Bernard Falls

Once she had exhausted herself, Cora embraced and held you in her strong arms while she slept.

You spent hours looking into your knight's relaxed sleeping face, counting her freckles. But after briefly tasting the her dark dreams, you also knew that serene visage to be something false. And the smile that greeted you when tried to slip out from her grasp lacked any warmth, instead reflecting only her unshackled lust. Cora continued to hold you tight as you kissed.

“My mother and sisters have put on a show for Bernard. I need to leave and give him the climax of our performance before anyone else arrives.”

“Are you taking his soul?”

You cupped her cheek and caressed her with your palm. “Yes. Men don't need to be willing for me to take theirs. And I am hungry. Do you disapprove, my knight?” The feeling of Cora shaking her head filled you with a strange, but pleasant, sensation. Seeing her discarding her human morality felt wonderful. She nuzzled her face into your open hand. “Stay here and enjoy yourself with the whores, Cora. Or call Taylor. I hadn't had the chance to teach her how to be a proper slut yet, but I don't mind if you handle that.”

Could be fun letting Taylor's lust for you build until it became unbearable. Sending her to please men and women to further your ambitions without so much as touching or rewarding her. Ultimately, your former friend was another soulless toy for you to mold. And you were planning on having hundreds of those.

The way the edges of her lips curled and eyes sparkled told you exactly what she had planned. Cora also released you from her possessive hands, letting you rise and watched as you seductively walked over to Tanith's wardrobe to pick out a new outfit for yourself. A latex catsuit would be a dead give away, but the short cropped biker jacket and a matching flared skirt, all in black leather, with fishnet stockings were perfect without being excessive.

“Griese still expects us to work today, and there is only so much you can blame on a hangover, my knight.” You threw her a final kiss before leaving to enjoy the early morning.

It took a tens of seconds longer than it usually did for the secret elevator to open after you had performed the inane song and dance routine Griese had deviced as a security measure. Whatever mother had put on for Bernard had to be quite a distraction. Once inside, you hiked up your skirt as the elevator door closed and you began the descent, slowly running your fingers along your labia and clit until you had worked up your arousal sufficiently to ignore his less attractive qualities. At all times, you kept your lidded gaze firmly locked on the camera, hoping he was watching

The pungent smell hitting you as you entered the command center was unmistakably that of a man's cum. It felt oh so familiar, like home in a way. The source was obvious. Bernard sat in his chair overlooking the cameras scattered around Vegas and since yesterday, mother's chambers. His jeans and underwear discarded on the floor, his lumberjack shirt unbuttoned all the way and hanging lose. Even knowing you were coming, he was holding his cock in his hand. You could see the rebellious member putting up a stiff resistance against the efforts of his cum-drenched hand.

“Mother has that effect on you, doesn't she.” You didn't bother with the little miss innocent act anymore, letting your voice drip with lust as you brushed your fingers over his shoulders. The surprised Bernard, to this his credit, snatched the pistol on the desk before he spun around on the chair to face you. Yet with his legs spread wide, and his black skin looking drained and beaded with sweat, the armed African American didn't look very threatening.

Although perhaps one of his slick fingers on the trigger would slip and end your immortal existence. You gave slight shrug accepting that possibility.

“Not the kind of gun, I'm interested in,” you said as you fell on your knees. He was helpless to resist and with the unspoken command let the pistol clatter to the floor. You leaned one of your chins against his cock, feeling each pulse of his heart with its throbbing through the skin. The aroma was even stronger up close, its heady scent tickling every instinct you had as a succubus. His down-turned gaze met yours, it was glazed over with unnatural desire. “Oh, you've cummed so much already but your balls still feels so full, Bernard. Had I know, I'd have saved Cora for later. I almost ate my fill with her last night.”

One day, you'd have to ask mother to teach you do that to women. From what you heard from Chad, Candy had the powerful men of Vegas wrapped around her finger. No point in stepping on her toes, not when you could split it equally while Lily ravenously consumed those slipping through the cracks to fuel her lust for magic. Sisterly kinship was important in any family, especially when competing for your mother's love and you were evil incarnate. But you don't think either would mind you keeping a few cocks like this for yourself.

“What... did you... do to Cora... foul Hellspawn...? And... no... not Taylor too?”

You left Bernard with his questions and extended your tongue to wrap around his cock and testicles until it was enveloped in a fleshy and coiling sheathe. The pre-cum leaking from his gland squished and lubricated his length together with your saliva until they were one frothy liquid leaking through the gaps of your tongue. He sunk down in his seat, growing and trying to keep his composure intact under your oral ministrations.

You heard the heel of one of his feet stomp the floor as he tried to reach the fallen gun, but you filtered it away as you released his massive cock briefly enough for you to press your parting lips against the head. A shudder passed through your spine each time he hit the palettes at the back of your mouth. Still there were several inches to go and with your hands pressing against his hairy thighs and aligned your head so he could slip inside your esophagus. His continued groaning were like music to your ears and you gagged as your throat expanded to take Bernard's girth.

Saliva ran in rivulets bubbled out along the edges of your lips, and ran down the length of his cock to his hanging balls before dripping onto the floor. The lubrication made it easy to repeatedly slide the cock up and down. And you took your time, expertly managing his arousal with slower bobs and then faster until the moment before he would no longer be able to hold himself back.

Bernard had stopped resisting and was pulling away your black hair before gripping the sides of your head tightly so he could thrust harder inside your mouth, leaving you to wonder what kind of experiences he had with sluts. But he wasn't doing anything you didn't want, so kept deepthroating him until you both had enough.

The stream of cum shooting out of his cock was unnatural. You were draining everything from him, enough to leave his balls aching for weeks before the true prize slipped down your gullet. His soul filled your stomach.

Bernard was a soulless, and completely yours like Taylor and, in her own way, Cora were.

You let him go and licked your lips to catch the last of the cum he had spilled. The words were almost superfluous, but you went through them anyway just to hear them. There isn't any true love to hold the commands back as they settle into the emptiness where soul had been housed.

“You belong to me utterly, Bernard. There is nothing you wouldn't do the serve the succubi, after all, we're meant to rule over humanity with my mother as our Queen. Now, clean up and then edit the tapes of anything that hints at mother's true form...,

Mmmhmm, good boy.”