Deceive Me Not

I frowned at her. "Wha--what? Why? I'm about to explode, Goddammit. And it's not like I can't come again later."

"Just don't. Please, Josh." Kyra whimpered in anticipation of her own building release. "Trust me. Just don't come yet."

I couldn't believe what she was asking. I needed to come. Hell, I had to come. It felt like my balls were ready to burst from my skin. I wanted to scream at Kyra, tell her to fuck off, but I tried to hold back. Maybe she had an idea of how to make things hotter, though such a thing didn't seem possible.

I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood; reached down and squeezed my balls until pain erupted in my gut. Shit--no good. I could feel my cock starting to jerk. There was no way I could stop it. Even if I pulled out of Brie, I'd still come.

Brie was screaming and moaning loud enough to be heard for miles. I hoped none of the neighbors called the cops about the noise. It probably sounded like some horrific crime was being perpetrated, like someone was committing bloody murder. Kyra was screaming, too, lost in the swirling vortex of pleasure the three of us had created.

I desperately wanted to halt my impending orgasm but knew I was about to fail miserably. My balls were spasming with the need to be emptied as random spurts of pre-come pulsed from my cock.

Fuck it, I thought. Can't stop.

I squeezed my eyes tight and growled like an animal, pumping in and out of Brie's ass as fast and hard as I could. Her screams pierced the air around us, making every hair on my body stand on end.

As the first glorious stream of come blasted from my cock, Kyra bit me on the chest. It wasn't a little nip or scrape of the teeth but a bite that pierced skin. I can't remember if I said anything, but I know I yelled out at the sudden pain. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tried pulling her off me but she held on with a determined vengeance, licking and suckling at the wound. I put my hand on her shoulder, prepared to shove with all my strength, when the painful sensation transitioned to one of pleasure. Shivers began racing up and down my spine as she drew rhythmically on the blood leaking from the wound. After a while I realized I hadn't finished ejaculating.

Kyra leaned away from me. She ran her tongue over her blood-slick lips. I looked down at the pierced flesh above my right nipple and winced at the two semi-circles of teeth marks oozing blood. It wasn't a particularly nasty bite, but it had started burning as soon as Kyra removed her lips.

Kyra threw her head back, whipping her long black hair from her face. "I'm sorry, Josh. But I wanted to stop you from coming."

"But why?" I panted. "Like I said, I can come again later."

Kyra shook her head. "You're wearing out, baby. We all are. Pretty soon we'll pass out from exhaustion." She smiled in such a way that my balls started throbbing again. "I want your last hot load all to myself."

I shook my head in disbelief, trying to get past the fact that Kyra had bitten me hard enough to draw blood. Even weirder was the memory of how the initial shock of pain had faded, supplanted by intense, agonizing pleasure. The erotic feel of her sucking my broken flesh had been both frightening and thrilling.

Kyra lifted a leg and moved to the side. Brie's eyes were closed and she was lying perfectly still. "Oh, shit!" I yelled, a sudden surge of panic blooming in my gut. I pulled out of Brie's ass and quickly moved to her head. "Brie, Brie!" She didn't move. I leaned down and put my cheek against her lips. "Thank God," I breathed, grateful for the feel of her breath and sight of her chest rising and falling rhythmically.

"She's fine, Josh," Kyra assured me.

"She's fucking unconscious!"

Kyra grinned in amusement. "She's fine, trust me. She just fainted. Though not common, women can pass out from extreme pleasure." Kyra stroked Brie's cheek. "She's asleep. She'll wake up later feeling better than she's ever felt. Completely satisfied."

Kyra smiled lasciviously as she reached across Brie and wrapped her long fingers around my erection. "Looks like it's just you and me, stud."

I was confused. Not by what Kyra was suggesting--I knew perfectly well what she meant. But I wasn't sure if it would be alright with Brie. Would she care if I had sex with Kyra without her? Would she be mad that we kept going after she fainted? I didn't think she would, but there was no way to be certain. Not without asking her, anyways, and that wasn't going to happen. Brie was out cold, sleeping contentedly, a lazy grin pulling at the corners of her mouth.

I was about to share my concerns when Kyra leaned down and swallowed my cock whole. Down, down she went, not stopping until it kissed the back of her throat. She held it there for a few seconds, running her tongue along the underside as she massaged my balls with her free hand. I moaned, a deep, rumbling sound when she drew back slowly, until only the head was in her mouth, before plunging back down, taking every inch I had to give.

Kyra continued working my cock and balls until the need for release had returned. As if she sensed my pending orgasm, she pulled back and breathed, "Sit on the couch."

I didn't say a word, just stood and did as commanded.

Stroking myself, I waited for Kyra to join me. She was tending to Brie, putting a throw pillow under her head and covering her with a thin blanket. I couldn't help but find her actions extremely endearing.

After assuring Brie's comfort, Kyra knelt between my legs and began licking and sucking my painful erection, long, hard pulls that teetered precariously between pleasure and pain. Then she placed the straining flesh between her sweat-slick breasts and used both hands to rub the massive mounds up and down its slippery length. When the head of my cock started to flare, she asked, "You ready?" I had no idea what she was planning but replied, "Hell yes."

Kyra stood and placed her hands on my shoulders, guiding me down until I was stretched along the length of the couch. As she straddled me in a reverse cowgirl, I positioned myself at the entrance of her pussy. Looking over her shoulder, Kyra smiled and said, "Unh, unh" before grabbing my cock and shoving it into her asshole.

I arched my back and rasped, "Fuuuuuuck."

God, it was so tight and hot and slippery.

I stared at Kyra's big round butt cheeks as she began pumping up and down, slow, protracted strokes that sent me careening towards orgasm. But I couldn't come--not yet. Our night together was almost over. I had to enjoy this as long as possible. She could bite me again, I thought, shuddering at the memory, the feeling of her teeth breaking skin, her lips suckling torn flesh . . .

Kyra rocked her hips back and forth, making her plush ass move in a mesmerizing, undulating rhythm. Without thinking, I reached up and brought my open hand down on her right cheek. The resounding smack of flesh on flesh was followed by an erotic scream from Kyra. She started moving faster, pushing down as she moved back so my cock delved deeper into her ass. I took this as approval of my action and smacked her again. She screamed, louder this time, then snarled, "Oh, yeah, baby. Spank my ass; spank it hard. I've been so bad, so very bad." I kindly obliged, paddling her butt cheeks until they were covered with red handprints.

Kyra's elbow started moving in tight circles. Though I couldn't see her hand, I knew she was massaging her clit. I wanted her to turn around so I could watch while I played with her gorgeous tits. But before I could voice my desires, she reached over and plucked the vibrator off the coffee table. I heard a tiny "click" followed by a steady "hum." Kyra looked over her shoulder, flashed me another wicked smile, and inserted the sex toy into her pussy.

"Holy fuck!"

I jerked rigid like I'd been shocked. I'd known what she was going to do, but nothing could've prepared me for the fiery waves of pleasure that erupted and soared across every inch of my sensitized flesh. The added pressure around my cock was intense and sinfully exquisite. I felt like I'd been locked in Kyra's ass and couldn't pull out if I wanted to.

The only thing that kept me from exploding right then and there was curiosity. Kyra had told me not to come earlier, had even bit me to keep me from triggering. So what did she have planned? Why had she made me wait?

As if in answer to these questions, Kyra suddenly withdrew the vibrator from her pussy. "Nooo," I groaned. But my regret quickly turned to shock when she plucked the lubricant from the coffee table, squeezed a healthy amount onto her finger, and began spreading it over and around my asshole.

I'd seen men get fucked in porn movies plenty of times with vibrators, dildos, strap-ons, and Ben Wa balls. Supposedly, it could make a man ejaculate like a fire hose by stimulating his prostate gland. However, I'd never considered having it done to myself. Not that I wasn't up for trying new things, but some inner instinct had my butt cheeks clinching in protest.

Kyra spoke in low soothing tones. "It's okay, baby. Just relax. Trust me--you'll love this."

I seriously doubted it, but I worried how my refusal would affect her. I didn't want to make her mad. This had been the most amazing night of my life, and I couldn't bear the thought of it ending on a sour note.

Aw, fuck.

I forced my butt cheeks to relax. Kyra began pushing gently. I felt the tapered head of the vibrator work past my protesting sphincter. The pressure that raced from my ass to stomach was intense, but I managed to relax enough for her to keep going.

I knew the toy was about seven inches long and hoped she didn't plan on putting it all the way in. The pain was intense, but I did sense an undercurrent of pleasure, a slight tingling sensation just beneath the surface that thrummed along my cock and balls. It also felt as though I was expanding, growing impossibly larger, trying to occupy every inch of Kyra's tight ass. I shuddered at the mere thought of my come spilling into that snug vault.

The hand which held the vibrator butted against my balls. Oh, God, I thought, it's all the way in. Then Kyra started working it in and out in slow, shallow strokes. The pleasure that had been waiting so patiently in the background stepped forward, spreading like a shock wave. "Oh, fuck yeah," I growled.

Kyra worked her ass up and down the length of my shaft, raising herself high before dropping back down. I lifted my head and stared at the sight of my shiny cock appearing and disappearing, stretching her asshole impossibly wide.

God, I shouldn't have looked. The sight of my cock tunneling into Kyra was too much. After a few seconds, I felt myself start to trigger.

Shit! my mind screamed. Not yet.

I raised my hand and pressed a fingernail against the bite Kyra had given me earlier. It burned and started bleeding again, but I didn't care. I just needed something to help me hold off a little longer, something to allow me to enjoy the otherworldly bliss coursing through every cell of my body.

I regained control but apparently Kyra had lost hers along the way. Her slow milking became desperate until she put her feet under her and began pumping herself up and down furiously. At the same time she started ramming the vibrator in and out of my ass. The pitch of its hum rose and fell in time with the quick motions of her arm.

She didn't tell me not to come, and I wasn't about to ask. But I did manage to stave off my orgasm until Kyra exploded with a scream that sounded like it could've shattered glass. It was inhuman, feral, making the hairs along my arms and neck prickle in response.

I closed my eyes, threw my head back in and howled in anticipation. But just as the head of my cock started to expand, the initial blast mere seconds away, Kyra abruptly stood up.

"What the fuck!" I yelled.

I couldn't believe what she'd done, that she was going to deny me filling her ass with come after what I'd let her do to me. But my indignation crumbled to dust when she knelt down and swallowed my cock to the hilt, somehow managing to keep the vibrator in my ass as she'd gotten up and turned around.

Kyra turned her head, just enough for me to see her eyes past the thick fall of hair that hid most of her face. They were completely black, as if they'd dilated beyond possibility until all that remained were dark pupils. She looked wild, crazed, like a predator starving for a meal. But God she looked sexy, too. Her cheeks were brightly flushed and her lips seemed to have swollen beyond their usual plumpness. She was taking the entire length of my erection into her mouth and down her throat without so much as a cough.

My orgasm ripped through my entire body. I felt it everywhere: cock, balls, arms, legs, feet . . . No nerve ending was left untouched by the unbelievable pleasure that coursed through me. Though I can't be sure exactly how long it lasted, my orgasm seemed to stretch on and on. Blast after blast of hot cream exploded into Kyra's eager mouth as she continued to suck it and fuck my ass with the vibrator. I could hear her swallowing over my own groans and moans of ecstasy.

Finally it stopped, a slow fading like a light being dimmed. I felt the vibrator slip from my ass as Kyra released my cock. It was finally soft. Kyra kissed it from head to base before sucking gently on my dangling balls.

I tried to speak but all I could manage was unintelligible sounds, garbled, like my tongue had swollen tenfold. Kyra walked around the coffee table and knelt at my head. Her eyes looked normal again. I wondered if I'd imagined how they'd looked before, like two impossibly large black marbles.

She leaned down and kissed me ever so gently. Her rough tongue slid along my lips, making me moan with delight. God what I wouldn't do for this woman; for the pleasures she'd given me and Brie. All the money in the world couldn't repay my gratitude. A twinge of sadness plucked my heartstrings at the thought of her leaving in the morning.

"Rest, Josh," she whispered. "You need to rest and regain your strength."

Kyra gave my lips a parting kiss before standing. She pulled the coffee table away from Brie and laid down behind her, snuggling against her back until their bodies melded into one. She kissed Brie's neck then her lips. Brie sighed contentedly but didn't wake up. Finally, Kyra lowered her head onto the pillow and closed her eyes.

I felt as though I'd taken a sedative; my body so relaxed I was barely aware of it. Still, I was struck with the overwhelming urge to watch Brie and Kyra as they slept, like if I allowed myself to drift off I'd wake alone and realize it'd all been a dream. But my eyelids felt like they'd been weighted with lead. Reluctantly, I closed them and allowed darkness to take me.

#

I squinted at the harsh light slipping through my eyelids. I threw an arm across my face, more than willing to be reclaimed by sleep. I shifted my body a bit and felt a twinge of pain in my ass. In a head-spinning rush, the previous night came back to me, memories of exquisite sensations and impossible releases.

I turned my head to the side, away from the slice of sunlight filtering through the narrow opening between the blinds and window frame. I looked down at the floor where Brie was still sleeping. I stared at her mussed chestnut hair, her kiss-swollen lips. She looked peacefully angelic and sinfully sensual at the same time.

A noise from the hallway caught my attention. I grabbed the back of the couch and lifted myself until I could see the front door. Kyra stood there, clothed in the black dress and pumps she'd been wearing the night before.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Kyra quickly raised a long finger to her lips. She smiled at me and for just a moment--a quick flash like a subliminal image inserted into a film--I saw something both wonderful and terrifying. Kyra's flesh was no longer skin but small, tight blue scales. Her hair was still raven black and her face looked the same, but fuller. A pair of leathery wings sprouted from between her shoulder blades and a flexible tail fell from the space above her overly round, curvy ass. She licked her lips with a tongue that was ten inches long if it was an inch. But her appearance didn't strike me as grotesque in the least. In fact it brought back every ounce of lust-filled desire from the night before. My cock stiffened painfully, and I had to force myself not to touch it.

Then, just as quickly, the image was gone, replaced by the Kyra we'd spent so much time with over the last few weeks; the Kyra who'd shared so much pleasure with Brie and I only hours before. She winked before opening the front door and disappearing into the harsh morning light.

I stood up groggily. My legs felt like jelly and my head swam like I was on a tilt-a-whirl. I waited until my bearings returned then walked as quickly as I dared to my study. I moved to the right wall and scanned the books lining the floor to ceiling shelves. After a few moments of searching, I retrieved a book bound in red leather. I had read it a couple times, but it'd been years. Still, it only took a few flips of the pages to find what I needed to see.

My heart beat heavily as I stared at a vividly colored picture. In it a reptilian-looking woman with wings stood upon a pile of skulls; her frightening beauty oozed from the page making my breath catch. Beneath her, scores of naked men lay atop the skulls, their hands stretched toward the creature of their desire in lustful supplication.

I scanned the description beneath the picture, my eyes fixating on particular words and phrases as feelings of dread began racing through my veins:

Succubus . . .

. . . female demon . . .

. . . seductress . . .

. . . sexual intercourse . . .

Collects semen which they give to incubus . . .

. . . impregnates human females . . .

I staggered over to a small couch and collapsed. My heart was racing and sweat poured from by body. I tried to rationalize it all; tried to make sense of the non-sensical. But it the end I couldn't deny what had happened.

Oh, God, I thought. The dreams I'd had . . .

I laughed out loud then choked back a sob. Brie had worried we might be deceiving her. I laughed again, trying to deny the myriad implications of what had happened.

I took deep breathes to keep from hyper-ventilating. When I felt more in control, I raised the book and stared at the picture. The panic and fear coursing through my veins was slowly replaced by painful desire, by feelings of slick folds and earth-shattering orgasms. I couldn't help but imagine myself upon that pile of skulls.

I closed my eyes and prayed that Kyra would never return.

Then I prayed that she would.