can't leave me like this," Devin said.
Nÿte gave him a mischievous smile. "You'll be okay. Someone will come along and help you down."
"But then they'll tell everyone. It's going to be—"
"Yes, yes, it will be very embarrassing. The whole hall, maybe even the whole university, will hear about the kinky new student who let themselves be tied up and hung from their ceiling. Most of them will make fun of you and you'll be the butt of their jokes for the whole year. But..." she paused for emphasis, "...there will be one among them that won't laugh. She'll be intrigued to hear about the student that shares similar kinks and interests to her, kinks she can't really talk about with anyone else. She will seek you out and, after you discover you have much in common, you'll have a wild time together at university, maybe longer."
Put like that, it didn't seem too bad, Devin thought.
However, virtually all the students he'd come across had seemed a staid, unadventurous bunch.
"What if there isn't anyone into this?"
It was too late. Nÿte had already left.
THE END
And that's all. I hope you enjoyed this impromptu little mini-serial. Next up Succubus Summoning 212 (Yes, seriously!)
Also, if you've enjoyed this mini-serial, please check out my books for other sexy, smutty, scary stories featuring succubi and other monster girls.
Also, if you've enjoyed this mini-serial, please check out my books for other sexy, smutty, scary stories featuring succubi and other monster girls.
Friday, January 15, 2016
Sandwiched by Scyllas is out!
The latest in the Sandwiched by series, "Sandwiched by Scyllas", is out!
You can buy it for the very cheap price of 0.99 from
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or likely any other eBook retailer of choice
Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra. The fourth in the series, “Sandwiched by Scyllas”, sees a man tangled in the lascivious tentacles of two tempting octopus girls.
Neville Salmon, an overweight man with a troubled past, is at Europe’s largest adult entertainment expo when he wanders into a backstage area and comes across two sexy women relaxing in a big bubbly hot tub. To his surprise, they ask him to join them in their Jacuzzi for some frothy fun. Unbeknownst to Neville, the two women, Cilla and Karen, are a pair of nonhuman scyllas possessing some extremely naughty tentacles. They intend giving Neville an unforgettable moment, but it’s one he might not survive...
Sandwiched by. One dude, two sexy babes. A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...
If you like what I do online with all the stories, mini-serials and monster girl game reviews/playthroughs, and was wondering how best to support me so I can continue to do what I do, here's your answer. Buy my books if you can. It's a great deal as you get to read even more sexy succubus/monster girl smut!
(and there are tentacles this time. Really naughty tentacles...)
You can buy it for the very cheap price of 0.99 from
Amazon.com
Smashwords.com
or likely any other eBook retailer of choice
Here's the blurb:
Sandwiched by is a sexy series of monster girl erotic horror shorts from the master of dark erotica, M. E. Hydra. The fourth in the series, “Sandwiched by Scyllas”, sees a man tangled in the lascivious tentacles of two tempting octopus girls.
Neville Salmon, an overweight man with a troubled past, is at Europe’s largest adult entertainment expo when he wanders into a backstage area and comes across two sexy women relaxing in a big bubbly hot tub. To his surprise, they ask him to join them in their Jacuzzi for some frothy fun. Unbeknownst to Neville, the two women, Cilla and Karen, are a pair of nonhuman scyllas possessing some extremely naughty tentacles. They intend giving Neville an unforgettable moment, but it’s one he might not survive...
Sandwiched by. One dude, two sexy babes. A perfect fantasy... or maybe not...
If you like what I do online with all the stories, mini-serials and monster girl game reviews/playthroughs, and was wondering how best to support me so I can continue to do what I do, here's your answer. Buy my books if you can. It's a great deal as you get to read even more sexy succubus/monster girl smut!
(and there are tentacles this time. Really naughty tentacles...)
Thursday, January 14, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Sleeping Beauty Mimic
Name: Sleeping Beauty Mimic
Type: Mimic (like the RPG creatures that disguise themselves as chests)
Habitat: Ruins. Anywhere we are.
Description:
Takes the form of a highly attractive woman lying naked on a big bed. Both the bed and woman are the same organism. It is unknown how they get about or what form they take while out in the wild. Some have been encountered in abandoned ruins, others have somehow managed to infiltrate our camps. They trap and squeeze the fluids out of any men foolish enough to climb on top of them.
Attack Strategy:
None as such. They lie in wait for potential prey to climb up on the bed. People do this either to check the naked woman is okay or, in some cases, take advantage of her sexually. The mimic can make parts of her body extremely adhesive. Once prey is stuck in place, the rest of the mimic folds up around them. If the captured victim is male, the mimic milks them and absorbs the resulting ejaculate. They are very adept at this and can bring most males to multiple climaxes in a very short period of time.
If this was all, the mimics would be very popular amongst the ground staff and we'd see a line of horny young men queuing up to take a turn on the mimic's 'bed'. Unfortunately, once a captive can produce no more semen, the mimic will keep squeezing their body until they're crushed in order to drink the fluids that leak out of the mangled remains. This is as gruesomely unpleasant as it sounds.
Countermeasures:
The mimic's outer surface is tough and resistant to bullets and cutting. If attacked it will curl up in a defensive ball. Fire and caustic chemicals are effective.
However, this is all rather unnecessary. The mimic has no additional alluring agents and poses no threat to a forewarned and wary soldier. Just don't get on the damn bed.
Threat Level:
Low.
Seriously, just don't get on the damn bed. Don't be a Darwin Award winner.
Type: Mimic (like the RPG creatures that disguise themselves as chests)
Habitat: Ruins. Anywhere we are.
Description:
Takes the form of a highly attractive woman lying naked on a big bed. Both the bed and woman are the same organism. It is unknown how they get about or what form they take while out in the wild. Some have been encountered in abandoned ruins, others have somehow managed to infiltrate our camps. They trap and squeeze the fluids out of any men foolish enough to climb on top of them.
Attack Strategy:
None as such. They lie in wait for potential prey to climb up on the bed. People do this either to check the naked woman is okay or, in some cases, take advantage of her sexually. The mimic can make parts of her body extremely adhesive. Once prey is stuck in place, the rest of the mimic folds up around them. If the captured victim is male, the mimic milks them and absorbs the resulting ejaculate. They are very adept at this and can bring most males to multiple climaxes in a very short period of time.
If this was all, the mimics would be very popular amongst the ground staff and we'd see a line of horny young men queuing up to take a turn on the mimic's 'bed'. Unfortunately, once a captive can produce no more semen, the mimic will keep squeezing their body until they're crushed in order to drink the fluids that leak out of the mangled remains. This is as gruesomely unpleasant as it sounds.
Countermeasures:
The mimic's outer surface is tough and resistant to bullets and cutting. If attacked it will curl up in a defensive ball. Fire and caustic chemicals are effective.
However, this is all rather unnecessary. The mimic has no additional alluring agents and poses no threat to a forewarned and wary soldier. Just don't get on the damn bed.
Threat Level:
Low.
Seriously, just don't get on the damn bed. Don't be a Darwin Award winner.
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Sleeping Beauty Mimic
PVT Stewart Peter Bate was surprised and a little happy when he found the unconscious naked girl on a bed. He knew she was unconscious rather than sleeping because she hadn't stirred when Bate had put a hand on one of her big boobs and given it a squeeze.
Not fake, he noted approvingly.
He wondered what she—and the bed—were doing here.
The bed was possibly the weirder of the two.
There were plenty of reasons why she could be here. She could be a medic, auxiliary, scientist... heck, they were even letting the weaker sex carry guns nowadays. The bed was tougher to rationalize. It was big, fancy and had a deep mattress. Bate had no idea what it was doing in this otherwise deserted underground complex. Maybe it had gotten spliced here or something like that. He'd heard that could happen—freak events that caused bits of our world to disappear and show up here in H-space. He remembered hearing about an explo squad coming across a children's playground in the middle of nowhere.
The naked girl was a real sweetie. Blonde, big-titted, slim belly, nice legs—just how Bate liked them.
And totally out of it...
Was it one of theirs? He knew the eggheads were feeling the strain of not making sense of things out here. Had one of them gone off the reservation and engaged in some ethics-free experimentation? The girl was out of it so deep Bate reckoned she had to have been drugged.
Bate ran through some calculations in his head. Here he was, in an out-of-the-way room, with a bed and a sleeping beauty.
Now this is what was commonly known as an opportunity...
Bate checked both ways along the corridor outside. He closed the door and leaned a chair up against the handle.
Bate had grown up with nothing and still didn't have much. He'd learned that whenever God handed you an opportunity, you took it.
He didn't think he had long. He didn't need long. A quick in'n'out, bust out a nut—that's all the long he needed.
She'd never know it happened. That made it a victimless crime as far as Bate was concerned. And if there was no victim, was it really a crime?
He put his gun and kit away to one side and got up on the bed. The mattress was a little soft, but that was fine. He looked at the girl sprawled out before him and could barely rein in his excitement. She looked so cute and unsullied—like a small-town cheerleader before she'd been gone through by the whole football team.
Bate leaned over her and gave both her breasts a squeeze. These were some fine titties. He gave them a jiggle and plumped them together. Real fine titties.
Bate turned his attentions to between her legs. Down there she was shaved and very neat and tidy. Just the way Bate liked 'em. He slid a finger up between her folds. Nice and tight. Bate liked 'em that way too.
The girl didn't stir. They must have shot her up with something powerful.
Best not hang around, Bate thought.
He fished a condom out of one of his pockets and gave it a kiss. Bate always carried one around. You never knew when you were going to get lucky. And, right now, Bate was lucky. He dropped his trousers and slid the rubber over his boner. Best to be safe when it came to strange pussy. You never knew where strange pussy had been and what it had allowed inside it. Better safe than STD.
He pushed her legs apart to grant better access to her sex. He spat in his palm and rubbed the spit along his shaft. Get it all lubed up, he thought to himself. Then, slide it in.
Bate did just that. The girl was tight, but also surprisingly moist.
Someone's dreaming slutty dreams," he chuckled.
He grabbed a generous handful of each tit and moved his hips up and down on top of her.
"Oh yeah, you have one tight cooze," Bate said down to the unconscious girl.
Oh yeah, this was good. Tight. Warm. It wouldn't take him long. Yeah, slide it in deep, fire that nut off, then be gone. No one would ever know.
The girl opened her eyes and looked up at Bate. That alone would have been bad enough, but it was worse. His sweet little blonde cheerleader had black pebbles for eyes and a smile like one of those possessed people in horror films.
One of Bate's most important rules when it came to fucking was don't stick your dick in cray-cray.
Bate was balls deep in cray-cray.
Bate was stuck balls deep in cray-cray.
He couldn't pull out. It was like she was full of glue.
It wasn't the only place he was stuck. His hands were stuck to her titties, only they didn't feel too much like titties any more. He tried to pull his right hand away and her flesh stretched with it like flesh-colored taffy.
The girl languidly wrapped her legs around Bate's waist. He tried to pull free, failed, lost his balance and fell down on her. Her titties definitely weren't right. His left hand sank into her big round breast right up to his wrist. The same happened to his right hand as he tried to pull himself out. The thing that resembled a naked blonde cheerleader gave a little flex and Bate's arms sank into her up to the elbows.
What was happening? What the fuck was happening!
The girl put her arms around him like a lover embracing her love. It wasn't just her. The mattress rose up on either side of them. He was sinking with the girl into the mattress and the rest of the bed was slowly folding up around them.
The lingering awareness he'd been engaged in illegal activity kept him from crying out until it was too late. That option was taken away from him. The mimic placed a hand on the back of his head and forced him down until her lips met his. Her lips glued to him and formed a sticky seal around his mouth. They stretched and held like elastic as Bate tried to pull away. His cries were smothered in her mouth.
In the panic he'd forgotten he was still inside her. He remembered again in a hurry as her malleable pussy started to squeeze and tug his pride'n'joy. His boner should have been long dead, but the mimic kept him hard and aroused with skillful ministrations of her soft cunt.
Her pussy was way more malleable and dexterous than any human pussy. She peeled the condom off Bate's cock and swallowed it into her body. Then the stimulation began in earnest. Her sticky pussy assaulted his erection with a series of squeezes and jerks that made Bate feel like he'd been tied up and left in the hands of a highly experienced rub'n'tug joint hooker.
That calmed Bate a little. He'd heard about the hindig denizens of H-space. Supposedly they were more interested in fucking than eating, and her touches seemed more lascivious than hungry.
Still, it was disconcerting as she folded up around him and he sank into her. Her malleable body engulfed his arms and rippled against his back and sides.
Bate's fears lessened as she continued to manipulate his cock with deft squeezes and tugs. Was it a hand or her pussy? Whatever Bate's cock was in, it felt like the best of both.
Yeah, she was way too good. Bate shuddered in bliss and emptied a full nut inside her. She drank it up like a sponge. Bate was fine with that. If she was going to keep working his cock like that, she could drink his cum all day and night.
If Bate had known that was exactly what the mimic intended to do with him, and what it would do to his body, he might have felt differently.
The second orgasm followed right after the first. That felt awesome too. So did the third. The fourth wasn't bad, but Bate felt twinges in both his cock and nuts after the euphoric high had worn off. A few more orgasms and he wanted her to stop as it was starting to hurt. The mimic kept going and pumped another couple of orgasms out of Bate. Now his balls were dry and no more would come out no matter how skillfully the mimic squeezed him.
The mimic squeezed his whole body instead. She drew Bate deeper into her and squeezed and squeezed until his bones snapped, his internal organs ruptured and his body scrunched down into a little ball. She drank the fluids that leaked from his mangled form and kept squeezing until no more fluids emerged.
All they found of PVT Stewart Peter Bate was his discarded kit.
Not fake, he noted approvingly.
He wondered what she—and the bed—were doing here.
The bed was possibly the weirder of the two.
There were plenty of reasons why she could be here. She could be a medic, auxiliary, scientist... heck, they were even letting the weaker sex carry guns nowadays. The bed was tougher to rationalize. It was big, fancy and had a deep mattress. Bate had no idea what it was doing in this otherwise deserted underground complex. Maybe it had gotten spliced here or something like that. He'd heard that could happen—freak events that caused bits of our world to disappear and show up here in H-space. He remembered hearing about an explo squad coming across a children's playground in the middle of nowhere.
The naked girl was a real sweetie. Blonde, big-titted, slim belly, nice legs—just how Bate liked them.
And totally out of it...
Was it one of theirs? He knew the eggheads were feeling the strain of not making sense of things out here. Had one of them gone off the reservation and engaged in some ethics-free experimentation? The girl was out of it so deep Bate reckoned she had to have been drugged.
Bate ran through some calculations in his head. Here he was, in an out-of-the-way room, with a bed and a sleeping beauty.
Now this is what was commonly known as an opportunity...
Bate checked both ways along the corridor outside. He closed the door and leaned a chair up against the handle.
Bate had grown up with nothing and still didn't have much. He'd learned that whenever God handed you an opportunity, you took it.
He didn't think he had long. He didn't need long. A quick in'n'out, bust out a nut—that's all the long he needed.
She'd never know it happened. That made it a victimless crime as far as Bate was concerned. And if there was no victim, was it really a crime?
He put his gun and kit away to one side and got up on the bed. The mattress was a little soft, but that was fine. He looked at the girl sprawled out before him and could barely rein in his excitement. She looked so cute and unsullied—like a small-town cheerleader before she'd been gone through by the whole football team.
Bate leaned over her and gave both her breasts a squeeze. These were some fine titties. He gave them a jiggle and plumped them together. Real fine titties.
Bate turned his attentions to between her legs. Down there she was shaved and very neat and tidy. Just the way Bate liked 'em. He slid a finger up between her folds. Nice and tight. Bate liked 'em that way too.
The girl didn't stir. They must have shot her up with something powerful.
Best not hang around, Bate thought.
He fished a condom out of one of his pockets and gave it a kiss. Bate always carried one around. You never knew when you were going to get lucky. And, right now, Bate was lucky. He dropped his trousers and slid the rubber over his boner. Best to be safe when it came to strange pussy. You never knew where strange pussy had been and what it had allowed inside it. Better safe than STD.
He pushed her legs apart to grant better access to her sex. He spat in his palm and rubbed the spit along his shaft. Get it all lubed up, he thought to himself. Then, slide it in.
Bate did just that. The girl was tight, but also surprisingly moist.
Someone's dreaming slutty dreams," he chuckled.
He grabbed a generous handful of each tit and moved his hips up and down on top of her.
"Oh yeah, you have one tight cooze," Bate said down to the unconscious girl.
Oh yeah, this was good. Tight. Warm. It wouldn't take him long. Yeah, slide it in deep, fire that nut off, then be gone. No one would ever know.
The girl opened her eyes and looked up at Bate. That alone would have been bad enough, but it was worse. His sweet little blonde cheerleader had black pebbles for eyes and a smile like one of those possessed people in horror films.
One of Bate's most important rules when it came to fucking was don't stick your dick in cray-cray.
Bate was balls deep in cray-cray.
Bate was stuck balls deep in cray-cray.
He couldn't pull out. It was like she was full of glue.
It wasn't the only place he was stuck. His hands were stuck to her titties, only they didn't feel too much like titties any more. He tried to pull his right hand away and her flesh stretched with it like flesh-colored taffy.
The girl languidly wrapped her legs around Bate's waist. He tried to pull free, failed, lost his balance and fell down on her. Her titties definitely weren't right. His left hand sank into her big round breast right up to his wrist. The same happened to his right hand as he tried to pull himself out. The thing that resembled a naked blonde cheerleader gave a little flex and Bate's arms sank into her up to the elbows.
What was happening? What the fuck was happening!
The girl put her arms around him like a lover embracing her love. It wasn't just her. The mattress rose up on either side of them. He was sinking with the girl into the mattress and the rest of the bed was slowly folding up around them.
The lingering awareness he'd been engaged in illegal activity kept him from crying out until it was too late. That option was taken away from him. The mimic placed a hand on the back of his head and forced him down until her lips met his. Her lips glued to him and formed a sticky seal around his mouth. They stretched and held like elastic as Bate tried to pull away. His cries were smothered in her mouth.
In the panic he'd forgotten he was still inside her. He remembered again in a hurry as her malleable pussy started to squeeze and tug his pride'n'joy. His boner should have been long dead, but the mimic kept him hard and aroused with skillful ministrations of her soft cunt.
Her pussy was way more malleable and dexterous than any human pussy. She peeled the condom off Bate's cock and swallowed it into her body. Then the stimulation began in earnest. Her sticky pussy assaulted his erection with a series of squeezes and jerks that made Bate feel like he'd been tied up and left in the hands of a highly experienced rub'n'tug joint hooker.
That calmed Bate a little. He'd heard about the hindig denizens of H-space. Supposedly they were more interested in fucking than eating, and her touches seemed more lascivious than hungry.
Still, it was disconcerting as she folded up around him and he sank into her. Her malleable body engulfed his arms and rippled against his back and sides.
Bate's fears lessened as she continued to manipulate his cock with deft squeezes and tugs. Was it a hand or her pussy? Whatever Bate's cock was in, it felt like the best of both.
Yeah, she was way too good. Bate shuddered in bliss and emptied a full nut inside her. She drank it up like a sponge. Bate was fine with that. If she was going to keep working his cock like that, she could drink his cum all day and night.
If Bate had known that was exactly what the mimic intended to do with him, and what it would do to his body, he might have felt differently.
The second orgasm followed right after the first. That felt awesome too. So did the third. The fourth wasn't bad, but Bate felt twinges in both his cock and nuts after the euphoric high had worn off. A few more orgasms and he wanted her to stop as it was starting to hurt. The mimic kept going and pumped another couple of orgasms out of Bate. Now his balls were dry and no more would come out no matter how skillfully the mimic squeezed him.
The mimic squeezed his whole body instead. She drew Bate deeper into her and squeezed and squeezed until his bones snapped, his internal organs ruptured and his body scrunched down into a little ball. She drank the fluids that leaked from his mangled form and kept squeezing until no more fluids emerged.
All they found of PVT Stewart Peter Bate was his discarded kit.
Monday, January 11, 2016
A Chance Glance and a Chance Conversation in a Student Bar, part 9
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8
"Mmm, you know, I've just thought of something you can do." She closed the door and gave Devin a smile filled with predatory lust. "We can do."
Devin's heartrate kicked up in his chest. The demon wasn't leaving.
"How much did you spunk into that little trollop's cunt?" Nÿte asked.
She took a step towards the bed. A step nearer to Devin.
"Um," Devin said. "I don't know."
Nÿte gestured with her hands and said something so alien his ears failed to pick it up at all. Darkness expanded out of the walls, floor and ceiling.
What's this? Devin thought. The walls were closing in on him, literally. It looked like someone had fixed black rubber air mattresses to the walls and was pumping them up with air. They looked solid enough, but he watched one bulge outwards in between his shelves. Rather than displacing his books and miniatures and knocking them onto the floor, the encroaching wall flowed around and swallowed them up as though it was a film of oil. The same thing happened with the bed underneath Devin, although the intangibility only seemed to apply to the furniture. The rising floor felt solid enough beneath Devin and carried him up with it. It felt similar to lying on an inflatable rubber mattress, only the surface felt warmer, softer and smoother.
The walls, floors and ceiling stopped expanding when the room had shrunk to maybe a third of its original size. All of Devin's furniture had been absorbed. He lay on the floor of a rubber cube with dimpled black walls. Nÿte was crouched over in the far corner with her knees apart.
"Instant sex dungeon," Devin remarked.
"So you like the sound of that?" Nÿte asked.
"Um."
Devin decided he should be very careful about what he said next. While the look of dommes in sexy black leather or PVC was a massive turn-on for him, he was less enthused about the S part in BDSM. Getting beaten sounded painful no matter how sexy the woman doing the beating looked. And he really didn't want to think about the level of hurt a demon dominatrix could inflict.
"The sex part more than the dungeon part," he said.
"Oh good, so you do want me to fuck you," Nÿte said. She unzipped her crotch and her sex gaped hungrily. "How splendid."
And then she was on top of him, her luscious black lips smooching his neck, his face, his lips. She reached down and wrapped a hand around Devin's cock. Her touch felt like pure, delicious sin and blood raced down until Devin's manhood was rock-hard and throbbing.
How did they do it? Devin thought. How did they make you feel like they were the one thing you wanted more than anything else in the world, even after you knew the pleasures would likely kill you?
Then Nÿte steered him into her warm, wet sex and all other thoughts were blown away. It was less like sliding into a moist fleshy tunnel and more like plunging into a tub of warm soft putty... putty that was alive and in motion. Her sex squeezed up all around Devin's erection and formed lapping tongues to wriggle up and down his shaft. It bunched up around the base of his shaft in a muscular ring and sucked. And...
...well it started to get hazy at that point. Everything blurred into one overwhelming tide of sexual euphoria. Nÿte lay upon him, her big tits pressed against his chest, and sucked and kissed him up into some kind of sexual nirvana.
He thought he had nothing left. He thought Boo had drained all the cum out of his balls.
Nÿte found more.
Her sex packed tightly around him, tugged and pumped an orgasm right out of him. Not just one either. The first hadn't even subsided when her sex pulsed and Devin was shuddering in the throes of another climax.
It felt... unbelievable.
Black spots danced before Devin's eyes. His breath came out in short gasps, as though he'd just finished a sprint. His heart fluttered uncertainly against his ribcage.
Nÿte put a hand on his chest and frowned.
"Tsk, that little trollop took more out of you than I thought. As much as I enjoy this position, it doesn't give me the requisite margin of control required for these circumstances."
Proving her point, she shifted slightly on his lap and even this small movement was enough to trigger another eruption from Devin's overworked body. It no longer felt like he'd just finished a sprint, now he felt like he'd just run a mile.
"Mmm, yes. This is a clearly an unsuitable position," Nÿte said.
Her sex pulled back from Devin's cock and she got off him. Devin was pleased to note he had just enough dignity to not mewl like a toddler whose toys had been taken away as his erection left the soft, fleshy clasp of her vagina. Goddamn succubi. He wanted her even though he knew a couple more orgasms like the one's he'd just experienced would end him for good. Is this what it was like to be an addict?
Nÿte crouched next to him and frowned. "Maybe fucking you was not such a good idea. It's piqued my appetite and those little squirts were nowhere near enough to sate my hunger. Hmm, are there any students around here you don't particularly like?"
to be concluded... (for real this time)
"Mmm, you know, I've just thought of something you can do." She closed the door and gave Devin a smile filled with predatory lust. "We can do."
Devin's heartrate kicked up in his chest. The demon wasn't leaving.
"How much did you spunk into that little trollop's cunt?" Nÿte asked.
She took a step towards the bed. A step nearer to Devin.
"Um," Devin said. "I don't know."
Nÿte gestured with her hands and said something so alien his ears failed to pick it up at all. Darkness expanded out of the walls, floor and ceiling.
What's this? Devin thought. The walls were closing in on him, literally. It looked like someone had fixed black rubber air mattresses to the walls and was pumping them up with air. They looked solid enough, but he watched one bulge outwards in between his shelves. Rather than displacing his books and miniatures and knocking them onto the floor, the encroaching wall flowed around and swallowed them up as though it was a film of oil. The same thing happened with the bed underneath Devin, although the intangibility only seemed to apply to the furniture. The rising floor felt solid enough beneath Devin and carried him up with it. It felt similar to lying on an inflatable rubber mattress, only the surface felt warmer, softer and smoother.
The walls, floors and ceiling stopped expanding when the room had shrunk to maybe a third of its original size. All of Devin's furniture had been absorbed. He lay on the floor of a rubber cube with dimpled black walls. Nÿte was crouched over in the far corner with her knees apart.
"Instant sex dungeon," Devin remarked.
"So you like the sound of that?" Nÿte asked.
"Um."
Devin decided he should be very careful about what he said next. While the look of dommes in sexy black leather or PVC was a massive turn-on for him, he was less enthused about the S part in BDSM. Getting beaten sounded painful no matter how sexy the woman doing the beating looked. And he really didn't want to think about the level of hurt a demon dominatrix could inflict.
"The sex part more than the dungeon part," he said.
"Oh good, so you do want me to fuck you," Nÿte said. She unzipped her crotch and her sex gaped hungrily. "How splendid."
And then she was on top of him, her luscious black lips smooching his neck, his face, his lips. She reached down and wrapped a hand around Devin's cock. Her touch felt like pure, delicious sin and blood raced down until Devin's manhood was rock-hard and throbbing.
How did they do it? Devin thought. How did they make you feel like they were the one thing you wanted more than anything else in the world, even after you knew the pleasures would likely kill you?
Then Nÿte steered him into her warm, wet sex and all other thoughts were blown away. It was less like sliding into a moist fleshy tunnel and more like plunging into a tub of warm soft putty... putty that was alive and in motion. Her sex squeezed up all around Devin's erection and formed lapping tongues to wriggle up and down his shaft. It bunched up around the base of his shaft in a muscular ring and sucked. And...
...well it started to get hazy at that point. Everything blurred into one overwhelming tide of sexual euphoria. Nÿte lay upon him, her big tits pressed against his chest, and sucked and kissed him up into some kind of sexual nirvana.
He thought he had nothing left. He thought Boo had drained all the cum out of his balls.
Nÿte found more.
Her sex packed tightly around him, tugged and pumped an orgasm right out of him. Not just one either. The first hadn't even subsided when her sex pulsed and Devin was shuddering in the throes of another climax.
It felt... unbelievable.
Black spots danced before Devin's eyes. His breath came out in short gasps, as though he'd just finished a sprint. His heart fluttered uncertainly against his ribcage.
Nÿte put a hand on his chest and frowned.
"Tsk, that little trollop took more out of you than I thought. As much as I enjoy this position, it doesn't give me the requisite margin of control required for these circumstances."
Proving her point, she shifted slightly on his lap and even this small movement was enough to trigger another eruption from Devin's overworked body. It no longer felt like he'd just finished a sprint, now he felt like he'd just run a mile.
"Mmm, yes. This is a clearly an unsuitable position," Nÿte said.
Her sex pulled back from Devin's cock and she got off him. Devin was pleased to note he had just enough dignity to not mewl like a toddler whose toys had been taken away as his erection left the soft, fleshy clasp of her vagina. Goddamn succubi. He wanted her even though he knew a couple more orgasms like the one's he'd just experienced would end him for good. Is this what it was like to be an addict?
Nÿte crouched next to him and frowned. "Maybe fucking you was not such a good idea. It's piqued my appetite and those little squirts were nowhere near enough to sate my hunger. Hmm, are there any students around here you don't particularly like?"
to be concluded... (for real this time)
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