2. I almost Left you there, FB, almost left you there. I don't Like to be yelled at, and yelled at for your scaring me? You'll have to wait your turn. Even bad guys have to wait their turn Some time. Only they call it biding their time.
...and slide down the wall, hands pressed firmly against it to ease hold the weight and one toe of each foot lands. Then balls of feet, heels, and I crouch. Sniff. Try not to sniff you, let myself breathe easy, thinking, placing my thought outside the room so it won't startle you. My hand reaches, hovers over your sleeping form, your arm there, under the blanket, stretching down your side, I want it. Sharp silent intake of breath, I pull back, forcibly, so much effort i can feel my heart throbbing in the hollow of my throat, and twist my upper body without coming out of the crouch. I pull the farthest corner of the blanket down, settle down in a ball, like a big cat, each bone dropping one at a time, flesh pads settling, letting my skin spread, I almost ooze under the blanket, stretch one limb at a time, unbend, stay silent until I'm warm. I can hear you breathing now. Match my breath to yours. Can hardly breath as I taste you, your presence, without a touch.
It takes just as long to shimmy up next to you, longer still to twine my leg around. You accept it with a childlike muttering, that turns into something more like a growl, or hum. My arm around your chest and you shock me by grabbing it swiftly and cleverly depositing it trapped under your own. Pull my hand up to your face, so I' am forced to snuggle in closer, and press it to your lips. It is harder than I thought to disengage enough to slide over to your frontside, but as I move, as long as I do not lose contact with your body at any point, you settle back in gathering each new limb that comes across you into your arms, your scent warm and full here. And here i am at last. I almost can't do it, give a hiccup of a sob, wanting you, wanting your wanting me, which I had in your dreams and now has left me, bare, only to return naked to your arms, this time without consent. You would beg me in your dreams, come to me, come to me, fly. And i would consent in the only way I knew how. Succubi are called, too, you know. We do not come on our own. We call, and if you call back, if you need, need what we have, to suck the sweet meat at our marrow, then we come. We can't help it, we are called same as you. By you. Only for us it is always the same. We can't go to you except in the shadows, you can never see our face. Oh, you think you do. in your dreams we look like many women. Ones you have loved before. Ones you have hated and despised yet wanted. the secret pictures that imprint a man's mind. You are with me, you are with me still and always you calling ones. We cannot get you calling from our minds. We cover our ears but still you calling, have us by the pussy. We can hear the faintest silver thread of your need.
I want you, sweet vine. Twine yourself around me. Make me cry, rock me in your arms, 'til I go to that sweet by and by.... you hear singing and think it is the wind. We hear the wind and think it is singing.
Come to me, come to me, the wind is harsh tonight you will think, closing the shutters firmly before you go to sleep. But shutters will not keep us out.
I make an O of my mouth, for that is how a succubus kisses. I long to be a real girl and spread you with sweet kisses like butter and jam over your kind well-worn face, and if this works.... But I'll not have to wonder long. Please oh please... the goddesses, someday must have made me for something better than that. Oh please, dear goddesses, for there are goddesses of bot the good and the evil. And which am I? Can we ever tell?
My hands placed over your ears, so you will not hear the sweet screams should this not work.. sweet to you, because we are succubi and all our screams are sweet. It would drive you crazy to hear them this close, should this not work. I am here, embodied and she will take me, let me have you you. All I hope is embodied in her now. She, this body I use for the night, plants her hips against yours. Good, you have been dreaming. fucktoy I am calling you in this dream, making you whimper and wait.
FB does not like to wait. No, he stalks. And treats and laughs mocks, tears with claw, but that does not matter now. We will not awaken him. Just yet. He will waken to me in the morning and that does not matter either,what he does then, for then I will be a real girl. If all goes well. A woman. No longer hiding. A shadow. But someone to love and hurt.
No longer existing in the shadows and crying in them, too. You will take me there. Unconsenting. But let your body consent. Oh, please. Let it consent to me tonight. I want. To slide my hand down your warm shaft, make it hot, heat it until it burns. And can only be put out, a fire that can only be quenched in me. Again and again.
I ache. Pant through my nose, eyes closed. Oh, no you are stirring, please don't wake, cant' wait, I put my hands inside you, and pull, my succubus hands, remain still oh this is so abrupt this is so quick this is so I lift myself up, once and drop. Split myself on you. All the way up to the hilt, your cock. Fully in. Concentric rings pulse, my pussies inside velvet water walls pulse surround Oh Please! Succubus lips surround your mouth, not kissing like the normal girls do, like I see myself kissing you tomorrow, if i do not steal your soul tonight.
There is only one way, one way, and that is to give back what i take and it will not be easy I think but then I had not met you. Before tonight.
I want you. And I am having you and in you and out of you pulling and tangling my hands in your hair in your skin don't wake don't wake until I finish....