Pastor Tom and the Succubus Ch. 01

"I have never experienced anything like you Raven ... you're wonderful!" he told her.

When Raven had left off using his body, she crawled up beside him and moving her mouth close to his, she lightly kissed him. Then laid her head on his chest, as her sharp, deadly nails, toyed with his naval.

Tom was exhausted from the physical exertion, and the emotionally draining, discovery of things heretofore unknown to him.

He closed his eyes, as fatigue transported his consciousness, to the silent fields of peace. Where the slumbering souls of humanity reposed in splendid leisure.

"Sleep well my Lord, I shall watch over thee," Raven whispered softly over him.

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He could hear her moving before he opened his eyes, the room was pleasantly filled with the soft subtle aroma of her musk and vanilla, he knew she sensed he was awake.

"Good morning Master," her sweet seductive voice greeted from across the room.

Tom turned his head to the side to look at her standing there, the floral brocade of her black lace panties shimmering in the morning light. Her full beautifully shaped breasts standing proudly in front of him. Her rich, dark hair, cascading freely about her shoulders, was abundant with its own free rolling romantic waves.

"Awake my Lord, and I shall show you the glory of the day we share, and you will be my Prince in it," the fire danced in her sharp green eyes as she spoke, and she held a secret there.

Tom tried to rise intending to go to her side where she stood, but found that she had securely bound him to the bed, and completely unrobed him.

"What is the meaning of this Raven?" he asked roughly.

"Don't you know by now my Lord, that Love will never harm you," her voice soft with her reply.

Raven leaned over him her lips moving across his cheek, down to his lips where she kissed him lightly. She continued on down his neck, the cool skin of her lips forming goose bumps there as she went.

They paused torturing the flesh of his flat stomach, as she went her hair moved with them adding to the pleasure of his sensations. Her dark hair danced across his cock, as her lips teased the edge of his pelvis, a thousand tiny eruptions of pleasure exploding on his body. He could feel the warmth of her breath against his cock as she spoke.

"Shall I tease it my Lord, then go away and come again to tease once more," she asked, a hint of amusement in those sharp green eyes, as his firmness lay bucking beneath her voice.

He jerked sharply and moaned as just the barest tip of her heat touched the underside of his hard cock, and then she moved her mouth off quickly with a smirk.

"Bitch, you'll pay for this!" he told her vehemently.

She laughed, enjoying her game, and his torment, while her nails danced as light as shadows against his tight bag. Laughing still, she moved her hand and exhaled slowly against his hard stones, causing an acute explosion of sweet sensation in his body.

He could see the rise of her nipples straining against the thin material of her gown, and knew he wasn't affected alone, and for some strange reason he couldn't fathom, it pleased him. Still, she continued her cat and mouse game of torture, against his bound and helpless body.

Her head dropped to his shoulder, and her tongue flicked against his neck, before she kissed him there. She sucked the sensitive flesh into her mouth to lick, and bite, and take her pleasure in its torture.

She lay over him then with her hot crevice a mere inch away from his cock, which could sense the warmth of her gaping entrance, its leaping at her nearness was its unbound expression of joy ... at her presence.

She laughed again, as she lowered her folds to lightly caress the underside of his joyful member, and then tauntingly, moved swiftly away.

"You will beg for that in mere minutes ... my slut!" he growled heavily.

She laughed, her eyes fearless as they beheld his frustration. Swooping down quickly with a single movement, she engulfed him in her mouth. Groaning with the intense ache of his desire, he rolled his hips to meet the lewd thrust of her hot, vicious mouth.

He growled loudly, as his sensory system took control of his body, arching his back off the bed in pleasure. Even as he fought fiercely for his freedom against the wrist restraints, much like a tiger tearing at its prey.

He exhaled heavily, his breath ragged and shaky, her assault was unnerving, and it was difficult to control his response. Raven laughed again, as her sharp deadly nails teased his nipples and she measured the fiery mood of his brooding eyes.

She teased his lips again with the lightness of her kiss, as she reached up to loosen his restraints. Once free he grabbed her shoulders, throwing her roughly down on the bed; he then raised one ankle high and rolled her to her side, and then harshly slapped the cheek of her ass, not understanding the smile that her lips formed afterward.

"Yes Thomas!!" she hissed loudly, as the sting of his slap exploded pleasantly against her nipples.

He pinned her wrist to the bed, as his tongue traced the seal where her lips came together, begging entrance into her sweet cavity, and she granted the audience it sought. His kisses were sweet and delicate at first, but as his hunger rose they became more forceful and demanding. Until at last, they seemed addictive by nature and very confusing, as she lost herself in the bittersweet crush of their touch.

"Oh Thomas ... please take me!" her voice, very soft and feminine as she pleaded.

"Not yet my love, you must yet learn torture of another kind!" he boasted.

"She sighed with a shiver ... smiling at his response!"

His lips took possession of hers again roughly, and as their tongues fenced inside her mouth, her deep moans only added fuel to the raging inferno in his body.

Raven was panting when he broke the kiss, his deep, sensual eyes, burned so intently that she melted, shivering under their gaze. His look was wild, and primal, as he claimed her lips again and marked her as his own.

His lips were forceful and his hands rough, as he cupped her breast and kneaded the flesh harshly. But she was unconcerned, because Raven was on fire and deep under the spell of his strong, magnetic passion, longing desperately to be possessed by him.

His hands slid the sheer panties down her legs, revealing all her hidden mysteries to his eyes, which rapaciously devoured them on the spot.

She gasped sharply when his fingers invaded the tender folds of her labium, "You're damp," he told her. She was somewhat shy about her dampness; not understanding as her cheeks flushed crimson, that it was the greatest compliment she could give him.

He rubbed the hardness of his passion rudely against the open folds of her labium, as she purred sweetly against his neck. Her lips became frenzied and rough with his mouth, at the continued sensation of his hardness brutalizing her button.

His fingers lightly teased her sensitive nipple, but soon became harsh against them. Her eyes held a plea, as her broken voice whimpered softly, "Please Thomas, take me now!"

"What is it you ask of me Raven!" he taunted.

"Fuck me you bastard!" she hissed forcefully against him, her voice laced with frustration and anger, her heart rapid, and loud as a drum.

She felt his strong hands grasp her thighs tightly and spread them wider then she cried out, as he completely filled her with a single thrust. All of Ravens thoughts were replaced by the explosive sensation of his movements inside her.

All the fight was gone now, and the fierce competitiveness of her nature had mellowed to a submissive softness that he worshipped.

"Please make the hunger stop," she pleaded, as her eyes conceded submission to his, and she lay there desperately wanting to orgasm!

He found an unrelenting pace that drove her near insanity, as he used her softness abusively. When his rough tongue lashed out repeatedly against the taut tissue of her nipple, she cried out and shuddered fiercely against him, while her nails raked his back deeply spurring him on to more desperate acts.

She exploded beneath him, her reason bowing before the awesome control of her lust, her head was thrown back, and a scream issued forth from between her parted lips.

She felt her internal muscles contract and expand around his thrusting cock. Her release flooding the girth that now strained her body, as her thighs clamped tighter around him and her teeth drew blood at his lips.

She felt his fire sear her passage, as her culmination gripped her body and mind tightly, ringing every last drop of sensual pleasure out of her exhausted soul.

She lay beneath her lover when he finished, a light sheen of sweat covering her smooth skin. As she cooed sweetly against his ear, and her fingertips gently caressed the smooth skin of his cheeks.

Tom smiled at the gentle softness in her grass colored eyes, and the innocence of her sweet smile, as he took comfort from the warmth of her bodies nearness.

"Master ... it means something much more at this moment Thomas!" she whispered.

End