Control yourself, and her

You pound your rigid pole in and out of the succubus, her glorious breasts swaying with the **** of each thrust, her steaming slit grasping at you as though trying to suck you in. She throws her head back and moans, red lips parting to show you her demonic fangs. Though she bears the undeniable marks of the demon realm it only seems to increase her allure. You want her more now than when you were fooled into believing her human.

And yet...you reach down and wrap her throat in your hand, squeezing, not hard enough to **** but only to pin her to the bed. You slam your cock into her and she stares at you, smiling, her golden eyes beckoning for you to cum. You smile back and pull your entire cock out of the exquisite warmth of her pussy. You stay in that position, pinning her to the bed by her neck, your cock poised only an inch above her steaming slit.

"What are you doing?" Anja coos. "Finish, Hans. Fill me with your cum. I want to feel it inside me."

You inch your cock down so that it drags against her slit, the outer lips parting, welcoming you into her depths. But you deny her, meeting her hypnotic gaze, teasing her pussy and clit with your cock until she begins to grow angry. She pulls at you, wraps you in her thighs, but if she tries to for you inside her you tighten you grip on her throat until she relents.

"You'll not have my soul, demon," you say. "I do not fear you."

"Fear me?" she says. "Hans, I want you to love me. Feel how much I love you."

"This is not love, demon. You attempt to feed on my soul, beckoning with your beauty and your pleasure. But I..."

You allow your cock to slowly sink into her quivering slit, savoring the feel of her warmth surrounding your hard prick.

"...I am the one in control now."

Thus begins your **** of the succubus. For half a day you lay with her on the bed, thrusting betwee her thighs, rolling her onto her knees and taking her from behind, laying beside her, even kissing her, but never cumming. Each time she tries to clamp her legs around you, draw you into her and **** you to orgasm, and each time you leave her gnashing her teeth and moaning with denied pleasure.

As the day lengthens into afternoon you bend her over cushions, spread her sweet cheeks apart, and lick her delicate, pink hole. She gasps and moans with pleasure, pushing back against your face, but you're not interested in her pleasure. You wet her with your tongue, then kneel behind her, pressing your cock between her cheeks and slowly thrusting your prick into the tightness and heat of Anja's luscious ass.

You fuck her gently, but steadily, and after several minutes of this she begins to beg.

"Hans, please, I will give you anything, please, cum for me," she pleads, her leathery wings shivering against her back.

"Your true name," you say. "Tell it to me."

She resists, but you **** her further, licking between her legs until her sweet juices gush into your mouth and even allowing her to suck you some more. She can finally stand no more and in a fit of anger she wails the name. You cannot pronounce it, but it doesn't matter. The syllables burn into your memory, unlocking complete, magical control over the succubus. She is now completely and utterly yours to control.

"Please," she begs, "I have surrendered myself to you. Please. Cum for me."