My Demon Succubus - Pt. 05

Luke meets Kate who turns out to be very naughty.

PART 5

The following day I woke up at dawn, fully refreshed. In fact, better than fully refreshed -- I felt the best I'd felt in years.

"So you're awake," Luka piped up, "it gets so lonely in here with minimal consciousness. Just a big old empty space."

"So what are we doing today," I asked conversationally, "saving the world?"

"Hmm... you know when my last host got cheeky it ended up bad for them."

How," I asked, "Like bad, bad?"

"Well, terminal I guess."

"What the fuck?" I said.

"No, just kidding. That only happened to Anthony and Cleopatra. Well, technically Cleopatra. My last host died in his sleep. A nice peaceful death. Nothing to worry about. Truly, nothing going on there at all."

"That was you?" I asked, not quite believing my ears, "about Anthony and Cleopatra I mean."

"Erm... well yes. The greatest lover of all time. The greatest demon succubus of all time. Der, see the connection?"

"And you killed her?"

I felt a chill run down my spine.

"Well more of an accident, but that's all water under the bridge. I was young back then, impetuous and Cleo, well, she wasn't the brightest spark. I got bored, and she got jealous, and we had a bit of a falling out, so one thing led to the next. Cheeky little asp to the rescue. Yay, go asp!"

She giggled nervously.

I fell silent digesting this new bit of information. At least she'd had the good grace to feel guilty about it.

"Well, I best get back to work," I said.

"No, no work for you today. I need you to train."

"Erm do you not think Miss Johnson won't still fire my ass if I don't show up for work?"

"I'll deal with her, you pick up the phone."

I dialled her number and a sleepy voice said, "Yes, Miss Johnson here, who is this?"

Luka immediately chimed up and said, "Oh I'm sorry Miss Johnson, it's Luke here, and I won't be in work today. I think yesterday must have quite tired me out and I have a bit of a cold. Best play it safe yes?"

She spoke, or I spoke with her words as if she fully expected to be obeyed. A subtle power resonated when she spoke and I found Miss Johnson agreeing, even making excuses for me.

"Oh yes, you poor dear, we can't have you being ill. You more than deserve a day or two off... and when you come back, perhaps we can have another...erm... how should I put it, chat?"

"I think that might be possible Miss Johnson. Now you be good. Goodbye."

I put the phone down.

It was as easy as that. In more than 10 years I had never taken a sicky.

"So let's go for a walk," Luka said.

The winter sun hardly warmed the air and the fog still lay low over the fields. The birds though were chattering in the hedgerows and a vast flock of crows took flight from their overnight roost as I approached.

"So Luke we need to start training you."

"We do?" I asked. "Why?"

"Cheeky," Luka said, "I ask the questions, but since you asked so cutely I'll tell you. It's because we need to feed our appetite."

"Our appetite? Is this part of the small print you never told me about?"

Luka went silent for a moment and then chirped up, "Do you not know what a succubus is?"

"Well I never really considered it," I replied meekly.

"Ok, this is like explaining the bees and the birds to a child. A succubus is a demon that seduces men. Have you never thought why we do that?"

"Erm... it was never been a big topic of conversation in my household," I said, "You know, being a human and all."

"Well, it's no problem sweety, it's just that we have certain appetites that we need to fill, otherwise we become weak."

"Is that the royal we, or are you referring to me too?"

"You too, dear."

There was an awkward silence before Luka continued.

"So we need to teach you the sublte art of the trade, so to speak. Now on the positive side, you wouldn't believe how many lonely women are looking for a man with the right...how do I put this...qualities?"

"And I'm that man?" I asked suspiciously.

"Well not quite yet dearie, but we can work on that, but let's not let that put us off. So as I was saying, there are a lot of lonely women looking for someone like you, and as it happens I know where they all live. Now isn't that a coincidence? A demon lover knowing where all the sex-starved women are -- who would have believed it? Of course, we can't be too choosy when we start off -- we have to work with the material we've been given, but from small acorns, mighty oak trees grow."

"I can't say you're filling me with confidence," I replied glumly.

"Oh don't worry lovey, leave it all up to me."

We carried on walking past rows of terraced houses until we entered a narrow lane with a thatched cottage at the end. The garden was well kept although little was growing at this time of year.

"You know," she said as we were walking along the lanes, "you're like an old shoe."

"I am?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Yes," she replied brightly, "like an old shoe, familiar, comfortable and with a little polishing, quite good looking. What is a girl to do?" She giggled.

"And it's your job to boost my confidence, right?" I asked.

"Awww, what is the little human to do," she said in a baby voice, "cute little human."

Luka proceeded to tease me until unexpectedly she said, "Turn down here."

It was a little dirt track that I hadn't noticed before. It ended in a cul-de-sac lined by terraced cottages. I made my way along the lane until I stood outside the front gate of one of the houses.

"Well, knock on the door," Luka said.

"What?" I asked, "Just walk up to a stranger's house and knock on the door?"

"Yes," she said. "What else are you going to do?"

"If you get me in trouble then we're going to have words," I complained.

I rapped on the door and a few moments later I heard the soft shuffle of footsteps and the door cracked open.

A pleasant-looking lady in her mid-fifties looked up at me.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm sorry," I said, or rather, Luka said, "but I seemed to have lost my way and I was wondering if you could spare a glass of water?"

My words resonated with a sultry baritone that my normal higher-pitched reedy voice lacked. She hid behind the door and then it opened.

"Come in."

She showed me through to the kitchen which was in some need of redecorating.

Eyeing me she said, "This place is in need of a man."

She fetched a glass and filled it with water. I took it gratefully realising that I was indeed thirsty.

"Thank you," I said, "I don't know what I would have done."

"Do you want a cup of tea? My name is Kate by the way."

"Charmed to meet you," I replied, "my name is Luke."

She got up and put the kettle on. I could see that despite her age, she was a fit woman with an hourglass figure, wide hips and a peachy ass.

"She's the best I could get given the tools we have," my inner Luka said.

"I'm not complaining," I replied.

"What was that dear?" Kate asked.

"Oh just talking to myself," I said, thinking quickly.

Hmm, I needed to watch that -- Luka could speak to me in my mind but I couldn't speak to her like that?

"So I've seen you around the town," I said conversationally. As I spoke images of Kate flashed in my mind -- at the butcher's shop, the post office and even once at the church. Forgotten memories of her passing me as she walked her dog surfaced. Where had these recollections come from -- had Luka dredged them up?

"Oh, you remember me? I didn't think you had noticed."

"I wouldn't forget a good looking woman like you," I said cheekily.

Kate's cheeks flushed red and she changed the conversation. We chatted as English people do about the weather, the government and the loss of moral values. A half an hour later she was visibly relaxed.

"Look inside her Luke," Luka said. "Feel her."

"Pardon," I whispered as Kate flitted about the kitchen.

"You can look into her mind if you concentrate," Luka replied.

Curious, I gazed into Kate's eyes -- the gateway to the soul. I noticed that they were brown to match her greying auburn hair and as I concentrated I could see questions swirling beneath the surface. It struck me that I had never seen them before and the more I concentrated the more they congealed into coherent words.

Who is this man? Why has he shown up at my door? Why am I attracted to him? Why are my nether regions tingling? Oh my God, are my nipples getting hard? The latter two thoughts she tried to banish from her mind but I felt them bubble back up to the surface. I could even hear her heartbeat and shallow breath. As if trying to prolong the conversation she asked if I wanted another cup of tea.

"That would be lovely," I said.

"Let's take it in the living room," she suggested.

The living room was a typical oak beamed affair with a low ceiling and a single small wooden framed window that overlooked the garden. The winter gloom hardly illuminated it at all, so dark shadows gathered in the corners that created a somewhat intimate setting. She sat down on a leather two-seater couch and I sat next to her, my leg brushing up against hers.

"Did you feel that?" Luka asked me. "A little squirt of excitement as you touched her leg."

If it hadn't been for Luka's warning, I would never have seen the subtle intake of breath and flush of her cheeks before it was gone.

"You know Kate, I didn't just knock on your door by accident."

"Oh," she said, a hint of suspicion and alarm in her voice.

"I've wanted to talk to you for some time but I felt a bit shy about it. It seems silly now that I've actually met you, but I didn't want to just approach you out of the blue."

"But now you turn up at my door," she said with a hint of curiosity. "So why did you feel so shy?"

"Well I have to be honest, and please don't take this as a cheap pickup line, but I find you rather attractive," I said. "I didn't want to spook you. A woman can tell when a man is coming on to them and I didn't want to be that man."

As I spoke she took my hand and I felt my penis begin to swell to be replaced a few moments later by a distinct tightness in my pants.

Kate as if sensing my arousal said, "Well you should have said, I could only have said 'no'. To tell the truth, after Malcolm, my late husband, died I've been so lonely. It would have been nice to have had a male friend, but I can't believe a young man like you could be interested in someone like me, not at my age."

"Don't be silly Kate, you're still a young woman, and I can assure you, you're still very attractive."

She glanced down at my swelling crotch and as if satisfied that I was telling the truth she said, "Oh do you think so?"

"I do, I bet beneath that cardigan there's a fine figure of a woman. A man can tell."

Her cheeks reddened ad she paused to think. Coming to a decision she stood up.

"Well it is rather stuffy in here," she said unbuttoning her thick woolly cardigan and doing a little twirl. She wore a frilly white blouse and I noticed that she had good-sized boobs.

"See, not too bad eh?" Luka chuckled to me.

"You look great Kate," I beamed.

She smiled in relief, happy that I approved and glanced down again at my crotch. I stared down at it too as it had formed a distinct tent.

"Is that because of me," she whispered, slight alarm in her voice again.

"Yes," I said.

She paused for a moment before saying, "I didn't think I could do that to a man anymore."

"Do you want to see it," I asked gently.

Indecision and anxiety furrowed her forehead.

"Oh I don't know if that's proper," she said awkwardly.

"Let me see if I can calm her down a little," Luka whispered.

A moment later Kate's smile returned and she sat down.

"But yes if you don't mind," she eventually replied in a soft voice.

I undid my fly and eased my boxers open. I sprang out full and throbbing with a glistening purple head.

"Oh my," Kate remarked, "it's quite a nice one."

I looked down and gulped. My penis had grown again. It was now at least two inches wide at the base and whilst still lacking something in length, it was no longer a thing of pity.

"Do you want to touch it?" I asked gently.

"You don't mind?" she replied hesitantly.

"No."

She reached out a trembling hand and grasped its thick shank. Her little hand couldn't fully wrap around my girth.

"Oh it's so wide," she marvelled.

She ran her hands up and down its length and then looked me in the eyes as if asking permission.

"Go on," I coaxed.

Tentatively she knelt between my legs and began to fondle my member. She wrapped both hands around my shaft and began to explore its length.

"Oh it's lovely," she said between little ragged breaths.

More confidently now she began to stroke it before cupping my balls in her hands. They were still a disappointment, and I wasn't surprised when she quickly lost interest in them preferring to focus on my inflamed member.

"We'll have to work on those later," Luka interjected. "But I think I've done a good job so far, wouldn't you agree?"

I didn't answer not quite knowing how I felt about having a voyeur in my head.

Kate unbuttoned my belt to get a better view of my throbbing gland and as I stood up, my trousers slipped down around my ankles. With a twinkle in her eye, she expertly removed my boxers whilst kneading my swollen staff.

"This is unexpected," she chirruped conversationally. "If someone had asked me what I would be doing today I would never have said this."

She sat back on her haunches admiring her handiwork. My manhood looked enormous although in truth any penis up until now had looked enormous compared to mine. She took it in her hands again and gave it an experimental lick.

"Salty," she said looking up with a mischievous grin.

She tried to take it in her mouth but struggled with the girth and she ended up gagging.

"Oh dear," she said apologetically, I don't think I've sucked anything this big before. It's really quite a challenge."

I took her hands and pulled her up pressing my wet rod into her belly. I kissed her on the lips and she opened her mouth to receive my tongue.

She gasped as my hands slipped down to her buttocks pulling down her skirt and panties.

"Oh my," she said. "What clever hands you have. A clever cock and clever hands, who would have thought?"

I fondled her bottom which was pert and smooth.

"I've never really considered penis size before," she continued chattily gulping between little pants, "but now I come to think about it, a large one does present challenges that a smaller one inherently doesn't."

Her breath now was ragged and coarse. My hand moved up to her left breast, and I slipped it beneath her blouse. Her soft nipple immediately stood to attention. My other hand searched for her slit as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"All the penises I've had before have been of average size, although, I'm probably not a good judge since I got married quite young."

I pulled her panties down to her thighs and pushed her onto the couch.

"Oh," she yelped as she landed on the two-seater.

I hoiked her legs up and spread them over my shoulders.

"Oh my," she murmured, "this is really going to happen."

I began to systematically undress her, first unbuttoning her blouse. She lay there silently, hardly breathing. She reached around behind and unclipped her bra causing her tits to tumble out. They were milky white like the rest of her skin but magnificently proportioned with pert pink nipples that pointed up to her face.

"They've always been my best asset," she whispered, catching my eye.

Each nipple was ringed with a delicate pink areola and I took them in my mouth. For the first time, she moaned audibly. I circled each one with my tongue before letting it slide down over her tummy.

Oh God," she moaned, "Is this really happening?"

She pulled my head down and groaned in pleasure.

"This is exquisite," she said. "Who would have thought it at my age."

My tongue and lips softly caressed her skin. I finally fully removed her panties and she moaned softly in anticipation. Her cunt was unshaven, glistening wet with flaxen hair. Her face looked nervous for a moment as I inspected it but it was soon replaced by hunger and desperation when I went down on her pink sex.

"Dear God," she said, "I don't think I've ever wanted to be fucked so much in my whole life."

I played with her clitoris, teasing her and she desperately bucked beneath me. Her pussy smelt of her musk and oozed a clear gelatinous fluid down her thighs.

"I need you inside me," she whimpered.

"Good things come to those who wait," I teased and she groaned in frustration.

My hands slid up her legs and she lifted her ass to let me fondle her backside. I experimentally pulled her cheeks apart before burying my face in her sex again. She ran her hands through my hair cooing with satisfaction.

"Oh my God," she said.

"You can fuck me however you want."

My tongue played with her clitoris and she writhed and moaned forcing my head deeper into her wet cunt. Tiring from the cramped position, I pulled her forward and her legs back over her head which she obliged by grabbing her knees to maintain the position.

"Bury it in me," she cried out, desperation in her voice. "I can't bear it anymore."

"All good things," I teased again.

"Oh God, I don't know how long I can last."

Her cunt and purse-string anus were at eye level. I couldn't help but work my little finger into her anus and she cried out in shock and surprise but, unashamed, she quickly pulled her legs back even further to offer encouragement. She eyed my cock hungrily but I doubted whether I could squeeze it up her ass so I redoubled my efforts on her vagina.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," I announced.

"Oh thank God," she moaned.

"I want you inside me now."

I positioned the head of my cock against her vulva and she eagerly reached down to guide me in.

"Fuck me," she screamed.

"Fuck me like a whore."

I pushed against her cunt lips and watched them stretch around my Johnson. For the first time in my life, I met resistance as I tried to enter a woman.

"God what if it's too wide," she cried out. "I want you to ram it right up me."

I pushed again and my head slipped in an inch. Kate moaned and I thrust again until I was buried hilt deep. She felt warm and moist against my glans and as I began to pump she writhed and twisted under me, pushing her arse upwards and forwards to meet my lunges.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned without any sense of modesty. "I want to feel every inch of it."

I obliged by ramming down hard and I felt her shudder. Her vagina gripped my penis, contracting spasmodically and her body stiffened.

"I'm coming," she announced triumphantly. "Fuck me."

I carried on with my work and her body went rigid and squirts of fluid issued from her vagina.

A moment later she was done and I withdrew. She collapsed sliding off the couch and lay face down gasping for breath with tears of joy running down her eyes. I knelt on top of her and kissed her neck.

"The best fuck of my life," she said matter of factly. "The best one ever."

An idea came to my mind and I started rubbing the tip of my todger along her butt crack.

"Oh I like that," she announced, "so naughty but so nice."

Not needing any more encouragement, I rubbed my finger around her anus and cheekily inserted it up to the first knuckle. She glanced up surprised and then smiled arching her back to give me better access to her bottom. I inserted another finger, a third and then a fourth without any problem before she reached out behind her and grabbed my engorged cock. I removed my hand and dextrously she positioned the tip of my penis against her open backside.

"Push now," she instructed.

Her purse-string anus resisted and she grunted, pulling her arse cheeks apart. She was clearly a woman who once her mind was set on an idea, she would not give up.