An Aching Need

They stopped at a cheap motel half buried in snow an hour later. The proprietor was sleazy but asked few questions. Salesh paid with cash. Neither were disturbed by the peeling paint and gross stains, but by then they were running on fumes. The adrenaline had finally wore off. They collapsed into bed and fell asleep without a second thought, glad to put the world behind them for a few hours. For a time they were dead to the world, and it was bliss.

Unfortunately, there came a new day. Wan morning light filtered through the blinds of their room, dividing the floor into thin rectangles of beige and muddy brown. Samantha still dozed on the bed, her body half in, half out of the covers, splayed across the sheets. She dreamed fitfully about frightful things and happy things, and happy things happening in a frightful way because dreams never made a whole lot of sense. And then she dreamed those dreams. The kind that people kept to themselves, the kind that made a mess. A warm, entirely pleasant sensation bloomed in her crotch, causing her lower body to shift. It didn't go away. The heat remained, caressing, teasing, and it just kept building and building and building until finally—

Samantha woke up.

Salesh was tucked against her side, the girl’s dark blue eyes staring into her own. Her hand trailed further south, underneath the blankets, lying against something very hard and very, very unfeminine beneath her jeans. Ice crushed Sam’s heart. She snatched the hand away, gripping it tight.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, terrified.

“Relax,” said Salesh, as calmly as she could. “I already knew it was there. It’s not a big deal.”

Samantha felt mortified, all of the blood rushing to her face. She already knew? How could she just know the biggest secret she’s kept all her life? The thing she hid from nosy kids in the locker room for years, all the glances she had to make in public bathrooms. The awkward physical check ups. Hell, she’d been especially careful in their own dorm, because what roommate would be okay with something like that? And she already knew?

“It’s not natural,” she whispered.

“It is for you,” said Salesh, and Sam caught the implication immediately.

Her eyes narrowed. “This is because of him?!”

Salesh nodded, and all at once Sam had an outlet for years of frustration. She hated him so much. How dare he give this to her. Did he understand what it would do to her life? Did he even care? Was it just a joke? Salesh lay quietly on her side, watching the emotions play across her friend’s face, waiting for them to run their course. Eventually rage became hatred, which simmered, then began to fade. Samantha slumped over in resignation, feeling miserable. What a shitty way to start the day.

Salesh wasn’t complacent with that, apparently. A finger started trailing lightly up and down the length of her roommate’s now visible bulge. Sam’s eyes shot to hers, but Salesh didn’t seem to care.

“Have you ever used it before?”

“Yes,” said Sam, voice small. Embarrassed.

“With other people?”

Sam paused. “No.”

A small, incredibly alluring smile spread across her friend’s face. “Would you like to?”

In that moment three things occurred to Sam at the exact same time. One, that her roommate was absolutely gorgeous that and she really, really wanted to have sex with her. Two, their motel was actually kind of gross. And three, a lot of crazy shit had just happened to them, and maybe that was influencing this in some way, and she wasn’t sure that would be fair to either of them.

She frowned. “You want to do this here, now? I mean, a lot of stuff just happened, and I’m not saying this is a bad thing, but maybe it has something to do with what we went through and I’m not sure that—”

Salesh let out an explosive sigh. “I’m a succubus, Sam. I need cum to live.” She closed her eyes, and when she opened them her irises were a dark, bloody red. All Samantha could think was that her name finally made sense.

“Oh.”

She blinked and her eyes were back to normal, or maybe Sam had just seen normal and this was fake? Regardless, Salesh looked at her imploringly.

“Please, Sam. I need this, okay? I promise I’ll be quick.”

Sam thought that maybe she didn’t want this to be quick, but she was too busy watching her friend’s face to say anything. Salesh looked hungry. Why did that turn her on even more? She couldn’t trust her voice to say anything, her mouth had gone dry.

She nodded instead.

Salesh smiled, but it wasn’t happy. It was the smile of a predator. Samantha had only a second to register what she was getting herself into before she pounced. In the next moment their lips were locked together, making out in an obscene display of flesh and wet noise. In truth, Samantha had no idea what she was doing, but Salesh lead well. Her friend’s big, pillowy lips guided her's, teaching by example, and luckily for her, Sam had always been an avid student. She quickly learned to give as good as she got, and barely even jumped when another tongue suddenly invaded her mouth. She moaned instead, trying to reciprocate in kind. Salesh giggled.

“Someone’s excited,” she said, undoing the zipper on Samantha’s jeans while simultaneously devouring her mouth. It took some finagling, but Salesh was a pro, and Sam’s member popped free without hassle. Her eyes bulged. She couldn’t help herself. She said, “Holy shit, you're almost as big as your dad!”

Samantha wasn’t sure anyone would want to hear something like that in this situation, but she was too far gone to care. Salesh just stroked her friend’s cock, marveling at the size of it. She hadn’t expected it to compare, but there it was, rock hard in her hand. Rivulets of precum started bubbling up right away, coating her fingers in an inhuman amount of spunk, filling the quiet room with a wet, rhythmic smack. She had to get some of it for herself, just to try. Salesh put her lips on the tip and sucked hard, drawing it out for herself. Samantha mewled like a kitten, reflexively thrusting her hips further into that wonderful mouth. Salesh purred in satisfaction, tickled by her friend’s reaction, more than pleased with the taste. It filled some vital part of her deep inside.

She groaned. “You taste better than him, too. God, I need more.”

And just like that, Samantha's cock was buried in her roommate's mouth. Samantha wondered if her friend knew just how amazing whatever she was doing with her tongue felt right now, but she couldn’t find the words to properly describe the raging fire she set in her loins. The only things that came out of her mouth were phrases like oh my god and noises that made her sound like some cheap whore, much to her embarrassment. Not that Salesh was any better. The amount of slurping and sucking going on made it sound like she was really enjoying a particularly delicious slushie, not deepthroating a cock, but deepthroating a cock she was. Sometimes, when Salesh went all the way down to the base, Sam could feel her start to ****, causing the muscles in her neck to flex and really squeeze her member hard. She felt guilty, but she didn't dare ask her to stop. It was just... too much. She needn’t have worried.

It was all going according to plan.

Salesh continued bobbing up and down, taking her friend’s dick in and out of her throat, pacing herself. Stretching the process out as long as she could, because she never actually intended to be quick. It just wasn’t in her. She loved to savor this. She could feel Sam nearing the edge though, regardless of her tactics. Her poor, sexy friend squirmed underneath her, gripping the sheets for dear life, riding a continuous wave of ecstasy. The first time was always the most heady, Salesh knew. She wanted her to remember it. Samantha had no balls for her to fondle, but she did have a perfectly plump set of soaking nether lips instead. She could definitely play with that. Salesh began trailing her fingers around the outside of her friend’s sex while swallowing her cock, getting her fingers nice and wet. She took her time rimming the outside, intentionally brushing Sam's clit, making her moan like a slut. It pleased her, but the succubus was merciful. She plunged two fingers inside. Four pumps were enough.

Samantha erupted, screaming.

A deluge of cum began filling her mouth. Salesh quickly sealed her lips around the base of her friend’s cock, letting it take up her throat and shoot load after load straight into her core. She guzzled it all down, holding Samantha’s legs still whenever she spasmed. There was more than she expected, and although Salesh tried very hard to drink it all, dribbles of cum escaped her lips, pooling in the crook between Samantha’s legs. Eventually her friend’s orgasm came to an end. Samantha lay unmoving, breathing quick, shallow breaths. Salesh made a gagging sound as she climbed off the cock, letting it pop free of her throat. It felt a bit raw and thoroughly used, but a deep satisfaction radiated throughout her person. She was full, and it was glorious.

The succubus crawled over Samantha, pressing into the curve of her side. Samantha shifted to accommodate, making sure they had as much full body contact as possible. They laid together for a while, content to just... be. Salesh purred like a cat, tracing circles on her friend. Warm shivers crawled up Samantha's spine.

“How was that?” said Salesh, her voice hoarse. Samantha could only swallow.

“Am I still alive?”