Succubus Unleashed The Hunter

The venom injected into his blood stream left him with only one wish, to cum. The fact that she remained tightly attached to him was all the consent he needed as he slowly pumped into her. She may have been out of it but that didn't stop her from grinding her hips in small circles. He was gotten close when she whispered in his ear.

"Give me your wrists."

With one arm holding him up, he moved the other to her lips. She lightly kissed and licked the wound her nails had dug into his skin. He was too close to his climax to care that he just willingly gave her more of his blood to drink. Her kisses became more insistent before she began to suck harder drawing more blood from his veins.

It was addictive having her suck his blood, the more she took the better it felt and he was rapidity approaching his peak as his hips increased in speed. She took a break between sips of his divine nectar to encourage him on.

"Right there, yeah that's it," Suck, "Keep going, give me everything you got."

He couldn't take it, her sexy voice brought about the beginning of something he'd never understand. But that was ok, he wasn't meant to. He groaned out as his entire thought process was once again reduced to nothing other than his need to fill up her womb. The rider's thrusts became sloppy and her legs tightened around him, bringing his thrusts to a stop as her inner walls did their thing, coxing the orgasm out of him.

He screamed at the top of his lungs and her fangs sank into his wrists. Darkness consumed him as it was his turn to collapse into the bed as he began to snore.

*****

Meanwhile in the main room Sean was squirming in his sleep, about to wake up. He felt a hand brushing past his cheek as if it was made of air. His right eye opened but he didn't see anything and he was having a very good dream. Confusion filled his tired expression. Where was he? There was a fire warming his exposed skin and a breeze that seemed to caress his entire body. Two sensations felt great and explained his pleasant dream.

There was no sign of the others besides their bed rolls and packs. One set of armor that looked like Tommy's, yet no weapons. Talk about being confused, the last thing he remembered was riding hard. The four of them were on a mission of the utmost importance and it was quite possible that they left without him. The mission to get reinforcements was more important than one man. If that was the case why were their packs and one set of armor still here?

As he tried to get up the breeze intensified, feeling like a thousand hands messaging his muscles into a more relaxed state. It infected his urge to get up but he had to... have to find... oh that felt good. The breeze moved down, tickling his lower abdomen. He could lay here forever enjoying this, forgetting everything in the world.

Everything would be okay. The others would finish the mission.

Sean relaxed into the bed roll and closed his eyes. The only thing that would make this better was if he wasn't wearing the armor. Weakly he reached up with almost too relaxed arms to loosen his armor straps. The effort took a lot of concentration and his arm fell back to his side. Armor was still tightly fastened and in the way of the nice breeze. He took a few deep breaths and felt himself dozing off again.

A weight settled on his midsection and the straps to the armor loosened. Good he thought, back in the pleasant dream already. Once more deep breath and he was out cold.

Thousands of hands caressed his naked body, so far keeping the message completely professional by staying away from his hard prick. Yet the longer this dream went on, the more he wished it would turn towards a naughty dream.

He didn't have to wait long. He was after all the master of his own dreams, wasn't he? The hands tickling his lower abs traveled lower, ever closer, yet never touching his pole. They rubbed his inner thighs and even around his dick as if they were outlining the length as it lay upon his belly.

He imagined it rising until it stood straight up, pointing to the sky. Lips kissed his ear lobe, no those lips weren't kissing, they were blowing warm air into his ear. He strained to hear, and he swore he could hear whispers in the wind, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

The weight on his waist lowered sending waves of pleasure to his brain as it blew over his cock and settled, pressing his prick into him. This was exactly what he wanted. Moisture wet his member as the weight shifted as if sliding along him. It didn't feel like someone was grinding into him, rather it felt like someone was blowing along his member with just a little more force than simple air blowing. It was like a woman was but wasn't sitting in his lap all at once. Hard to explain, and his tired mind only cared that it felt amazing and didn't want it to stop.

On a down stroke his dick wasn't content to just lay there and take it, and at that instant it felt like he had entered a wind tunnel, a wet, tight tunnel that blew air all around his cock. He moaned out loud as this new sensation overwhelmed his senses. It felt like nothing he had ever felt before, blowing up and down, all around. He felt his orgasm quickly approaching. The wind tunnel suddenly sealed around his base, sending a jolt up his spine, eyes opening wide in shock. No! He screamed inside his head, what a horrible time to wake up.

There was once again on empty room, with only the crackling fire. The strange thing was even though he had woken up, the pleasure didn't stop. That's when he noticed he was naked and his manhood was pointing straight up. He felt a tight clamp around his base yet nothing was there. The skin on his dick was even moving along with the powerful suction he felt. His breathing was heavy and he was still on the brink.

It had only taken a second to notice everything, before the reason he woke up sent his whole body stiff. The orgasm hit him, exploding his white seed up into the air. Half expecting to feel his sticky mess land back on his sweaty skin but it just hovered there in midair. Slowly it was absorbed into the air and as it vanished the very air began to take form. As before he couldn't see anything, now he could make out the moving air particles.

The weight on his lap got slightly heavier and that amazing wind tunnel doubled its effort. Pleasure like nothing he had ever felt before kept him hard and wanting, no, needing more. His prick was sensitive but that only served to increase the waves upon waves of mind numbing bliss flooding his mind. He reached up with arms that felt like lead but they passed through the air like nothing was there. Only the sensation from his dream met his skin, like hands caressing him. His arms fell back to the floor. He couldn't believe he was feeling another orgasm approaching and this one felt powerful.

His head remained firmly planted in the bed roll, eyes open, eagerly trying to see anything he could. At times he swore he could see the outline of a woman, even a face, but it'd be gone just as fast. While he was staring, something caught his eye on the second floor. Someone was watching him, squinting his eyes attempting to make out who it was. A loud scream in the side room distracted him when he looked back to the second floor whoever was watching him was gone.

That scream unnerved him, because it sounded like one of the brothers. There was no way to tell if it had been a scared scream or a pleasurable one. Either way if his comrades didn't leave and they were all in fact trapped here he had to get up. His limbs felt heavy but he managed to sit up.

Whatever was sitting in his lap looked at him as she tilted her head. It was like she was amused at his attempt to get away from her. Sean squinted his eyes, concentrating, and his fingers closed around the hilt to his sword. The wind tunnel around his throbbing manhood doubled its effort causing him to falter.

The rider's grip tightened on his weapon and swung with all his might. With his limbs being so heavy, the swing that should have been fast as lightning was slow and sloppy, slicing through the air but causing no harm at all.

"Shh," The air whispered to him. It felt like arms sliding around his shoulders and legs around his hips, holding him up? Everything combined brought him closer to that impending, pleasurable doom.

"Make me whole and stay by my side forever." Her nether lips once again sealed and sent unbelievable pleasure, joy and bliss across his whole body.

"No," He cried out, holding on with every ounce of his body ready to give in. "Mankind will not bend to your will, they will fight back."

"Like you are fighting back?" She pouted cutely, her entire wind based body messaging him, enticing a moan. "On the brink of giving me exactly what I want. Just like the good little boy you are."

He could hardly comprehend what she was saying. The very air had come alive from his dreams and he was woken up to a nightmare, a pleasurable nightmare, but a nightmare all the same.

"Stop fighting and drown in all that I offer you."

Her lips kissed his lips, air circling his rebellious tongue and he couldn't hold on any more. It felt like a million mouths were kissing his entire body. The sword flung from his hand as his real weapon exploded between his legs.

Once again he watched helplessly as his seed launched up into the air and hovered there. This time as the essence of his soul was absorbed into the air elemental--- each second dragged on for an eternity as each piece vanished before his eyes--- more of the woman on his lap became visible.

She was absolutely stunning, blond hair flowing around them both, floating in the air. Sparkling blue eyes stared back into his and she smiled a luscious grin. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He couldn't find the strength to respond, completely captivated by the beauty giving him the best lay of his life. What little resistance he had left fled his body with that last blast of his seed.

The woman was still see-through but had much more control of herself and him.

"I need more, give me more, give me everything!"

He groaned as her powerful wind tunnel of a pussy sped up, their mixed juices running down around his balls. Somehow he was still hard but there was a slight pain coming from his scrotum. It was taking a toll on his body but he had no choice in the matter. She wrapped her limbs tighter around him and started to grind her hips. The air elemental was absolutely loving every second of this, her forming body was amazing.

Soon she would be whole and the world would be at her fingertips. There was no part of her mind that had any desire to rebel against her creator. Meridiana had created the perfect loyal servant in her as long as the promise to unlimited power remained true to her word.

It was time to start the ritual, but she believed she could get another load from him first, and she planned to make full use of her time. She began to rise and fall upon Sean's mighty sword with greater need.

No one could resist her now.

*****

Meridiana watched the scene comfortably, from her perch on the second floor. The one rider that had remained asleep had woken up finally, and was struggling to understand his situation. The air elemental had stripped him naked and his body was so relaxed he couldn't get up, forced to lay there helplessly as she had her way with him.

The moment he woke up was the same moment his fate was sealed. Once the elemental got a taste of his seed there was no escape. With each sampling she'd gain more solidity in this world.

Meridiana would have enjoyed watching her child take full form but when her vampire child's prey screamed it knocked her out of the moment. She had lingered long enough. Her own target had fallen through two floors giving her some time to watch. That free time had passed. The demoness had to return to the hunt.

She had great plans for these four souls. Three would suffice but four was ideal. Her past two creations had taken on too much free will, to the point of openly rebelling against her.

This next creation's purpose was to remedy her mistake. Four souls would give the proper amount of control she needed. Especially since this creation had to be powerful enough to fight the first two combined.

The demon looked down the hole in the floor, expecting to still see her prey laying there unconscious. All she saw was debris piled up. Gracefully she glided down the two holes--- one in each floor--- down to the basement. With one whiff she could sense where he went.

A feral grin formed on her lips. She loved the ones that fought back. Her power was great, but easy prey bored her to death.

*****

Vince woke up with a splitting headache, covered in rubble from his fall. How long was he out? It couldn't have been long, since that monster -- a hot, sexy monster but a monster none the less -- wasn't anywhere to be seen.

As he got up, pain shot up his spine. Suddenly he was glad to have put on his armor. There was a piece of wood jammed in his back, denting the metal. If he hadn't had the armor on, that piece of wood would have been impaled right through his entire midsection.

He briefly wondered if he had time to remove the chest plate and bash out that dent that was stabbing his back. Before he had time to really consider it, he heard a scream. It was muffled and almost sounded like a hoarse whisper from his current position. It was one of the brothers and if he wasn't mistaken it was Johnny. He had wasted enough time. Moving into the darkness, he searched for a way out.

He was in the building's basement so there had to be a staircase close by. His eyes were adjusting to the dark and he could make out the room. There wasn't much in the room from what he could see.

Some tables, cabinets, work shelves, the basics really. This building had been in ruins for a long time. Anything of value would have been stripped down and taken long ago. That red skinned monster wasn't from here, he could tell that much. Rather than the four of them intruding on the thing's home, he knew deep down that it had tracked them down.

The things he saw at that battle were like nothing from this earth. So it wasn't a far stretch to believe this thing had followed them. He heard a soft sound, like something bare foot stepping on the hard ground. Vince turned to look back at the spot he crashed through the floor.

There stood the red skinned demon.

She was still hunting him, after all. He couldn't help but give her the once over. Had she been human, she would have been a knockout. The added extremities didn't take away from her beauty. They just made him disgusted with himself for getting turned on by the sight of her.

She took a sniff of the air and turned his way. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and ducked down behind a work shelf. Had she seen him? He shouldn't stick around to find out, looking around before scurrying on hands and knees to another hiding spot.

A loud bang came from where he just was. She had jumped up onto the work shelf into a crouch.

"I can smell you. You can't hide for long."

She purred, voice laced with silk and promises of untold pleasure. She could tell he was here but couldn't pin point his location. It must have been all the mold. The more he crawled around in it, the more his scent was unmasked.

His member felt really uncomfortable in his pants. Just hearing her voice sent thrills through him. It was unnatural. A night spent with her would have dire consequences. Vince crawled to another hiding spot but his armor hit a desk post, making a loud echo throughout the room. Instantly she turned and headed in his direction.

She appeared at the vibrating table mere milliseconds after the rider ducked into a new hiding spot. She laughed out loud, sensing she was close.

"So feisty! I love it. We're going to have so much fun."

He could hear her hand sliding along her smooth skin as she mewed in delight. A sweet smell reached his nostrils like tendrils grabbing hold and pulling him towards her. It was her dripping nether regions, her pheromones reaching out and taking root in his mind, things he never dreamed of before.

It was all very distracting and his throbbing dick loved every second of it. It took all his willpower not to whip it out and stroke with all he had. He closed his fists tightly, almost drawling blood just to pull his mind out of her grip.

"I'm glad I picked you over the others. They were weak, giving in without a fight. But you, oh no, not you, such willpower you must have, to stop yourself from jumping out and impaling me with that throbbing dick of yours."

Vince's manhood jumped at that, desperately wanting to do exactly what she described. He let out a groan, quickly covering his mouth. Whatever she was it was extremely hard to resist her.

"Hmm you liked that, did you?"

She began to creep towards him, having heard his weak desperate cry for pleasure. The rider was too scared to move, backed up against a table. He looked up as he felt the table move slightly and to his horror that beautiful face was looking down at him, smiling.

"There you are, my pet."

He screamed out in fright, rising to his feet with his fists posed to strike. She simply stayed back in a crouch and admired his willpower.

"Wouldn't you rather put those hands to better use than fighting?" She caressed and squeezed her mammoth breasts. He couldn't help but follow her gaze down, memorized by her hands. His mouth watered as he licked his dry lips.

"That's what I thought, baby. Come here, lose yourself in my vast cleavage." Before he could comprehend what she was saying, his body was closing the distance. Once he was close enough she reached out and pulled him into her chest.

He struggled to breathe as he got a strong whiff of her cleavage. It was divine and he had a hard time thinking about what it reminded him of. He was just about content to do as she said and lose himself into her soft, smooth flesh. She held him close and soon his lungs were burning for air. The rider began to struggle and the demon laughed, causing her breasts to jiggle around his face.

He needed air. Suffocating in a pair of tits wasn't how he saw himself dying. He longed for a warrior's death, with honor, in combat. Catching the demon by surprise when he punched her rib cage, her grip loosened and he scurried free, falling to his ass.

Meridiana wasn't hurt, merely shocked that he wasn't putty in her hands. She stared down at him as her nether regions soaked her upper thighs in excitement.

"You are a feisty one, aren't you?"

He had no choice, escape was his only option. He scrambled back before rising to his feet, turning and running away.

The demoness reached out and grabbed his armor, stopping him dead in his tracks. Yet still he put up a fight, reaching for the straps.

Meridiana lost her footing as the armor suddenly flung off his body. The thing exploded into a thousand pieces. She crashed back into the table she had just been crouched on top of, as she wasn't expecting the loss of his body weight.

He looked back over his shoulder as he once again began to run. What he saw sent chills up his spine. Sure he had sent her flying into the furniture but he expected to see her pissed off.

Instead she was looking at him with wanton lust. Nothing seemed to phase her and he was reminded of his earlier thought.

Escape is the only option.

Luck was on his side. The staircase was in sight. Upon reaching it he began to climb to safety. A slender hand gripped his ankle and he went face first into the staircase, landing hard without his chest plate to cushion the fall.

Stars appeared in his vision and he was flung over onto his back. Uncomfortable on the stairs with the wind knocked out of him, it took a moment to realize what was happening.