At that moment, Shyla’s hands splayed on my cheeks, pulling my mouth to hers as she kissed me, deeply, and I reignited into being. My eyes snapped open, and I saw her face, eyes closed still kissing me. I could feel her moaning against my mouth. The world snapped into tack sharp focus, and my awareness extended to the dust on the walls, the sounds of moths fluttering outside, the creaking of the springs of my bed. I was awash in sensation. Shyla broke the kiss and lifted her head up, her fixing with mine. Suddenly the world silenced, and I could feel every inch of her body like I was inside it. I shifted under her, and felt the ripples of her pleasure echo through my consciousness.
Shyla looked down at me. Her thoughts rang in my head with that same voice that first seduced me. See? Her smile carried so much. I nodded. With a smile of my own I rose up from under her, and rolled on top of her. With a loud laugh, she wrapped her powerful limbs around me and pulled me deep inside her. I gasped at the heat she felt from my cock, but now also the incredible intensity I felt for myself, aware of every microscopic bit of her skin as it stretched around my hypersensitive body. I drew back, slowly, enjoy the deep, violin-like resonance of our shared pleasure before plunging in, moaning with her. Our eyes stayed locked, and our thoughts passed between before the words were found. Her legs rose up and I plunged deeply inside her. Her arms pulled me down and I lowered my hips and ground against her clitoris, which I felt keenly throbbing against my hips, and keenly throbbing with pleasure inside her. Shyla happily took it all in as I rushed wit hthe discovery of her body, learning her pleasure from the inside, and how it nearly drowned out my own. Nearly.
The first orgasm was like an earthquake. Her body seemed to rend itself in two, shaking fiercely as the waves piled on top of each other. Her gaze from below as she accepted me inside her for this pleasure blazed. Though I thought I could blind from experiencing her sex, I dared not blink and lose her eyes. She bade me to continue, and her arms lashed out to the bed, gathering the mattress in fists, nearly tearing it apart as the second fire ignited, burning my stomach. Or perhaps it was her heat I perceived. I had long lost track of what senses were mine and what were hers.
Silly boy, don’t get lost. I still want you to come in me. She smiled as her thought echoed in my head. Her voice was all I needed, and like an avalanche, by body seemed to be crushed with the wabe of pleasure hitting me as I felt my seed burst inside her. She smiled, and I could feel it burning her inside. Her mouth opened as she felt it acidly attacking her body. Her eyes closed and I felt her body clench around mine and then burst into a nova of orgasm. The fire from my venom inside was consumed by the brilliance of her own pleasure. She arched under me, still heaving with breath and mouth agape in a grin. She pulled my head down, finally breaking the eye contact we had held unblinking for so long. Our bodies shared their heat, and we slowly felt the echoes of pleasure fade away.
I slid out of her and rolled onto the bed. She playfully rolled on her side, her finger on my chest. “Wasn’t that worth dying for?” she purred. As my awareness expanded back out to fill the space around me, I breathed long and heavy, still in awe of the incomprehensible intensity of what we had experienced. She looked at me disapprovingly. “I can’t read your thoughts now, silly.”
I smiled. “Yeah…that was worth dying for.” We laughed a bit now, simply breathing, as I let myself wash in my new senses. Finally, I asked. “So, what are you?”
She smiled. “I’m a demon. The Catholics would have called me a succubus, but I never cared for the term.” My mind raced. Succubus – female demons that stole men’s souls through lust.
“And I…”
“…am also a demon. At least now you are,” she finished for me. “Though, you would be an incubus.” I pursed my lips. “I don’t care for that one either. Catholics suck.” She laughed. “So, Sylvanus, welcome to your new existence.. You, dear sir, are now a predator.” Her hand drifted down my body, and my erection rose up to meet her touch. “And….my lover.” My eyes showed my smile as she took my erection calmly in her warm hand. “I have so much to show you.”














I just love the way you write. I love how descriptive the feelings and acts are. Another great part to this story. I guess we shall have to see what else is in store for Sylvanus. (and I’m going to have to start editing for you. *tease*)
That was fantastic Sylvanus!! What a beautiful way with words you have, very good indeed!! Can’t wait for more!! xxx
YES! This is definitely my kind of erotica. I do hope you’ll do more in this style, Sylvanus. Supernatural – vampires, demons, werewolves – are my kind of kinky, sexy reading.