Name: Paffo-Paffo Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Encounters have mainly occurred in rocky, desolate regions, but there is no reason to assume they are restricted to these territories.
Description:
Another succubus and another resemblance to the devil girls of myth. This one even has red skin!
The more I document the HSIOs of H-space, the more I wonder if these succubi don't just resemble the devil girls of myth, but are, in fact, the devil girls of myth. This theory is understandably not popular amongst my colleagues, some of whom still possess religious sensibilities.
Original classifications of succubi proved to be too generic and not recognise the clear subtypes that exist. Thanks to information provided by our new source we have been able to correct these earlier errors.
Paffo-paffo succubi are a specialised form of the "tail-suck" category of succubi, so named through their preference of draining their prey's energy through a special orifice near the end of the tail. The paffo-paffo succubus's tail features an additional, long and extremely slender section that extends past the bulbous "tail-suck" organ and is jointed like a long bony finger. They also possess an extremely large pair of breasts (even by succubus standards, which tend to have figures that correspond to exaggerated sexual fantasies of the human female form).
Attack Strategy:
Paffo-paffo succubi prefer to feed through their tail orifice. They suck their victim's penis up into this sheath and stimulate them with muscular contractions. The slender tail extension curls around and is used to enter the prey's anus in order to massage their prostate through the rectal wall. Once the paffo-paffo succubus has her tail locked in place she will subject her prey to massive sexual over-stimulation until drained of all their energy.
Her tail is so custom-tailored to human anatomy I find it impossible to believe this is an accident. Humans must have entered H-space at some point in the past. Could some form of humanity still be present here?
In order to lock her complicated tail structure in place, the paffo-paffo succubus must first render her prey docile. Unlike other succubi, paffo-paffo succubi tend to favour physical means over mesmerising their potential prey. The common strategy is to surprise her target, knock them to the floor and then partially asphyxiate them with her bosom. The deprivation of oxygen combined with aphrodisiac scent glands located within the inter-mammary cleft serves the dual role of both subduing and arousing her prey.
This attack strategy is very effective, and yet whenever I try to explain the dangers to our men they don't appear to take me seriously...
Countermeasures:
Succubi are not the super-strong demons or vampires of myth. Most use hypnotic suggestion in combination with their sexual allure to weaken their opponents and take away their will to fight. If this can be overcome, the succubi appear to have a similar physical prowess to an average human male in average condition.
Paffo-paffo succubi are slightly stronger, as they rely more on attacking through physical means. On the other hand, they appear to lack the truly scary mind control abilities observed in more powerful succubi. This should not mean they are taken lightly. A single target knocked over and smothered beneath the succubus's breasts will be helpless and unable to prevent the succubus from draining them dry.
On a more positive note, this succubus's abilities are only effective against a single target. If the target is not alone, they cannot smother and drain them as it would leave them wide open to any other combatants in the vicinity. For this reason it's very important for squads to stay together in the regions these succubi operate and not fall for any tricks that might isolate and expose individuals.
As with other succubus-class HSIOs, they possess strong regenerative capabilities and are harder to kill than they appear.
Threat Level:
Moderate-to-high.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Friday, May 20, 2016
Update
Not playing Doom. :)
Would like to as it looks and sounds amazing, but I don't have a machine with the oompth to run it.
The reason I've skipped a couple of weeks is the writing brain temporarily threw a cog. It happens. Usually I operate on an Advancing Wall of Doom (okay, self-imposed deadlines) approach to keep me focused on getting serials and short stories out. This normally works aside from those occasions when the Advancing Wall of Doom gets too close, I put too much pressure on myself and the writing part of my brain locks up.
Nothing serious. Normally I take a week off for a breather and then the writing machine starts running smoothly again.
The next H-space bestiary story is nearly ready. I was hoping to have it up this week, but it ran over 1.5K words (again!) and isn't quite finished. It should be up next week and with a bit of luck I'll start hitting my targets again.
Would like to as it looks and sounds amazing, but I don't have a machine with the oompth to run it.
The reason I've skipped a couple of weeks is the writing brain temporarily threw a cog. It happens. Usually I operate on an Advancing Wall of Doom (okay, self-imposed deadlines) approach to keep me focused on getting serials and short stories out. This normally works aside from those occasions when the Advancing Wall of Doom gets too close, I put too much pressure on myself and the writing part of my brain locks up.
Nothing serious. Normally I take a week off for a breather and then the writing machine starts running smoothly again.
The next H-space bestiary story is nearly ready. I was hoping to have it up this week, but it ran over 1.5K words (again!) and isn't quite finished. It should be up next week and with a bit of luck I'll start hitting my targets again.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Hentai Game Review: Futa Succu ReaseLotte Adventure 2
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Saturday, May 07, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Paffo-Paffo Succubus
The first indication PFC Stewart Peter Bate had that something was off was a strange sweet scent in the air. The fragrance was too exotic to be natural fruits or flowers. There was a tang to it reminiscent of perfumes blended to entice and arouse. And not the nasty stuff cheap hookers used to cover up the odor of their last john either, this reminded Bate of the expensive stuff the fancy ladies wore at lavish ambassadorial receptions.
Those fancy ladies were off limits. They had bigger fish in their sights than lowly grunts on guard duty. Fortunately for the grunts, there were women who were far more amenable, namely the bored and rebellious teenage daughters of those big fish with fat wallets.
The game was always the same. Those bored and rebellious teenage girls would pretend to be sophisticated temptresses and the young soldiers would pretend to be dedicated guardsman above all distraction. Until their shifts ended, when the eager men would take the equally eager women off somewhere quiet and they'd fuck like bunnies until the morning.
Reminiscing on it triggered a throb of arousal in Bate's loins. Those were good times. Not like now, when he was bored out of his mind staring at the same featureless bits of dirt and rock day after day. You'd think sentry duty on an alien world would be exciting, but no, it was lots of staring at empty rocks and dirt.
Until now.
Bate turned and saw the succubus perched on the guardrail. Bate was on the top platform of a guard tower hastily erected to give a commanding view of the surrounding terrain. Up here Bate had thought he was safe from ambush. But that was old Earth thinking. On Earth the enemy didn't have wings.
They were called succubi because they looked like the buxom temptresses of myth and videogames. This one was certainly buxom. Each of her boobs was easily as big as his head. They seemed to ignore gravity as well. Boobs like that were rare outside of mucky Japanese comics. It was a shame the rest of her was all devil. Red skin, check. Black bat wings, check. Tail, check. At least her face wasn't gargoyle-ugly. If you ignored the horns and jet-black eyes, she was drop-dead stunning. Especially with those tits. If Bate was in Vegas and saw a stripper with tits like those he'd pay her good money to let him bury his face between those big soft boobs and give her a good motorboating.
Now was not the time to be thinking about motorboating. Bate realized this as he was a fraction of a second too late in raising his gun. The succubus had already pounced and was on top of him. Then Bate was falling backwards with the devil riding him to the ground.
It was not as if he hadn't been warned. It was drummed into every soldier the moment they stepped into H-space:
"The HSIOs use unorthodox strategy. They possess features that are regarded as extremely attractive by human standards. They know this and use it to tempt and put men off guard. Don't allow yourself to be distracted."
The men listened and nodded their heads at the right points, and then joked about it later. They might be horny and stupid, but they weren't that horny and stupid. They knew the difference between the bedroom and the battlefield.
Bate was on the floor with a weight on his chest pinning him down. He couldn't see. Two soft objects, like big warm pillows, were pressing down on his face.
Her tits. She was lying on his chest with her tits shoved in his face.
He couldn't breathe either. Her boobs were pressed up so tight against his face both his nose and mouth were blocked.
Fuck. As ignoble ends went, they didn't get much more ignoble than being smothered to death between a slutty demon's monster boobs. No fucking way was Bate checking out like that. He squirmed and bucked beneath her and, when that wasn't enough, beat his fists against her sides.
The succubus laughed, slid her arms behind his head and pressed down harder.
Fuck. This was happening, really happening. He was suffocating here. He felt a burning sensation in his lungs and his throat started hitching.
The succubus shifted position, or relented, and enough of a gap opened up for Bate to grab a quick breath of precious oxygen.
He needed it, as the succubus pressed down again and he was once again smothered beneath her big soft boobs. His attempts to knock her off were weakening. The first time he might have been able to kid himself it was his struggling that had enabled him to take a breath. The second time he knew for sure it was the succubus. She sat up enough for Bate to sneak a breath before flopping her smothering boobs back on him again.
Why? Was this some sort of game to her?
She acted if it was. After sitting up to allow Bate another breath, she playfully jiggled her heavy boobs in his face, boffing his head from side to side. She let out a soft moan that sounded more like a noise found in a porno than in hand-to-hand combat.
She was fucking with him, Bate thought as he tried again to dislodge her from his chest.
Something stroked lightly against his crotch.
Bate hadn't been thinking fucking in that sense, but he still felt a strange throb of arousal.
It was the air. Each quick, desperate breath Bate had taken was tainted with her scent. It slithered up into his brain and whispered lewd thoughts.
The succubus stroked against him again and this time there could be no doubt over whether it was intentional.
"Mmm, a little asphyxiation works wonders for getting men's pricks to rise to attention," the succubus said. Her voice was low, husky and dripping with sultry desire.
Less fucking with him and more actual fucking him, Bate thought. With his nose currently buried in her monster tits, Bate realized he wouldn't mind fucking her either. It wasn't the outcome he'd anticipated when she'd appeared next to him on the observation platform, but she was hot—both literally and figuratively—and a spot of surprise sex had a lot of appeal after days and days of staring at rocks and dirt.
The succubus sat up in order to reach behind her to Bate's crotch. Her nails were sharp enough to slice through the fabric of his pants and underpants. No longer restricted by his uniform, Bate's erection sprang free.
He was also able to gulp down breaths of air untainted by her scent. The haze in his mind partially cleared. He knew the jokes about the succubi. He also remembered the official warnings and—more importantly—the firsthand accounts that backed them up. Bad things happened to men that succumbed to temptation and fucked a succubus.
Just like the myths and horror films.
"Bradley! Get up her now! We're under attack!" Bate yelled.
He wasn't here alone. Sentry duty at the guard tower was a two-man task. Bradley should have been on the platform with him, but the stupid fucker had picked the worst fucking time to wander off to take a leak. Bate needed the big dumb shit back here right now, before the succubus did...
...whatever she was going to do to him.
Bate only made it halfway through a second yell before the succubus choked him off with her tits.
"There's no point calling for your friend," the succubus said. "Rhoxghar is dealing with him right now. He's more used to taking his pleasures from women, but a man will suffice if no females are available."
Bate heard a strange high-pitched cry that sounded so wrong it made him relieved, despite his current predicament, he was the one up here and not down there.
"Now where were we," the succubus said.
She lifted her tits back up in order for Bate to snatch another precious breath. The taint was stronger. It smothered Bate's thoughts and sapped his will to resist. At the same time it sent the blood flowing down to his groin until his erection was rock-hard and throbbing. He felt so horny he would have thrust right up into her wet pussy, consequences be damned, if he could reach it.
Fortunately for him, the succubus's pussy was resting on top of his belly and would continue to remain there while she squashed her substantial boobs against his face. She couldn't smother him and do whatever horrible things succubi did to men who were foolish enough to stick their dicks in devil pussy.
Bate's eyes widened in surprise as his cock was drawn up into a warm fleshy sheath. What was that? It sucked like a mouth, but the walls were packed in too tight around Bate's cock and he felt no teeth. The mystery orifice swallowed up his whole length and pulsed around him. Was there someone else up here with them? Someone or something behind the succubus?
"My tail," the succubus said. "It feels better than the human cunts you've been inside. I know."
She gave the head of Bate's cock a squeeze to emphasize her point.
Bate squirmed, this time with pleasure. It felt like he'd plunged his dick into a tight sex-toy sheath, only it was warm, living and capable of independent movement... capable of stimulating Bate regardless of whether he moved or not.
"This is not all my tail can do," the succubus said.
The tip of her tail carried on past the bulbous fleshpot Bate's cock was inside. It was slender and resembled a long, many-jointed finger topped with a small bony sphere. While the fleshpot part of her tail continued to pulse and suck on Bate's erection, the slender tip curled around his balls until the smooth ball at the tip was pressing up against Bate's anus. It pushed inside and slid up Bate's rectal wall until it encountered his prostate. Then it started to vibrate.
Bate squirmed and shivered in pleasure. The succubus's fleshpot tail orifice squeezed him like a fleshy suction cup. At the same time the vibrating tip of her tail sent trailers of pleasure worming deep inside him.
And he couldn't escape the sensations. The succubus had locked the complex structure of her tail in place and now she was using it to open him up and mercilessly pluck on his strings as if he was a musical instrument to be mastered. Bate was a toy to her and he couldn't withstand the onslaught of pure sensual stimulation.
Her tits covered his face and now he appreciated them for what they were—lovely big, soft boobs. Even the lack of air didn't bother him too much. The lightheadedness made what she was doing to his cock—doing inside him—feel even more wonderfully euphoric.
The succubus lifted her tits up and let Bate fill his lungs with air tainted by her exhilarating scent.
"This is your last breath," she said. "Treasure it."
Then she pressed her big soft tits back down on Bate's face. She held them there while her tail sucked on Bate's cock and the tip vibrated against Bate's prostate. Held them there while the air grew stale in Bate's lungs. Held them there while random bursts of color sparked in Bate's oxygen-deprived brain.
"Coming while suffocating is one of the greatest pleasures," the succubus said. "Now, come and experience the ultimate climax."
Her tail squeezed, pulsed. The bony tip bent inwards and pressed on Bate's prostate.
Bate felt like he was bursting. The spent air in his lungs, he had to let it out. The mounting pressure in his balls, he had to relieve it.
And so he burst. Semen flooded from him in a great stream even as his oxygen-starved brain sparked out in a vivid kaleidoscope of bursting colors.
His spirit came loose as his body asphyxiated. The succubus was there to suck it up.
Those fancy ladies were off limits. They had bigger fish in their sights than lowly grunts on guard duty. Fortunately for the grunts, there were women who were far more amenable, namely the bored and rebellious teenage daughters of those big fish with fat wallets.
The game was always the same. Those bored and rebellious teenage girls would pretend to be sophisticated temptresses and the young soldiers would pretend to be dedicated guardsman above all distraction. Until their shifts ended, when the eager men would take the equally eager women off somewhere quiet and they'd fuck like bunnies until the morning.
Reminiscing on it triggered a throb of arousal in Bate's loins. Those were good times. Not like now, when he was bored out of his mind staring at the same featureless bits of dirt and rock day after day. You'd think sentry duty on an alien world would be exciting, but no, it was lots of staring at empty rocks and dirt.
Until now.
Bate turned and saw the succubus perched on the guardrail. Bate was on the top platform of a guard tower hastily erected to give a commanding view of the surrounding terrain. Up here Bate had thought he was safe from ambush. But that was old Earth thinking. On Earth the enemy didn't have wings.
They were called succubi because they looked like the buxom temptresses of myth and videogames. This one was certainly buxom. Each of her boobs was easily as big as his head. They seemed to ignore gravity as well. Boobs like that were rare outside of mucky Japanese comics. It was a shame the rest of her was all devil. Red skin, check. Black bat wings, check. Tail, check. At least her face wasn't gargoyle-ugly. If you ignored the horns and jet-black eyes, she was drop-dead stunning. Especially with those tits. If Bate was in Vegas and saw a stripper with tits like those he'd pay her good money to let him bury his face between those big soft boobs and give her a good motorboating.
Now was not the time to be thinking about motorboating. Bate realized this as he was a fraction of a second too late in raising his gun. The succubus had already pounced and was on top of him. Then Bate was falling backwards with the devil riding him to the ground.
It was not as if he hadn't been warned. It was drummed into every soldier the moment they stepped into H-space:
"The HSIOs use unorthodox strategy. They possess features that are regarded as extremely attractive by human standards. They know this and use it to tempt and put men off guard. Don't allow yourself to be distracted."
The men listened and nodded their heads at the right points, and then joked about it later. They might be horny and stupid, but they weren't that horny and stupid. They knew the difference between the bedroom and the battlefield.
Bate was on the floor with a weight on his chest pinning him down. He couldn't see. Two soft objects, like big warm pillows, were pressing down on his face.
Her tits. She was lying on his chest with her tits shoved in his face.
He couldn't breathe either. Her boobs were pressed up so tight against his face both his nose and mouth were blocked.
Fuck. As ignoble ends went, they didn't get much more ignoble than being smothered to death between a slutty demon's monster boobs. No fucking way was Bate checking out like that. He squirmed and bucked beneath her and, when that wasn't enough, beat his fists against her sides.
The succubus laughed, slid her arms behind his head and pressed down harder.
Fuck. This was happening, really happening. He was suffocating here. He felt a burning sensation in his lungs and his throat started hitching.
The succubus shifted position, or relented, and enough of a gap opened up for Bate to grab a quick breath of precious oxygen.
He needed it, as the succubus pressed down again and he was once again smothered beneath her big soft boobs. His attempts to knock her off were weakening. The first time he might have been able to kid himself it was his struggling that had enabled him to take a breath. The second time he knew for sure it was the succubus. She sat up enough for Bate to sneak a breath before flopping her smothering boobs back on him again.
Why? Was this some sort of game to her?
She acted if it was. After sitting up to allow Bate another breath, she playfully jiggled her heavy boobs in his face, boffing his head from side to side. She let out a soft moan that sounded more like a noise found in a porno than in hand-to-hand combat.
She was fucking with him, Bate thought as he tried again to dislodge her from his chest.
Something stroked lightly against his crotch.
Bate hadn't been thinking fucking in that sense, but he still felt a strange throb of arousal.
It was the air. Each quick, desperate breath Bate had taken was tainted with her scent. It slithered up into his brain and whispered lewd thoughts.
The succubus stroked against him again and this time there could be no doubt over whether it was intentional.
"Mmm, a little asphyxiation works wonders for getting men's pricks to rise to attention," the succubus said. Her voice was low, husky and dripping with sultry desire.
Less fucking with him and more actual fucking him, Bate thought. With his nose currently buried in her monster tits, Bate realized he wouldn't mind fucking her either. It wasn't the outcome he'd anticipated when she'd appeared next to him on the observation platform, but she was hot—both literally and figuratively—and a spot of surprise sex had a lot of appeal after days and days of staring at rocks and dirt.
The succubus sat up in order to reach behind her to Bate's crotch. Her nails were sharp enough to slice through the fabric of his pants and underpants. No longer restricted by his uniform, Bate's erection sprang free.
He was also able to gulp down breaths of air untainted by her scent. The haze in his mind partially cleared. He knew the jokes about the succubi. He also remembered the official warnings and—more importantly—the firsthand accounts that backed them up. Bad things happened to men that succumbed to temptation and fucked a succubus.
Just like the myths and horror films.
"Bradley! Get up her now! We're under attack!" Bate yelled.
He wasn't here alone. Sentry duty at the guard tower was a two-man task. Bradley should have been on the platform with him, but the stupid fucker had picked the worst fucking time to wander off to take a leak. Bate needed the big dumb shit back here right now, before the succubus did...
...whatever she was going to do to him.
Bate only made it halfway through a second yell before the succubus choked him off with her tits.
"There's no point calling for your friend," the succubus said. "Rhoxghar is dealing with him right now. He's more used to taking his pleasures from women, but a man will suffice if no females are available."
Bate heard a strange high-pitched cry that sounded so wrong it made him relieved, despite his current predicament, he was the one up here and not down there.
"Now where were we," the succubus said.
She lifted her tits back up in order for Bate to snatch another precious breath. The taint was stronger. It smothered Bate's thoughts and sapped his will to resist. At the same time it sent the blood flowing down to his groin until his erection was rock-hard and throbbing. He felt so horny he would have thrust right up into her wet pussy, consequences be damned, if he could reach it.
Fortunately for him, the succubus's pussy was resting on top of his belly and would continue to remain there while she squashed her substantial boobs against his face. She couldn't smother him and do whatever horrible things succubi did to men who were foolish enough to stick their dicks in devil pussy.
Bate's eyes widened in surprise as his cock was drawn up into a warm fleshy sheath. What was that? It sucked like a mouth, but the walls were packed in too tight around Bate's cock and he felt no teeth. The mystery orifice swallowed up his whole length and pulsed around him. Was there someone else up here with them? Someone or something behind the succubus?
"My tail," the succubus said. "It feels better than the human cunts you've been inside. I know."
She gave the head of Bate's cock a squeeze to emphasize her point.
Bate squirmed, this time with pleasure. It felt like he'd plunged his dick into a tight sex-toy sheath, only it was warm, living and capable of independent movement... capable of stimulating Bate regardless of whether he moved or not.
"This is not all my tail can do," the succubus said.
The tip of her tail carried on past the bulbous fleshpot Bate's cock was inside. It was slender and resembled a long, many-jointed finger topped with a small bony sphere. While the fleshpot part of her tail continued to pulse and suck on Bate's erection, the slender tip curled around his balls until the smooth ball at the tip was pressing up against Bate's anus. It pushed inside and slid up Bate's rectal wall until it encountered his prostate. Then it started to vibrate.
Bate squirmed and shivered in pleasure. The succubus's fleshpot tail orifice squeezed him like a fleshy suction cup. At the same time the vibrating tip of her tail sent trailers of pleasure worming deep inside him.
And he couldn't escape the sensations. The succubus had locked the complex structure of her tail in place and now she was using it to open him up and mercilessly pluck on his strings as if he was a musical instrument to be mastered. Bate was a toy to her and he couldn't withstand the onslaught of pure sensual stimulation.
Her tits covered his face and now he appreciated them for what they were—lovely big, soft boobs. Even the lack of air didn't bother him too much. The lightheadedness made what she was doing to his cock—doing inside him—feel even more wonderfully euphoric.
The succubus lifted her tits up and let Bate fill his lungs with air tainted by her exhilarating scent.
"This is your last breath," she said. "Treasure it."
Then she pressed her big soft tits back down on Bate's face. She held them there while her tail sucked on Bate's cock and the tip vibrated against Bate's prostate. Held them there while the air grew stale in Bate's lungs. Held them there while random bursts of color sparked in Bate's oxygen-deprived brain.
"Coming while suffocating is one of the greatest pleasures," the succubus said. "Now, come and experience the ultimate climax."
Her tail squeezed, pulsed. The bony tip bent inwards and pressed on Bate's prostate.
Bate felt like he was bursting. The spent air in his lungs, he had to let it out. The mounting pressure in his balls, he had to relieve it.
And so he burst. Semen flooded from him in a great stream even as his oxygen-starved brain sparked out in a vivid kaleidoscope of bursting colors.
His spirit came loose as his body asphyxiated. The succubus was there to suck it up.
Saturday, April 30, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Scarlet Imp
Name: Scarlet Imp
Type: Imp (Lesser Demon)
Habitat: Mountainous and rocky regions.
Description:
In build and structure they resemble a human girl in their late teens. In comparison to the succubi they look like young waifs, although there is no evidence they are the juvenile form of succubi. This is likely the scarlet imp's mature form and they are a separate species.
Scarlet imps are named for their red skin. They also possess the devil-like features of stubby horns, wings and a tail.
Attack Strategy:
Scarlet imps are lesser demons* and appear to be the common foot soldiers of whatever passes for a military in H-space. While not averse to taunting opponents with obscene sexual suggestions, these displays lack the hypnotising power of more powerful HSIOs. Instead the imps fight with melee weapons—commonly tridents. The points of their weapons are coated with a drug that rapidly induces unconsciousness upon entering the bloodstream. The scarlet imps fight to capture rather than kill and this is reflected in their tactics.
*I know some of you have problems with the use of the d word, that it has no place in science. To this I say it's just an identifier based on their appearance, and already frequently in use amongst the men anyway. The name doesn't have to have the same metaphysical connotations. Although sometimes I wonder...
Countermeasures:
Scarlet imps fight with conventional, if drugged, melee weapons and appear not to possess any exotic attacks. This doesn't mean they should be taken lightly. They are stronger and more competent fighters than their waif-like appearance might suggest.
They possess regenerative capabilities, but not as powerful as the more advanced HSIOs. Most terminal wounds are just as effective on them as they would be on a human.
Threat Level:
Low (but don't be fooled by their appearance, they wield their unorthodox melee weapons with a great deal of skill).
If scarlet imps are foot soldiers, then who or what do they take orders from...
Type: Imp (Lesser Demon)
Habitat: Mountainous and rocky regions.
Description:
In build and structure they resemble a human girl in their late teens. In comparison to the succubi they look like young waifs, although there is no evidence they are the juvenile form of succubi. This is likely the scarlet imp's mature form and they are a separate species.
Scarlet imps are named for their red skin. They also possess the devil-like features of stubby horns, wings and a tail.
Attack Strategy:
Scarlet imps are lesser demons* and appear to be the common foot soldiers of whatever passes for a military in H-space. While not averse to taunting opponents with obscene sexual suggestions, these displays lack the hypnotising power of more powerful HSIOs. Instead the imps fight with melee weapons—commonly tridents. The points of their weapons are coated with a drug that rapidly induces unconsciousness upon entering the bloodstream. The scarlet imps fight to capture rather than kill and this is reflected in their tactics.
*I know some of you have problems with the use of the d word, that it has no place in science. To this I say it's just an identifier based on their appearance, and already frequently in use amongst the men anyway. The name doesn't have to have the same metaphysical connotations. Although sometimes I wonder...
Countermeasures:
Scarlet imps fight with conventional, if drugged, melee weapons and appear not to possess any exotic attacks. This doesn't mean they should be taken lightly. They are stronger and more competent fighters than their waif-like appearance might suggest.
They possess regenerative capabilities, but not as powerful as the more advanced HSIOs. Most terminal wounds are just as effective on them as they would be on a human.
Threat Level:
Low (but don't be fooled by their appearance, they wield their unorthodox melee weapons with a great deal of skill).
If scarlet imps are foot soldiers, then who or what do they take orders from...
Friday, April 29, 2016
H-space MGB Profile: Paizu Succubus
Name: Paizu Succubus
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Unknown. Likely urban, or whatever equivalent the HSIOs have for urban.
Description:
As standard for succubus-class HSIOs—a tall, busty and stunningly attractive young woman with additional non-human "devil" features of horns, wings and a tail. In the paizu succubus's case the wings appear to be vestigial and incapable of flight. Other identifying features include their milky-white eyes with no pupil or iris and large, prominent breasts.
Attack Strategy:
Succubi feed on sex. Paizu Succubi specialise in mammary intercourse. Exposure to human semen softens the skin of the intermammary cleft and the paizu succubus absorbs her prey's penis into her flesh. Once the penis is absorbed the paizu succubus is able to trigger massive over-production of semen in her victim. They absorb and store the fluids of their prey within their large breasts, which are capable of expanding to many times their original size.
We know paizu succubi allow lesser HSIOs to suckle and obtain nourishment from their breasts. As of yet we haven't identified if this is a regular part of the food chain or done for other societal reasons. We don't even know which occupies the higher position in the social hierarchy, although if I was forced to guess, I would say it is the paizu succubus.
Aside from their feeding habits, we know very little about this type of succubus. They have never been encountered on the field of battle by our forces and as a result we know nothing of their combat capabilities or even if they engage in combat at all.
Countermeasures:
As so little is known about this type of succubus and their capabilities it is difficult to formulate appropriate countermeasures. Instead I can only detail the standard warnings when dealing with H-space succubi.
Firstly be aware that they use their supernatural sex appeal to distract, confuse and sometimes even hypnotise. Don't be fooled by their appearance. The paizu succubus likely has similar regenerative capabilities to those observed in other succubus-class HSIOs. They heal wounds extremely rapidly, making them much more durable and harder to kill than their appearance suggests.
Threat Level:
Not known, but likely high.
Type: Succubus
Habitat: Unknown. Likely urban, or whatever equivalent the HSIOs have for urban.
Description:
As standard for succubus-class HSIOs—a tall, busty and stunningly attractive young woman with additional non-human "devil" features of horns, wings and a tail. In the paizu succubus's case the wings appear to be vestigial and incapable of flight. Other identifying features include their milky-white eyes with no pupil or iris and large, prominent breasts.
Attack Strategy:
Succubi feed on sex. Paizu Succubi specialise in mammary intercourse. Exposure to human semen softens the skin of the intermammary cleft and the paizu succubus absorbs her prey's penis into her flesh. Once the penis is absorbed the paizu succubus is able to trigger massive over-production of semen in her victim. They absorb and store the fluids of their prey within their large breasts, which are capable of expanding to many times their original size.
We know paizu succubi allow lesser HSIOs to suckle and obtain nourishment from their breasts. As of yet we haven't identified if this is a regular part of the food chain or done for other societal reasons. We don't even know which occupies the higher position in the social hierarchy, although if I was forced to guess, I would say it is the paizu succubus.
Aside from their feeding habits, we know very little about this type of succubus. They have never been encountered on the field of battle by our forces and as a result we know nothing of their combat capabilities or even if they engage in combat at all.
Countermeasures:
As so little is known about this type of succubus and their capabilities it is difficult to formulate appropriate countermeasures. Instead I can only detail the standard warnings when dealing with H-space succubi.
Firstly be aware that they use their supernatural sex appeal to distract, confuse and sometimes even hypnotise. Don't be fooled by their appearance. The paizu succubus likely has similar regenerative capabilities to those observed in other succubus-class HSIOs. They heal wounds extremely rapidly, making them much more durable and harder to kill than their appearance suggests.
Threat Level:
Not known, but likely high.
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
H-space MGB Story: Paizu Succubus
She had the biggest pair of tits SGT Stewart Peter Bate had ever seen in the flesh. It was unfortunate he was a POW and she his captor.
"Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention."
The woman with the massive mammaries looked at him and laughed.
Woman wasn't really the right word. She wasn't human. Oh, she had plenty that looked human, in particular that eye-catching bust of hers, but she also had milky-white eyes with no iris or pupil, a pair of horns curling down behind her ears, a black devil's tail with a spade tip, and a pair of vestigial bat wings emerging from her back that looked far too small to enable her to fly. She wore an outfit that resembled a complex cat's cradle of black ribbons and was little more than lingerie. It looked like something a street hooker would wear underneath a fake fur coat. On someone else, in other circumstances, it might have turned Bate on.
Not now. Not like this. Currently he was imprisoned in a small square room with padded black walls. He was naked and slouched on a couch that felt like leather but softer and squishier. His wrists and ankles were bound with straps of the same material.
"Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention," he repeated.
"Why does he keep saying that?" another voice asked.
The tall, busty devil woman was followed into the room by a smaller, slender young women with the figure of a waif. She wasn't human either. Her bright red skin gave that away long before getting to her other devilish features.
The scarlet imp looked familiar. She was the one responsible for Bate's capture. He remembered her gloating smile as she'd got close enough to prick him with her trident. The pointed tines hadn't penetrated deep, just enough to break his skin and get the drugs on their tips into his bloodstream.
Bate's explo party had been ambushed by hindigs. Hard to believe what had looked like a bunch of schoolgirls in red paint had been able to take the squad down with such ease. Everything had gone black the moment she'd stuck her trident in him and then he'd woken up here. He wondered what had happened to the rest of his squad.
"It's human foolishness," the busty she-devil said.
"Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention," Bate said mulishly.
"Do you think we follow human rules and laws," the scarlet imp said. "They have no meaning here."
"Are you scared we might torture you?" the busty she-devil asked.
Bate stared sullenly at the floor and said nothing.
"It's not what I'm here for," she said.
"Or me," the scarlet imp chirped.
The busty she-devil nudged Bate's knees apart and went down on her knees between his legs. She swept her long wavy black hair behind her shoulders and undid her complicated bra.
"Like what you see?" she asked Bate as the shiny pink curves of her boobs fell free.
Bate did, if he was forced to be honest. They looked human enough, being a luscious flesh-tone pink in color with slightly darker nipples. Despite being enormous, there was no sag to them.
"They feel as nice as they look," the busty she-devil said and demonstrated this by flopping them down into his lap.
And Bate couldn't deny they did indeed feel as nice as they looked. His cock was buried beneath soft, silky-smooth boobs. She moved her upper body in a circle, rubbing her tits against his cock. This triggered a pleasant feeling in his crotch and his cock started to stiffen. As it hardened, his erection pushed against the pliant surface of her tits.
Bate watched her slutty display and wondered what they thought they were trying to achieve.
"This isn't going to work," he said. "You're not going to get anything out of me."
The she-devil put a hand around his cock and started to lazily pump it up and down.
"We'll see," she said.
She lifted a boob up and rested it on the swollen head of Bate's erection.
"She's going to get plenty out of you," the scarlet imp said. "She's going to get it all."
The busty she-devil wrapped two hands around his cock and pumped, stroked and twisted.
"She can use all her hooker's tricks on me," Bate said. "I'm not giving you anything more than my name, rank and serial number."
Bate was actually quite hoping she'd use more of those hooker's tricks on him. He wasn't going to tell them anything, but he'd enjoy whatever she did try to get him to talk.
The scarlet imp lay on the couch at right angles to Bate and rested her chin on her folded arms.
"Once Poripapilla has her soft tits wrapped round your cock you'll tell her anything she wants. But, to tell the truth, it doesn't really interest us."
Poripapilla wrapped her warm breasts around his cock and plumped them up against him like soft pillows. She let out a series of sultry oohs and aahs as if this was a performance in a porn movie. Her fingers dimpled the smooth skin of her breasts as she rubbed them up and down Bate's erection. She really had a monster rack. Bate was no slouch in the trouser department, but when she plumped her tits together, the marshmallow-soft flesh swallowed up his ten inches in their entirety.
"Poripapilla is here to milk you," the scarlet imp said.
Bate felt the pleasurable friction as her boobs rubbed against him. It was easy to work out what they meant by milk him. She was going to keep titty-fucking him until he came. What he couldn't understand was why they thought this was a big deal.
Poripapilla pouted her lips at him like an irresistibly slutty porn star. She smooshed her tits up against his cock. The soft flesh and smooth skin packed up close to his manhood and made it feel like he was moving back and forth inside a warm tight pussy. Bate felt a tickly stirring sensation in his balls. A few minutes of this and she was going to make him come.
Bate was okay with this turn of events.
Was this some weird cultural misunderstanding between humans and the hindigs of H-space? Did they think this was a bad thing, that they were torturing him? It felt like a cultural misunderstanding. Maybe being jerked off and made to come by your enemy had some special significance—a source of shame, an admission of surrender—he didn't understand.
Bate wondered what he should do. Should he play along, beg her to stop torturing him with her luscious big fluffy tits? He didn't want to risk overselling it and tipping them off that humans didn't think big bouncy titwanks were that bad of a thing.
Poripapilla plumped her tits together a little more forcefully—a little tighter—than before and Bate's cock gave a little twitch. Not an ejaculation, but a warning one was on the way.
Poripapilla's eyes brightened. She stopped fluffing her tits up against Bate's cock.
"Ooh," she said. "I feel wetness. He's leaking pre-cum."
"Can I tell him?" the scarlet imp asked.
"Oh yes," Poripapilla said. "I adore it when they try to hold back."
"Poripapilla is a Paizu Succubus," the scarlet imp said to Bate. "Succubi drain men's essence with sex. Paizu succubi specialize in using their tits. They wrap those big soft boobs around a man's prick and soak up all his life and energy like a sponge."
"Don't make us sound so unpleasant," Poripapilla said. "We're nice succubi. We always give our lovers a chance."
"She needs you to come," the scarlet imp said. "Your semen is the trigger her body needs to absorb your prick. Then, once she's absorbed you, those big boobs will pump out all the life in your body."
"You make it sound so icky," Poripapilla complained.
She placed one arm across her boobs, holding them in place like a bar while she bounced them up and down in his lap. Her other hand reached under and tickled the underside of his nutsack.
"Think of it as two lovers becoming one in an act of sensual union," she said.
"You're not my lover," Bate retorted. "Whatever is happening here has nothing to do with love."
Poripapilla feigned hurt briefly before her full red lips turned up in a crafty smile.
"I like the defiant ones," she said. "Their taste is so adorably spicy."
She jiggled her boobs around his erection. The soft flesh pressing and rubbing against Bate's cock kept him hard.
"So, it's simple," the scarlet imp said with a malicious smile. "If you want to live, don't come."
"And what do you get from this?" Bate scowled at her.
"I get first taste," the scarlet imp replied. She kicked her feet up behind her like a giddy teen. "As is my right, for I was the one who captured you."
This was crazy, Bate thought. He must be dreaming.
Plump, plump. Shake. Squeeze. Rub up and down. The woman with horns kept plumping her big tits against Bate's hard-on.
It couldn't be real. He was asleep and a nightmare had gotten tangled up with a wet dream.
"Is he coming?" the scarlet imp asked after a few minutes of Poripapilla squeezing and jiggling her boobs against Bate's cock.
"He's close," Poripapilla said. "There's so much pre-cum oozing out of his cock it's making my boobs all wet and slippery."
"I bet it feels like a tight wet twat in there," the scarlet imp said.
"Yes, put your head back and imagine it's my tight wet cunt giving your prick a good squeeze."
Poripapilla pressed her breasts tightly together right on squeeze. A shiver ran through Bate and a soft moan escaped his lips. So close and yet according to them he couldn't—shouldn't—come.
"Make him come," the scarlet imp said.
The older succubus laughed.
"The little one is getting impatient. I'd like to drag it out for longer, but we've been playing for long enough. It's time you were milked."
She rearranged her breasts, pulling them apart and then wrapping them back around Bate's cock. He caught a brief glimpse of his glans—swollen and red like a miniature apple—before it was smothered and buried in soft pink boob flesh.
Poripapilla wrapped her arms around her bust to hold her tits in place, then she started to bounce them up and down in Bate's lap. Slow at first, but getting faster and harder. Buried within, Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft pillows of flesh.
Poripapilla's all-white eyes were bright as she stared right at him. Playfulness was shed for crude dirty talk.
"Come," she exhorted. "Make my tits filthy with your seed. Spurt it all over them."
Bate writhed and squirmed on the couch. It was like fucking, just like fucking. And now he wanted to come, really wanted to come. Like he was about to burst.
Poripapilla kept bouncing her tits up and down in his lap. His cock slid back and forth between their silky-smooth softness.
He felt an ominous twitch. Poripapilla homed right in on it. She pressed her hands against her overflowing tits and squeezed the marshmallow-soft flesh around the sensitive head of Bate's cock.
No good. It was like cracks appearing on a dam. He couldn't hold it in any longer.
Aw, fuck it. This was nothing more than a nightmarish wet dream anyway. It was far too weird to be real.
"Come," Poripapilla demanded. She squeezed.
That was enough to take Bate over the edge. His body trembled with orgasm. His hips bucked, his cock swelled and he emptied a big fat load in the warm, silky-smooth crevice between her tits. He couldn't see any of it. Poripapilla had glomped her massive breasts together and Bate's cock and issue were buried within. His cock twitched as it poured more into her warm cleavage.
Too warm, Bate thought. And it felt strange as well, like his erection was sinking into soft marshmallow.
Poripapilla gave an erotic sigh and pushed her tits down deeper into his lap.
"Oops, you couldn't hold it back," the scarlet imp said. "Now her big tits are going to suck you all up like a sponge."
That was ridiculous, Bate thought. And shouldn't this wet dream be over? Weren't they supposed to end when you jizzed yourself?
Poripapilla gave a soft little grunt. Her tits shivered and flexed.
Bate jerked on the soft couch. What was that? It was like she'd found an invisible string attached to his vitals and was reeling it out through his cock. It was far less painful than it sounded. The opposite even. There was a warm glow emanating from between her breasts that was transmitted and spread through his body until he was left in a state of blissful relaxation. Her big boobs pulsed around him and it was like she'd grabbed the end of the string and tugged.
Bate let out a soft groan as another climax blasted through him.
Oh fuck, that felt so good.
And it wasn't stopping. It was a constant flow of bliss pouring into her gently pulsing boobs. The scarlet imp had been right when she'd said they were like a sponge. It was as if the rest of his body was so envious of how good his cock felt nestled between her big soft boobs it wanted to join it and was mobilizing to do so.
Poripapilla's boobs swelled as she soaked up Bate's fluids. Already massive to begin with, they expanded beyond porn plastic surgery size and into territories only visited by the febrile imaginations of frustrated hentai artists. Their weight and softness overflowed Bate's lap. His cock twitched and his eyelids fluttered in ecstasy as her poured more and more of himself into her. He couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop.
Bate's body withered and wasted as Poripapilla's boobs grew. The last thing Bate saw before his vision faded to black was the scarlet imp approaching one of the grotesquely expanded boobs. Her eyes gleamed like a junkie getting their fix as she battened onto an oozing nipple and sucked.
"This is... I don't have words. We've never had this level of insight into the hindigs—their community... organization. This is exciting. Really exciting."
"Doc. A man died... was killed."
...
"Fuck. It's easy to lose sight of that, especially when there's been so many. I don't want to be like the other bastards, who treat men's lives as pieces to be pushed across a chessboard. Never let me forget, Stewart."
"Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention."
The woman with the massive mammaries looked at him and laughed.
Woman wasn't really the right word. She wasn't human. Oh, she had plenty that looked human, in particular that eye-catching bust of hers, but she also had milky-white eyes with no iris or pupil, a pair of horns curling down behind her ears, a black devil's tail with a spade tip, and a pair of vestigial bat wings emerging from her back that looked far too small to enable her to fly. She wore an outfit that resembled a complex cat's cradle of black ribbons and was little more than lingerie. It looked like something a street hooker would wear underneath a fake fur coat. On someone else, in other circumstances, it might have turned Bate on.
Not now. Not like this. Currently he was imprisoned in a small square room with padded black walls. He was naked and slouched on a couch that felt like leather but softer and squishier. His wrists and ankles were bound with straps of the same material.
"Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention," he repeated.
"Why does he keep saying that?" another voice asked.
The tall, busty devil woman was followed into the room by a smaller, slender young women with the figure of a waif. She wasn't human either. Her bright red skin gave that away long before getting to her other devilish features.
The scarlet imp looked familiar. She was the one responsible for Bate's capture. He remembered her gloating smile as she'd got close enough to prick him with her trident. The pointed tines hadn't penetrated deep, just enough to break his skin and get the drugs on their tips into his bloodstream.
Bate's explo party had been ambushed by hindigs. Hard to believe what had looked like a bunch of schoolgirls in red paint had been able to take the squad down with such ease. Everything had gone black the moment she'd stuck her trident in him and then he'd woken up here. He wondered what had happened to the rest of his squad.
"It's human foolishness," the busty she-devil said.
"Name: Frank Meyer. Rank: Sergeant. Serial Number: 531-07-0374. Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990. This is all the information I am permitted to give you. I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention," Bate said mulishly.
"Do you think we follow human rules and laws," the scarlet imp said. "They have no meaning here."
"Are you scared we might torture you?" the busty she-devil asked.
Bate stared sullenly at the floor and said nothing.
"It's not what I'm here for," she said.
"Or me," the scarlet imp chirped.
The busty she-devil nudged Bate's knees apart and went down on her knees between his legs. She swept her long wavy black hair behind her shoulders and undid her complicated bra.
"Like what you see?" she asked Bate as the shiny pink curves of her boobs fell free.
Bate did, if he was forced to be honest. They looked human enough, being a luscious flesh-tone pink in color with slightly darker nipples. Despite being enormous, there was no sag to them.
"They feel as nice as they look," the busty she-devil said and demonstrated this by flopping them down into his lap.
And Bate couldn't deny they did indeed feel as nice as they looked. His cock was buried beneath soft, silky-smooth boobs. She moved her upper body in a circle, rubbing her tits against his cock. This triggered a pleasant feeling in his crotch and his cock started to stiffen. As it hardened, his erection pushed against the pliant surface of her tits.
Bate watched her slutty display and wondered what they thought they were trying to achieve.
"This isn't going to work," he said. "You're not going to get anything out of me."
The she-devil put a hand around his cock and started to lazily pump it up and down.
"We'll see," she said.
She lifted a boob up and rested it on the swollen head of Bate's erection.
"She's going to get plenty out of you," the scarlet imp said. "She's going to get it all."
The busty she-devil wrapped two hands around his cock and pumped, stroked and twisted.
"She can use all her hooker's tricks on me," Bate said. "I'm not giving you anything more than my name, rank and serial number."
Bate was actually quite hoping she'd use more of those hooker's tricks on him. He wasn't going to tell them anything, but he'd enjoy whatever she did try to get him to talk.
The scarlet imp lay on the couch at right angles to Bate and rested her chin on her folded arms.
"Once Poripapilla has her soft tits wrapped round your cock you'll tell her anything she wants. But, to tell the truth, it doesn't really interest us."
Poripapilla wrapped her warm breasts around his cock and plumped them up against him like soft pillows. She let out a series of sultry oohs and aahs as if this was a performance in a porn movie. Her fingers dimpled the smooth skin of her breasts as she rubbed them up and down Bate's erection. She really had a monster rack. Bate was no slouch in the trouser department, but when she plumped her tits together, the marshmallow-soft flesh swallowed up his ten inches in their entirety.
"Poripapilla is here to milk you," the scarlet imp said.
Bate felt the pleasurable friction as her boobs rubbed against him. It was easy to work out what they meant by milk him. She was going to keep titty-fucking him until he came. What he couldn't understand was why they thought this was a big deal.
Poripapilla pouted her lips at him like an irresistibly slutty porn star. She smooshed her tits up against his cock. The soft flesh and smooth skin packed up close to his manhood and made it feel like he was moving back and forth inside a warm tight pussy. Bate felt a tickly stirring sensation in his balls. A few minutes of this and she was going to make him come.
Bate was okay with this turn of events.
Was this some weird cultural misunderstanding between humans and the hindigs of H-space? Did they think this was a bad thing, that they were torturing him? It felt like a cultural misunderstanding. Maybe being jerked off and made to come by your enemy had some special significance—a source of shame, an admission of surrender—he didn't understand.
Bate wondered what he should do. Should he play along, beg her to stop torturing him with her luscious big fluffy tits? He didn't want to risk overselling it and tipping them off that humans didn't think big bouncy titwanks were that bad of a thing.
Poripapilla plumped her tits together a little more forcefully—a little tighter—than before and Bate's cock gave a little twitch. Not an ejaculation, but a warning one was on the way.
Poripapilla's eyes brightened. She stopped fluffing her tits up against Bate's cock.
"Ooh," she said. "I feel wetness. He's leaking pre-cum."
"Can I tell him?" the scarlet imp asked.
"Oh yes," Poripapilla said. "I adore it when they try to hold back."
"Poripapilla is a Paizu Succubus," the scarlet imp said to Bate. "Succubi drain men's essence with sex. Paizu succubi specialize in using their tits. They wrap those big soft boobs around a man's prick and soak up all his life and energy like a sponge."
"Don't make us sound so unpleasant," Poripapilla said. "We're nice succubi. We always give our lovers a chance."
"She needs you to come," the scarlet imp said. "Your semen is the trigger her body needs to absorb your prick. Then, once she's absorbed you, those big boobs will pump out all the life in your body."
"You make it sound so icky," Poripapilla complained.
She placed one arm across her boobs, holding them in place like a bar while she bounced them up and down in his lap. Her other hand reached under and tickled the underside of his nutsack.
"Think of it as two lovers becoming one in an act of sensual union," she said.
"You're not my lover," Bate retorted. "Whatever is happening here has nothing to do with love."
Poripapilla feigned hurt briefly before her full red lips turned up in a crafty smile.
"I like the defiant ones," she said. "Their taste is so adorably spicy."
She jiggled her boobs around his erection. The soft flesh pressing and rubbing against Bate's cock kept him hard.
"So, it's simple," the scarlet imp said with a malicious smile. "If you want to live, don't come."
"And what do you get from this?" Bate scowled at her.
"I get first taste," the scarlet imp replied. She kicked her feet up behind her like a giddy teen. "As is my right, for I was the one who captured you."
This was crazy, Bate thought. He must be dreaming.
Plump, plump. Shake. Squeeze. Rub up and down. The woman with horns kept plumping her big tits against Bate's hard-on.
It couldn't be real. He was asleep and a nightmare had gotten tangled up with a wet dream.
"Is he coming?" the scarlet imp asked after a few minutes of Poripapilla squeezing and jiggling her boobs against Bate's cock.
"He's close," Poripapilla said. "There's so much pre-cum oozing out of his cock it's making my boobs all wet and slippery."
"I bet it feels like a tight wet twat in there," the scarlet imp said.
"Yes, put your head back and imagine it's my tight wet cunt giving your prick a good squeeze."
Poripapilla pressed her breasts tightly together right on squeeze. A shiver ran through Bate and a soft moan escaped his lips. So close and yet according to them he couldn't—shouldn't—come.
"Make him come," the scarlet imp said.
The older succubus laughed.
"The little one is getting impatient. I'd like to drag it out for longer, but we've been playing for long enough. It's time you were milked."
She rearranged her breasts, pulling them apart and then wrapping them back around Bate's cock. He caught a brief glimpse of his glans—swollen and red like a miniature apple—before it was smothered and buried in soft pink boob flesh.
Poripapilla wrapped her arms around her bust to hold her tits in place, then she started to bounce them up and down in Bate's lap. Slow at first, but getting faster and harder. Buried within, Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft pillows of flesh.
Poripapilla's all-white eyes were bright as she stared right at him. Playfulness was shed for crude dirty talk.
"Come," she exhorted. "Make my tits filthy with your seed. Spurt it all over them."
Bate writhed and squirmed on the couch. It was like fucking, just like fucking. And now he wanted to come, really wanted to come. Like he was about to burst.
Poripapilla kept bouncing her tits up and down in his lap. His cock slid back and forth between their silky-smooth softness.
He felt an ominous twitch. Poripapilla homed right in on it. She pressed her hands against her overflowing tits and squeezed the marshmallow-soft flesh around the sensitive head of Bate's cock.
No good. It was like cracks appearing on a dam. He couldn't hold it in any longer.
Aw, fuck it. This was nothing more than a nightmarish wet dream anyway. It was far too weird to be real.
"Come," Poripapilla demanded. She squeezed.
That was enough to take Bate over the edge. His body trembled with orgasm. His hips bucked, his cock swelled and he emptied a big fat load in the warm, silky-smooth crevice between her tits. He couldn't see any of it. Poripapilla had glomped her massive breasts together and Bate's cock and issue were buried within. His cock twitched as it poured more into her warm cleavage.
Too warm, Bate thought. And it felt strange as well, like his erection was sinking into soft marshmallow.
Poripapilla gave an erotic sigh and pushed her tits down deeper into his lap.
"Oops, you couldn't hold it back," the scarlet imp said. "Now her big tits are going to suck you all up like a sponge."
That was ridiculous, Bate thought. And shouldn't this wet dream be over? Weren't they supposed to end when you jizzed yourself?
Poripapilla gave a soft little grunt. Her tits shivered and flexed.
Bate jerked on the soft couch. What was that? It was like she'd found an invisible string attached to his vitals and was reeling it out through his cock. It was far less painful than it sounded. The opposite even. There was a warm glow emanating from between her breasts that was transmitted and spread through his body until he was left in a state of blissful relaxation. Her big boobs pulsed around him and it was like she'd grabbed the end of the string and tugged.
Bate let out a soft groan as another climax blasted through him.
Oh fuck, that felt so good.
And it wasn't stopping. It was a constant flow of bliss pouring into her gently pulsing boobs. The scarlet imp had been right when she'd said they were like a sponge. It was as if the rest of his body was so envious of how good his cock felt nestled between her big soft boobs it wanted to join it and was mobilizing to do so.
Poripapilla's boobs swelled as she soaked up Bate's fluids. Already massive to begin with, they expanded beyond porn plastic surgery size and into territories only visited by the febrile imaginations of frustrated hentai artists. Their weight and softness overflowed Bate's lap. His cock twitched and his eyelids fluttered in ecstasy as her poured more and more of himself into her. He couldn't stop. Didn't want to stop.
Bate's body withered and wasted as Poripapilla's boobs grew. The last thing Bate saw before his vision faded to black was the scarlet imp approaching one of the grotesquely expanded boobs. Her eyes gleamed like a junkie getting their fix as she battened onto an oozing nipple and sucked.
"This is... I don't have words. We've never had this level of insight into the hindigs—their community... organization. This is exciting. Really exciting."
"Doc. A man died... was killed."
...
"Fuck. It's easy to lose sight of that, especially when there's been so many. I don't want to be like the other bastards, who treat men's lives as pieces to be pushed across a chessboard. Never let me forget, Stewart."
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