A succubus with something extra

Click.. Clack.. Click.. Clack.

The sound echoes through the caverns but it takes a while for your lust-addled brain to register, let alone recognize it.

Amidst your third orgasm - this one long, borderline painful and very literally drawn out - you hear the sound of someone in high heels approaching. You're now resting your head against the wooden door to keep from toppling over as your brass tormentress drains a stream of cum from your balls. Each heartbeat is another orgasmic throb of your cock that makes your mouth fall a little wider in slackjawed, mindless pleasure. No sound but a quiet, croaking moan leave your lips as the seed steadily flows from your dick into the voracious mouth.

First it's the scent that hits you: A sweet musk, equal parts perfume and pheromones that conjures pictures of foreign harems and exotic spices before your closed eyelids.

Second it's the body. The soft, warm feeling of an ample busom against your back, punctuated by a pair of obviously aroused nipples. And the hard, insistance of a cock pressed against your ass, a gentle grip of dextrous fingers on your hip.

Finally it's the mouth: warm breath on your neck, a melodious, accented voice like dark honey in your ear:

"My oh my, poor, sweet thing. That door wasn't meant for human cocks.." The fingers edge down to where your dick is stuck in the door and firmly grip your balls, "or.. human semen production."

You open your mouth but nothing but a pleasured groan leave it. You hear a chuckle behind you.

"you look like you could use some help, dear."

You already have a pretty good idea how she plans to assist you