
Fantasy #15

The Succubus

On awakening one dreary morning last winter, I felt more tired 
than when I had gone to bed the prior night. This lethargy
continued for several days until I decided to see my doctor 
about it. Her comprehensive examination revealed no evident 
problem until she examined my penis. Her touch caused me to 
harden and she reacted by smiling and saying, "Now, I can 
really get a good look at it!"

After a long examination consisting of feeling and looking at
it from my glans to my testicles, she said "You must stop
allowing your lover to bite you when she gives you head." That 
really surprised me and I told her that I had broken up with
my girl friend and had not seen her for over a month. She 
shook her head in disbelief and said, "Then you are being 
visited and drained by a Succubus!"                      

She explained that according to medieval encyclopaedias, a
Succubus is supposed to be a demon lover who copulates with 
their male victims and screws them to death over a several 
month period., and that death can not be prevented since the 
victim never awakens during the visit.                

Depressed but not beaten, I took the next plane to New Orleans 
and visited a Voodoo Queen and purchased some gris gris.
After returning home, I placed the gris gris all around my bed 
and retired. Later, I was awakened by a loud scream and saw a 
beautiful young woman sitting on my bed, sobbing and moaning. 

Her naked body was the most voluptuous one I had ever seen. 
Her long blond hair capped a very pretty face, and even 
through her tears, I see her brilliant violet soulful eyes. 
Fearing that she was only an apparition, I reached out to 
touch her and my fingers connected with the most velvety skin 
that I had ever felt! I asked her, "Who - What are you?
What are you doing in my bed?"

Between her sobs, she told me that she was a Succubus who had
been doomed in the 13th century by an evil wizard for being 
frigid on their wedding night, into an eternity of screwing
strange men to death. The curse could be broken only if she 
could achieve an orgasm, and while she had sent innumerable
men to their graves, she had never experienced relief because 
a Succubus never wakens their victim and can achieve no 
pleasure from a sleeping mate.

The gris gris which I had placed around my bed had held her 
captive after making love to me and it was now holding her.
I told her that I felt that I could help her to end her curse 
and reached out to her.




She fell into my embrace and coldly allowed me to preen her 
hair with my hands. I kissed her ear lobe and licked the 
inside of her ear. After a short while, she relaxed a little 
and I continued to kiss my way slowly around her neck, to the
nape, and on around and up to her mouth. She was still cool to 
my kisses but I continued to explore and to probe her 
wonderful body. (She might be cool - but I was EXCITED!)

I moved on to her marvelous breasts and kissed her nipples.
Suddenly, when I kissed a spot below her navel, she quickened 
and gave a little gasp.

I placed my hand between her thighs and touched her love 
button, and gladly discovered that she was throbbing!
My finger circled her clitoris and then slipped into her 
moistening vagina which was hot and beginning to contract and 
to vibrate. When I placed my tongue on her clit, she moaned, 
"Oh Yes!", and after a moment, she urged me to enter her.

It was paradise! She had a "snapper" - a pussy that 
continuously contracted and sucked at my penis during coitus.
She asked to get on top and after we rolled, she began to pump 
and with each thrust, I felt a glowing sensation and finally
an overwhelming desire to come.

As I climaxed, I could feel her achieving hers and as she 
relaxed, she collapsed into my arms.

The curse was finally broken! She would be able to live out a 
normal life span.

Fortunately, she chose to remain with me as my lover and now 
instead of screwing me to death, we are jointly screwing until 
death. There is a world of difference in those two statements!


