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The Succubus' Tale: Pt. IV.

The next day was spent in helping my aunt with various chores about
the household. It did have moments of delight, for when I was
able to sit, I would angle myself so that the soreness in my ass
would be compounded by the constant state of feverish wetness in my 
cunt. I was beginning to feel chills even as I sat near the
fire in the midafternoon. I realized that it had been two days
since my last encounter with my uncle, and this torment of heat between
my legs was the first sign that it had grown too long now since my 
last feeding.
	So this discomfort, like that of sexual arousal mixed with
chills and nervousness, was the first signs of a succubus' hunger.
It was a tight anxiety mixed with arousal, causing my drawers to
remain damp throughout the day. Once, I escaped into the privacy 
of the bedchamber for a moment, my fingers digging down under 
my dress and drawers to rub at my engorged clit, but I found no 
paths to an easy release. Truth, toying with my clit just caused a 
maddening increase in the wetness down there, like adding oil
to a fire thinking it was water. The slippery liquid allowed the
 pouting lips of my vulva to slide back and forth over each other, 
excitingly, as I shifted about.
	The scent of my cunt was sweet, yet obviously aroused. 
I feared others might scent my arousal, so I crushed some mint leaves 
and rubbed them over my pussy. The light burning sensation did nothing
 to quell my agony or sweeten my temper. My solution was to avoid 
everyone while I tended to my work, with my thoughts wishing me 
elsewhere, such as on my knees, with my lips wrapped around a 
soothing cock.
	My carnal reveries were broken at mealtime 
by my aunt's clucking at my bird-like appetite. Appetite? It made
me laugh to think how she'd look, if she knew that my appetite
was not for the food on the table, but rather for her husband's 
cum pulsing itself down my throat. The truth be known, since I had
started supping on my uncle's cum, ordinary food lost its delight 
for me. I seemed never to grow hungry, per se. Rather, this new 
kind of hunger signaled when it was time for me to feed, as my
dinner was best taken on my knees and served fresh from the source.
But my last period of relief had lasted me nearly four whole days 
and this time, it had beenonly two. 
	 Besides education in seduction and sex, the demon's education 
included the revelation that my demands for 'squirt', as he 
referred to it, would increase exponentially as I matured, until
I demanded three or four sessions a day with willing mortal men.
Maybe less, if I found a relatively potent man, such as a young
man or an exceptionally virile one who could sate my hunger.
There were drawbacks, however. Too much sex with me would
cause a wasting disease in the men I was attached to, and even
if I were willing and able to forgo attachment and instead wander
the world in search of nightly, anonymous sex, the men so visited
would invariably become ill after a night of ecstasy with me.
	I was beginning to understand the state of my existence and
I could contemplate the eternity of misery before me. As a half-human
creature, I was still subject to the same miseries as any other human
woman short of bearing children and the monthly flux, but as half-demon,
my torments were multiplied. I would be forced to seek out men for sex
to assure my very continuation. I was a succubus, succubi were 
leeches, and as I know now, the most disdained creature in Hell 
since they were dependent on mortals for their continued survival. 
When you looked at a powerful succubus, you were looking at hundreds, 
if not thousands, of corrupted and likely damned mortal souls.
	During the mid-day meal, I found distraction from my growing 
torment in the delight of the aching pain in my ass, left over from 
when the demon had fucked me for what seemed like hours. My immediate 
thoughts, however, were not focused on the demon, but rather on 
the sinful delight of my uncle's cock, and when I might next take 
my fill of his delicious cum. It had to be soon, or I would go mad 
for the wanting of that velvety shaft between my lips. 
And, secretly, I was also frightened; what would happen to me if I
needed to go without feeding for a time? How would this constant 
sex affect my uncle? And what would happen if I were discovered? 
 	Later in the afternoon, I sat in the great room by the fire,
trying to control my shivering. My cousins chattered away, still
oblivious
to the incredible changes that had already begun to run their course
within me. My cousin Celia was a tall, mousy girl of fifteen, nearly
of marriagable age.  Camella was the younger one, prettier and
much more spoiled. She was a year older than I, which fact she 
used to her advantage when it suited her.
	I barely tolerated these simple girls, even less so now that I 
saw no use of them whatsoever. Like many other days, my uncle was
gone from the house, so there was little respite from their 
constant yammering. I found myself longing to see the man that 
I might find out when we could next meet.
	So most of my day was spent with my fidgeting,  enjoying
fragmentary after-flashes of the hot fucking I had the night before, and
going nearly crazy with listening to my empty-headed cousins prattle
on about things I cared nothing about. The evening meal came, and
with it my uncle, back from business. The dark circles under his
eyes, present since our last encounter, had vanished for the most part,
and he seemed his old self. His gaze kept returning to me over the
dinner table, and from the way he gripped his cup, I could tell he
was anxious as I was for our next session.
	As I rose from the table, my uncle said, "Maria, I saw
someone from your village today," as a ruse to engage me in a 
quiet conversation while my cousins retired to the great room, and
my aunt went off on some errand. He came close, and I scented his
sweat. I ached for him, so much so that my thighs began to tickle as
small
rivulets of juice began leaking from my sodden cunt. He whispered,
"My little beauty, meet me in the loft tonight...I promise I shall be
there. I do not think I can sleep with the agonies of desire."
	I softly replied, "All I can dream about is tasting you again,"
and he shuddered at my words. 
	"You shall have all of me, and more than just once. An hour after 
everyone's asleep," he whispered hurriedly, then went off to go about
his usual routines.
	That hour, spent lying awake on the pallet in the room shared
with my cousins, was agonizing. My fingers silently (difficult...for
I was sloshing wet) slid back and forth over the soft flesh hooding
my protruding clit. I was so aroused that the small organ actually
rose out of my glistening lips like the tip of a wicked beckoning
tongue, 
withdrawing a bit and protruding again as it pulsed with anticipation. 
I found no release whatsoever, not even a hint. When I could stand
it no more, I promised ten more minutes, lasted only five, and slipped
through the house and into the night.
	I made for the barn in the darkness of the New Moon. I found
the ladder and was releived to hear my uncle's soft reply to my queries,
instead of a grating laugh and a red glow. It was pitch-black, but
we embraced immediately, like old lovers, and we were both fumbling
with our clothing immediately. Bent over as he was, he suckled at
the side of my neck, then ear. He whispered, "You are the most
beautiful creature I have ever seen, and tonight I want to make
you mine own."
	He lay me back on the hay, diving into my sodden pussy with 
an obvious delight, whispering soft adorations of my taste and scent,
and lapping at me like a starving man. His tongue curled around my hard
clit, thrumming back and forth, and then dove into my vagina. I found
no pleasure in this, and grew impatient. My main goal was to rid 
myself of this torment, and I knew only one way to do that. Right
then, I wanted nothing of his adoration, and all of his cock.
 I slid over, and moved to take him in my mouth.
	My uncle whispered, "No, not that. I know you are my brother's
daughter, God forgive me, but I want your virginity to be mine."
In the darkness, he was unable to see the healing pentagram scar that 
I bore on my bare mons, or he might not be so eager to want to put
himself
inside. His finger dipped into my pussy, but I drew away quickly before
he could guess that my virginity was already gone, and what if his 
cum in my pussy did nothing for my hunger? 
	I thought quickly, and as I pulled away, I whispered, 
"It would be dangerous for us to do that...what if I bore you a child?" 
full knowing that I could not get pregnant (the demon told me I 
was unable to), but looking for any excuse to keep him from spending
himself in any place but my mouth, where I wanted him.
	He said, "You are not mature enough to bear children. Why, you
do not even have hair on your sex, yet." He sighed, and then rolled on
 his back. "Nevertheless, it has been said to happen before.
You are right, though I should not complain, for your beautiful mouth
more than serves."
	I kept myself from pouncing on his cock, and instead began
the work slowly, easing the incredibly delicious, swollen head between
my lips, where I suckled on his pre-cum for a moment like
a baby at a teat. Little gushes rewarded me, and I was in ecstasy for
the moments they lay richly on my tongue. My fingers massaged at his
balls gently and manipulated them carefully in such a way as to
encourage them to release all of their precious load down my throat.
I planned on emptying this man of everything he could feed me.
 	His moans were almost continuous. I began to suckle him in
earnest now, moving my mouth the way the demon taught me, in a 
circular up and down motion, while his cock slid in and out of the 
tight ring of my throat, and with tricks of pressure with my tongue
to build him up slowly to maximize the yield. Obscene sounds filled
the air, from the unnatural act, sucking sounds and the strenuous 
pull of my uncle's breath.
	I soon had that cock painfully swollen and his hips straining 
upward in a spasm of desire. I pushed him down my throat and had my lips
 buried once again in the thicket of hair at the base of his shaft. 
While he was trapped entire in my throat, I  
swallowed at him in rhythmic waves, the muscles milking and stroking 
at the wonderful shaft imbedded in my throat. His trapped
cock  would twitch in answer to my demanding sucking.
	My feverish turmoil was peaking as he
neared orgasm. He gripped my head tightly and followed my movements,
hips lifting still and trying to drive himself, entire, into my mouth.
A quivering thrust...another thrust, and he let out the despairing cry
 of a man resigned to his own doom.
	Release! Hot gushes pulsed down the length of his rock-hard
shaft and ran into my throat. My own release shook me, and I reached 
down to dig my fingers into my spasming pussy as I came with the first
taste of his semen. I pulled back once again to allow the head of
his spurting cock a cushion on my tongue...all the better to savor
his offering while it shot from the slit at the tip. Wave after
wave of ecstasy wracked my body with each thick load deposited on
my quivering tongue. I swallowed him down hungrily, and sucked 
as his pulses began to dwindle, trying to siphon every last drop from
his balls. He hips dropped to the hay and he sobbed in a great
breath as I let his spent shaft ease from between my lips.
	He murmured something, and was fast asleep in the darkness
in a matter of moments.
	That familiar chuffing sound made me look over my shoulder,
and the demon stood there in a red glow, rocking back and forth on his 
cloven hooves, half-hard penis swaying, obscenely. He rasped, "Excellent
job in under ten minutes. I won't be surprised if you rise in rank
quickly. Of course, you'll need new victims soon." 
	I licked my lips, like a cat after a bowl of milk. I looked
down at my uncle's sleeping form, but he did not stir. The demon
said, "He will not wake while I am here."
	I settled back on the hay, and said, sarcastically, "What
part of my body will you violate tonight for payment?"
	He smirked, as much as he might, while his glowing red
eyes flashed dangerously at me.  His great dark
cock twitched lecherously as he said, "I do not desire to fuck you
any more. I have taken and consecrated all your holes...your charm
has faded with the loss of your mortality. I much prefer virgins 
and mortal women. In fact, I want you to go and get your cousins
and bring them here, to me."
	I stared at the demon as he stood, flickering in balefire. 
"My cousins? You can't be serious."
	"Oh, I only want to fuck the eldest. That will be my price,
tonight. The youngest we shall keep a virgin, which we shall use
for our own purposes, which you will see, later."
	I stood, and said, "What should I do, wake them and tell them 
to follow me, a demon wants to rape them? Why don't you fetch 
them yourself?"
	The demon's backhand across my face took me by surprise and
the pain immediately flowered bright in my eyesight. He
hissed, "First of all, bitch, respect me, for you are not that important
that I could not father another cunt like you tonight. I do it all
the time. Secondly, your uncle's house has been consecrated with
holy water by your damnable uncle the priest, not to mention the 
crucifixes hanging within. I could no more enter that home than 
you could walk into a bonfire."
	I touched at my cheek, gingerly, to test the pain. I said, 
"Then why am I able to live there if it is consecrated? Am I not
half demon?"
	The demon said, "Succubi are half-mortal and the weakest of
the demons, but are also immune to holy wards. Such things will have
no effect on you." I noticed the  demon's dark claws held a small 
silvery vial. He handed it to me. "Take this, open it, and press 
it to the lips of each of the girls while they sleep, so the opening
is near their nose. Do this for the count of fifteen, then lead them 
to me, here, by taking their hands and pulling them this way. They 
will respond, and once they are out of the house, I will be 
able to control them."
	I left the barn, and in the darkened bedroom, I took his
instruction and was able to walk my cousins through the hall and
out the scullery door towards the stables. When we reached the
stables, my cousins themselves climbed the ladder inside without my 
prompting. I assumed the demon had entered their dreams and
was now able to control their movements.
	I reached the top. The youngest cousin lay in the hay
and slept on, while the demon stood looking over Celia who stood,
sleeping and swaying, before him. He said to me, "Undress her."
	I untied the neck of Celia's nightgown, and let it fall,
while her peaceful, sleeping face bore no fear or acknowledgement
of her nudity. She had round mounds on her chest, with puffy pink
nipples, and a lightly haired pussy between her thin legs. The demon 
grunted in pleasure, and his cock rose and lurched thickly, dribbles
of precum plopping into the hay beneath him. "She is a sweet little
morsel. Should I leave her with child?" He looked over at
me with a dangerous glow in his eyes. "Any more disrespect from 
you tonight, whore, and your replacement starts in her belly,
tonight."
	I said nothing, but must have looked disapproving, for he
just picked up Celia in his strong arms, and placed her in the hay,
face down, so her ass jutted up to the ceiling. The demon crouched
there, and said, "Come here, and witness the lovely job I shall do
for this pure child."
	I had no particular remorse for being the agent of Celia's
agony, for I really did dislike the silly cow, but I disapproved
of the dangerous position this would put me in, if we were discovered.
I watched, none too close by, as he push and thrust at her resistant
pussy, trying to slide that thick cock up inside her tender virginity.
>From the hay below, Celia gasped and wailed a soft moan as the 
resistance gave way and the first three inches of his cock bolted
within her cunt. The demon growled happily, and gripped her
hips tightly, starting to fuck her in earnest. He leaned over 
to whisper horrible obscenities to the unconscious girl, leaving
her to moan as if she was experiencing a terrifying nightmare. 
I went over to sit next to my uncle while the demon had his way
with Celia. I leaned over, and licked at his sleep-stiffened cock.
It twitched under my tongue, encouraging me.
	I placed my uncle's cockhead in my mouth while the demon continued
fucking the softly moaning, sleeping girl beneath him. The shaft
between my lips slowly engorged to a full erection, and I lay my
cheek on his belly, simply suckling at him like a feeding baby.
	It was then that the demon lifted the girl while still impaled
on his cock, and walked over to where my uncle lay. He lifted the 
limp girl from his cock, which throbbed obscenely in the air while
he nudged me away from my uncle. "She shall have a dose of her father's
juices...yes, that should be most amusing, while I take her ass.
Or perhaps, if you are quick enough, that cum will not go to waste,
and you will be able to catch it from his cock as he squirts."
	I moved aside, furious, but unwilling to risk my own demise
with my temper. The demon placed the girl's legs
on either side of my uncle's hips, facing him. He said to me,
"Put him inside her." I reached down, gave that beautiful cock 
a squeeze, and slid the sleeping man's cock up inside his 
daughter's pussy. The demon pushed me aside and he
slid behind her, bending her forward so that he could begin butting
the slick head of his cock against her tender asshole. It was
not long before it began to slide within, while she groaned in 
sleeping pain. I watched carefully as several inches of the demon's 
thick cock managed to penetrate my cousin's ass before he was forced 
to withdraw and push in again, slowly. Soon he was fucking her ass
in earnest, and I watched as my uncle's cock, nearly hidden
beneath them, slid in and out of his daughter's cunt as she
was bounced back and forth by the demon. My mouth was watering at
the thought of another hot load squirting over my tongue. 
His soft groans beneath her told me he was enjoying it, and I 
worried that he would cum inside her, and not in my mouth. 
	My fears were confirmed as I heard a familiar gasp, as my
uncle's hips thrust upward and quivered there to dump his
load into Celia's pussy. The demon stopped then, and laughed, his
cock still imbedded in her poor ass. He said, "Oh, it seems that
another day's respite will be cut short, unless you wish to come
here and suck out your dinner from her little cunt while I finish
off her ass."
	I balked at the thought, but the hot scent of semen wafted 
up to me as I stood nearby. The demon lifted her off my uncle and held 
her back to his chest, holding her in place while his hips sawed back
and forth. He took hold under her thighs, holding her so her legs
were spread wide and open. A healthy load of my uncle's semen gleamed
dimly in her pussy, in the balefire light surrounding the demon. She
continued to whimper in her sleep as that large cock insistently 
possessed her ass. I bent over, scenting that cum, and began to lick
at her cunt delicately, lapping up the delicious stuff that oozed out
of her cunt. I tasted Celia's pussy juice mixed with the rich, 
delicious deposit I scooped up with my tongue.
	My tingling clit flared up and began twitching in small, soothing
orgasms as I lapped. Finally I pressed my lips against my cousin's
vagina to suck out the rest of the cum that was being forced from her 
hole by the repeated thrusts of the demon's cock in her ass. The demon,
apparently
reveling in my debasement, and clearly now excited, pushed me away and
began
fucking Celia in wicked earnest, jouncing her up and down his impaling
cock like a rag doll, where she flopped and quivered each time
it sunk home to the root.
	With a roar, the demon began filling Celia's ass with cum.
Squirts and dribbles of his seed leaked out of her ass as he continued
humping into her,  and plopped to the hay below. He released a huge, 
undoubtedly scalding load high up inside her slender body. 
She let out a soft squeal that made me doubt she was sleeping,
 but from her limp posture, I was convinced she still was.
	He lifted her off his cock like he had me, the night before,
and threw her into the hay near my still-sleeping uncle. He motioned
to me, and said, "Lick me clean." as he presented his cock to me.
	I stared down at his cum-slickened cock, and was revolted at 
the idea. He growled, and grabbed a handful of my hair. "Do not forget
who is aiding who, here. Undoubtedly, your accursed priest-uncle
will be visiting this household soon. Only I know how you may try to
hide your nature from his inner senses, so if I were you, I would 
gladly lick that cock, unless you would rather chance being 
burned alive at the stake, assuming you could survive the
wait in prison, without a cock to suck."
	I did as he commanded, though it revolted me. He smirked
as he watched me lick him clean of demon-cum and worse things. 
I spat into the hay, and stood up. My anger was a cold, seething
thing. Twice tonight he had aided in my debasement; I was of a temper
but I kept my voice in control. I said, "Give me now the secret,
so we might end this filthy tryst."
	The demon motioned to Camella, who was still innocently asleep
near the ladder to the hayloft. He said, "Smear the pussy juice of
that virgin, over the pentagram inscribing your cunt. It shall serve
to mask you from those who might sense what you truly are. It is 
the best defense, and nearly the only defense, that magic can offer
you. But it must always be the juices of a virgin. It will effectively
mask your taint for a full day." 
	I asked, "How do I collect her juice? While she is asleep?"
	The demon said, "You must excite her, but be careful not to
damage her hymen. Use that silver vial I gave you to drug them 
into sleep before you attempt it."
	I had other questions. "I was unable to orgasm today, like
I could before. With my fingers. Am I doomed to orgasm just when I 
suckle? And can I take a man's cock up inside my pussy and seek
relief that way?"	
	The demon smirked. "You gave up your humanity when I took
your virginity and consecrated your cunt to the Dark Lord. You
will only be able to orgasm when you take semen, either in
your cunt or ass or mouth." With that, he motioned to the sleeping
girls. "Bring them back to your room. When you return, your uncle
will start to waken."
	I let the two sleep-charmed girls down the ladder first, and
then looked up at the sound of the demon's chuffing laugh. "Oh, one
more thing," he said, in a gratingly mocking voice. "There is only
one other way you could have an orgasm...and that is from me."
	I swallowed my resentment. I led them down the ladder and 
was able to put them in their bedroom without incident. But before
returning, I cleaned Celia up as best I could. I could not resist,
 and gave her poor over-used cunt a final suck, to lick out the last 
traces of her father's delicious cum. The next morning would be
interesting, I thought, when the foolish girl awoke with a sore 
ass and cunt.
	Returning to the stables,  I found the demon gone. My uncle began
stirring, and I touched his brow. He sat up suddenly, saw it was still
dark, and said, "How long have I been asleep?" 
	I soothingly said, "Only a small while. But perhaps you
 should return to the house, if you are so tired."
	He groaned and dressed, kissed me quickly on the lips, and
said, "Tomorrow night, perhaps, here. I will wait for you at midnight."
	I fondled his crotch lightly with my fingers, almost longing
for yet another dose of his delicious cum, but instead I whispered, 
"Tomorrow night." With that, he was down the ladder and heading 
for the house. I followed soon after, and slept the sleep of the 
peaceful.


Next time: A priest comes to visit, and things happen.

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