Sexualis Lamia

Relaxation washed over her and she found she was able to move once more even though she still looked him in the eye. "Who— no, what are you?"

"I told you: someone who needs you. Who needs these," he said, grabbing one of her breasts. Again, the grope made her cum, causing her to double over forward moaning in as she was caught totally off guard by the sudden burst of orgasmic pleasure.

The man shushed her. "You must stay quiet. We aren't alone in this home, and I have no desire to interact with any mortal other than you on this night. Now, no more questions for the time being." As he said this Jane felt the thousand questions she had been preparing to ask disappear in her mind.

"We must continue, I NEED you, need to drink from your life sustaining sexual energies. But my tastes are perhaps too refined. I need the energies that large breasts give off, and your breasts are a banquet of what I crave. But you are too sensitive to my touch right now. We need to connect our sexual energies, make you able to handle my touch so I can properly feed from you."

As he spoke he began to unzip his jeans, reaching in and pulling his dick out. The toilet left her sitting perfectly level with the man's crotch and as his dick was brought out into the open mere inches in front of her face Jane. His member was only partially hard and yet it was bigger than any dick she had ever seen before! Not just long, but wide.

More than the size of it she was shocked by the smell coming from it. It was a heady musk that hit her like a brick way, far stronger than the other smell that was coming off of the man. It was intense, thick, the smell of pure male sex and lust. It made her vaginal muscles twitch, her mouth water, and her heart race.

The mysterious man grabbed hold of his cock as it filled with blood and grew ever larger before her. He lifted it to her face and drew closer to her. It was as if her mouth were magnetically drawn to it, as it drew closer she leaned forward, opening her mouth as she did so. Before long she had taken his cock head into her mouth and wrapped her lips around his shaft.

As her lips enclosed around his manhood and their flesh touched the burning waves of pleasure returned, dizzying young Jane. She had expected his dick to taste bitter and of stale body odor, like all of the other men she had gone down on. But this man, his large cock, its taste was overpoweringly pleasurable. She couldn't even find the words to describe it... then, her tongue came in contact with a small bead of precum leaking from to tip of his cock and her taste buds exploded. It was like pure ambrosia.

Jane had never been good at giving head. It was something she had never enjoyed doing, so hadn't had much practice. But now she found that deep inside her were the instincts to suck dick like her life revolved around it. She worked his cock with her mouth like a pro, enjoying the way it finished hardening as she snaked her tongue around it. She moaned and slurped as the taste of his cock and his precum filled her senses, blessing her mind and overwhelming her senses.

As she gave the stranger intense head she began to notice something else, a feeling like a deep humming passing between them. Jane felt it passing from his cock into her mouth and spreading through her body, only to collect up and pass back into him. It seemed to be dulling the waves of pleasure that was coming from the places where their bodies touched. The contact still felt good, it still warmed her between her legs, but it was no longer so overpowering that his mere touch could bring her to the edge of climax.

As her head cleared and she was able to think past the pleasure of being in contact with the man Jane realized she had unbuttoned her jeans and slid a hand down her pants. As she continued to suck the cock before her she fingered herself, quickly rising towards another orgasm. She used her fingers to move into the orgasm slowly, ensuring it was a light, long orgasm that didn't interfere with her cock sucking.

Not long after she came the man stepped back, pulling his now spit covered cock wetly out of her mouth. "There we go, now you should be able to handle me touching you without cumming yourself stupid." He stroked his cock as he spoke to her. "I need your sexual energies, specifically the kind given off by your breasts. With as big as your breasts are and as young and fertile as you are, you can't help but be filled with them even if you can't feel it. Don't try and make sense of any of this, just sit and enjoy."

He stepped closer to her, so close that his cock was pressed up between her large breasts. He grabbed them and started to wrap them around his shaft, but stopped. "Has a man ever fucked your tits before?"

Jane shook her head no. She hadn't even realized it was a thing men did, although it wasn't hard for her to imagine what he meant to do. As he squeezed her breasts around his long, hard shaft and started to hump her chest she found her assumptions were pretty accurate.

What surprised her was how good it felt having her breasts fucked. The smooth friction of his spit lubed cock sliding up and down her pressed together breasts sent warm pleasure washing through her body. She kept fingering herself, quickly building up to another orgasm.

Her moaning as she came seemed to turn the man on and cause him to hump her fat tits harder and faster. She looked down and watched as his cock head popped in and out of her breasts. It was a repetitive, hypnotic sight that she had a hard time looking away from. Every time he slammed up into her breasts she could feel a ripple run through her breasts, a wave of thick flesh exploding out form his impact. The waves rolling through her tit meat made her cum again and again.

The orgasms started to bleed into one long, mind shattering and body numbing climax. And through it all there was this strange feeling, like her breasts were being drained of something. It was a something she had always had but never noticed, like they had been full of some invisible force. She felt it slowly being sapped from her and flowing into the man, being replaced with the pleasure she felt just from being in contact with the man's cock.

The orgasm stretched on, her body starting to feel tired and her muscles growing sore. She realized that she was growing weary, light headed and dizzy. It was as if whatever energy he was pulling from her breasts was leaving her exhausted. Jane was afraid she was going to pass out, but everything felt so good she couldn't even contemplate trying to make any of it stop.

Jane's head fell forward, her body too weak to hold it up. The man let go of her breasts then she felt him grab hold of her hair and lift her head up slightly. A moment later his huge cock was back inside of her mouth. He thrust it deep into her, to the point that his cock was pressing against the back of her throat.

Then she felt an explosion of thick, warm liquid. As the man's hard cock quivered and thick cum spurted out he slowly pulled back, allowing his mind bogglingly large load of semen to fill her mouth. As Jane's cheeks ballooned she struggled to mentally process just how much cum was coming out of this strange man and flooding into her mouth.

The taste was overwhelming, ten times stronger and greater than his precum had been. She started to swallow it all, struggling to get it all down before it started leaking from her mouth and not wanting any of the delicious fluid to go to waste. As the thick goo went down her throat she felt her insides burning, as if she had drunk pure pleasure in hot liquid form.

It was too much for her to take. She had one final orgasm, so strong that she felt her insides release as a flood of liquid gushed out of her. She'd never squirted while with another man, only while masturbating, and surely never from the mere taste of cum.

The intense, overpowering orgasm was too much for her drained and exhausted body. She passed out, slipping into unconsciousness...

* * *

As Jane began to wake she thought of the intense, kinky dream she had been having about a strange man assaulting her in her bathroom and giving her more sexual pleasure than she had ever experienced in all of her life combined.

When she opened her eyes she found that she was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and laying back. She looked down, struggling to keep her eyes open, her whole body sore and tired. She saw that her breasts were hanging out of her top, one of her hands still in her pants. She realized her panties and jeans were sopping wet and that there seemed to be some dried cum on her face, as if it had leaked out of her mouth.

It wasn't a dream! But how could it have been real? How could any man's touch have felt that good?

Jane got up on shaky, weak legs. Her cell phone was on the bathroom counter, next to the sink where she had left it. She looked at the time. It was nearly 6 A.M. She quickly grabbed her things, opened the door (which she noticed was no longer locked) and stumbled to her bedroom.

As she started to take her clothes off she realized she hadn't pulled her shirt back up over her breasts. She was glad her parents weren't awake yet, what would they have thought if they saw their daughter stumbling around the house with her tits hanging out?

The weirdest thing was how natural having them exposed felt. That was a feeling she had never felt, always feeling they were disgustingly large and needed to be hidden. But now? Now she wanted to be naked and let them hang free.

Once Jane was undressed she got into her bed, pulling the covers up over her. Her body felt drained, and she had no doubt she would soon fall back asleep. All of her muscles were sore, clearly from the large number of orgasms she had had. She'd never cum that much in her life. She'd never enjoyed sex that much and she hadn't even properly fucked the strange man!

Laying down and think about him she decided he couldn't have been human. Her mind wandered as she got drowsy and started to fade into sleep. She imagined that he was some kind of sexual vampire, one that needed the energies in large breasts to survive. Hadn't he basically said as much? She knew she should be terrified of the creature, afraid he would return. He had, after all, said he was hiding in her neighborhood. But instead of fear she felt exhilaration.

The last thought Jane had before sleep overtook her was that she hoped the sexual vampire would soon return...