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Subject: {ASSM} Demon Lust - Amber (g, succubus)
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Date: Sun, 24 Jan 2010 21:10:01 -0500
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Demon Lust

Amber tossed her young body in her sleep. She lightly moaned and her
face showed a lovely blush of excitement as her breath came in
shorter, deeper gasps. The sheet had been pulled away as she turned
and squirmed in her sleep, exposing her young firm breasts and aroused
pink nipples. Her hands were buried in her lap, fingers pressing and
rubbing her wet swollen lips as another deep moan escaped her young
glistening lips.

Until a week ago, these feelings had been completely unknown to her.
She had turned 15 a few weeks ago and although her body had started to
change into the shapes of a young woman, sexual thoughts still were
far from her mind. To her parents, she was her cheerful budding
darling, who wasn't a troublemaker, who had good grades in school and
stayed away from the boys and trouble. 
She was a slim girl, her weight at 100 lbs and her breast developed
into a lovely b cup. Although they didn't needed the support of a bra
at all, she never went out without one. She was the typical grey mouse
who cared about her grades and the boys rather chased behind the
cheerleaders who promised more fun and none of them showed any
interest in her or her young, developing body that usually was hidden
in comfy jeans and wide, loose sweatshirts. Not that Amber cared about
that though.

The young girl moaned again in her sleep, one hand now cupping her
left breast, squeezing it almost roughly as the other hand, hidden by
the sheet that was still draped around her hips, continued its erotic
dance on her inflamed clit and swollen lips. The hand on her breast
moved to her nipple, and her fingers held it, first lightly, then more
and more firmly until the fingers pinched hard and pulled on it. The
sudden pain that mixed in a strangely delicious way with the
sensations that spread from her sex made her gasp and cry out, ripping
her out of her horny dream. 

Amber rested with wide open eyes in the darkness of her room, her
heart still racing. "Not again, " she groaned as she pulled her hand
from the wetness her fingers were trapped in. She closed her eyes in
despair, trying to block out the memories of her dream. And as the
days before, she found it increasingly more difficult every night.
"What's happening? Why am I having these..... dreams?" she whispered
into the darkness. She tried to relax, but unlike the nights before,
the dream seemed to stare at her from the  border of her conciousness
, trying to pull her back.

She still felt the heat between her legs, a sensation that was like an
itch begging to be scratched, an itch that spread from her sex over
her body. Her nipple still hurt from being pinched so roughly and she
started to lightly caress it without noticing it to ease the pain. She
had no idea what started these dreams a week ago, but she had them now
every night and every night more intense, waking up only to find her
cotton panties wet from her arousal. 

First she didn't remember the dreams, but today it was as if the
unknown hands that had caressed her squirming body in her sleep were
still running over her skin, touching, causing her to squirm and beg
to be touched more. This time she remembered how the hands never
stayed on one part of her body long enough, she remembered how she
squirmed to guide them to the parts of her body, that ached most to be
touched and fondled. 

Laying in the darkness of her room, Amber knew that this time it were
her hands that caressed her skin, it were her hands that moved gently
over her skin to the parts of the body that were in need. Her breath
had quickened again and her eyes closed as she, like the nights
before, began to caress herself. But unlike the nights before, the
sensations didn't ebb and didn't vanished as she tried to keep them
alive. 

With her eyes closed, the dream creped back into her mind, and as her
fingers resumed their dance on her swollen, open lips, the anonymous
body moved closer in her dream, approaching her almost like a shadow.
And the closer it got, the clearer Amber knew what she wanted and she
realized that this shadow was the only thing in the world that could
grant her what she so desperately ached for. 

The sheets had long felt from the bed and her naked young body
glistened in sweat in the cold light of the  almost full moon. Her
moans had changed into whimpers as she tried to reach the climax. In
the room, a shadow moved closer and the moon light rimmed the female
curves of the succubus as it slowly left the dark shadow and moved
closer to the bed and then stopped. 

It looked down at Amber who was caressing herself almost franticly as
she tried to keep the dream from slipping away and taking the ecstasy
with it, ecstasy she knew was almost touchable. The succubus had
weaved its spell for a week now, each night deepening it until the
young girls soul was ripe to be harvested.  It kept the girls lust
where it was, letting her almost get the climax and yet keeping it out
of reach. 

The succubus was a dark shadow, even as it now stood in the full moon
light, its dark form somehow soaking the light into its skin. But the
bright light of the moon still managed to outline the curves of her
full breasts and painted silver highlights on the horns that grew from
its head and one could almost see its tail moving in the darkness. It
watched the girl, keeping her hanging on the brink of her orgasm and
pondered if it should reveal to her. 

In order to harvest the girls innocent, virgin soul, the girl had to
offer herself to the succubus. Not only to the shadow it planted into
its mind, but to the succubus in its true form. The succubus felt its
large cock pulse in need as it looked at the girl. Her legs were open
now as she offered her body to the shadow in her dream. The girls face
was an almost obscene display of innocence and lust and the succubus
needed all its willpower to not abandon its original plan and simply
take the girl here and now. But it also knew and feared the punishment
it would have to endure if it failed to deliver a pure, innocent
virgin soul to her master and restrained herself. 

The succubus stroked its cock, moving closer until it stood between
Ambers wide open legs. Its spell kept the girl from opening her eyes.
In her dream, Amber watched the shadow move between her legs. She
looked at it in her dream and  it was so clear to her what she had to
do in order to finally get her relief. 

The succubus stroked its massive cock faster, its lips whispering
obscene words of ancient magic, channelling the lust it felt to the
girls mind. In order to complete the spell, the girl had to offer
herself to the shadow in her dream. The harvest of a soul was a
complex magical ritual that stretched over several nights and needed
to be completed in the first seconds of a virgin Sunday night. 

"Take me" Amber moaned in her dream, offering herself to the shadow.
She wanted it, she needed it more than anything else she ever wanted.
"Please... I'm yours.. take me.... please!"

The succubus hissed and its forked tongue licked its lips in a display
of hellish lust as it heard the virgin girl beggng the shadow in her
dream to take her. Its hand stroked the pulsing cock faster and as her
lips hissed the last words of the spell, it felt the lust explode and
shoot through her cock like molten lava. Its body shivered as its cock
spew white, glistening cum, arching through the air until it landed on
the girls  virgin pussy lips. 

Amber gasped as she felt the hot drops land on her sex, a sensation
that almost made her reach that climax she longed for. The succubus
moved back into the shadow as the intense sensation broke the girls
dream. From the shadow it watched the girl rub her pussy, as she tried
to push herself over the edge. Her fingers moved in a blur and rubbed
the demon's seed into her pussy and all over swollen lips and the
succubus smiled as it watched the wanton display of pure sexual need. 

It watched Amber groan in frustration as she realized that, like the
nights before, she was unable to give herself what she so desperately
longed for. Amber continued for almost half an hour, trying to push
herself over the edge until she gave up and felt again asleep. 

The succubus watched from the shadows how the girl tried it vain to
make herself cum. It smiled. It knew its spell would prevent this for
another day. A day, where its seed would do its work and would prepare
the girl for the succubus next visit. The succubus left as Amber slept
an uneasy sleep.
 
It left into the night to find a sinful soul it could relish on while
fucking its owner until it died of pleasure. 

It would return tomorrow. 

It would be the night of a full moon Sunday.

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If you didn't please tell me as well :)

And - if the story gave you an erotic tickle - thank you :)

Those who liked it can find my other stories here:
http://cynfulangel.blogspot.com/

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