Drained of energy, but not dangerously so. He’s still hard though...

Now, what Tom hadn’t really considered when he’d set all of this into motion were the consequences involved. After all, his wish was shaped by the ideas he had of the fantasy creature in question. One of the main characteristics of the succubus was how it fed from sex, draining the other person of their life energy, often in a deadly way. But he lucked out, because the feeding didn’t kill him. It did leave him feeling like he’d just run a marathon though, out of breath and exhausted.

But another thing he was, was still hard. Sarah clearly enjoyed the meal, looking satisfied in a deeply unholy way. “Oooohhhh...” she moaned, running her hands over her blue skin. “That was just what I needed.” But her eyes fell to his still rock-hard cock, and she shivered. “Of course, I could always use more.” She laid back on the bed they shared, then arched a finger to draw him closer. “Come on, big boy, show me what you’ve got.”

As if entranced, Tom didn’t really think about anything as he did as she asked, coming closer and starting to fuck her seemingly perpetually drenched pussy. It was like nothing Tom had ever felt before. It was like her pussy could massage his cock like a hand, and in no time at all he was blowing a second load into her. With it, another chunk of his life left him, and he blacked out.

When he came to, the first thing he saw was his Mistress. For some reason, that was the only way he could think about his wife now, it was just what came to mind. She was looking down at him, her demonic face twisted in concern and fear. “Tom, you’re okay, aren’t you?” His muscles screamed in protest when he tried to move, but he managed it anyway, managing to lift himself up so he could look at her, eye to eye. “How...how do you feel?”

After shaking his head, Tom fought the instinct to be completely submissive to her, instead telling her, “I’m...drained? It’s like every time you take my cum, you’re taking more than that too. It’s pleasurable, for sure, but it kind of hurts too.” It felt like, as hard as it was, pushing past that demonic programming she’d subconsciously put on him broke it, he didn’t feel it in him anymore. But he also knew, with certainty, that the next time they fucked, it would be back, and stronger than before.

Now his wife’s face looked deeply conflicted. “It looks like this whole ‘becoming a succubus’ thing isn’t as great as I thought...” She looked down at her body appreciatively. “I’m gorgeous as Hell, literally, but it hurts you to feed.” Sarah stared into the middle distance, as if reading something Tom couldn’t see. “Hmm, I think I’m full enough to go without for a day, maybe two. Hopefully you’ve recovered by then?” Tom sure hoped so, because otherwise his wife would start to starve.