Eva Out For a Late Night Flight

The open skylight was a welcoming invitation. Usually, such a window on the roof of a three-story house didn't act as an open door, but for a ravenous succubus, it was a welcome mat.

As Eva dropped to the bathroom floor with hardly a flutter of her wings her eyes peered effortlessly through the dark. The master bedroom’s adjoining bathroom was vacant and dark except for the dull glow of a nightlight in one corner.

With previously unknown grace and agility, Eva stalked over to the night light removing it and immersing herself in further darkness. Gazing out into the master bedroom everything was still, as it should be considering the hour.

Glamouring her wings away to streamline her movements, whilst also removing some of her imposing demonic appearance if seen.

With feline grace Eva stalked out onto the carpeted floor, eyes locked on the abstract forms wrapped in their sheets. She could smell them, every step she took aroused her more and more. The sleeping innocents lying still as **** victims for the evil that lurks in the dark.

The Henderson's had never met Eva. If they had they would have thought she was a sweet girl, and she had been. But tonight she had been perverted into something darker, more alluring, and insatiable. This Eva, intended on finding out what the Henderson's thought of a few things.

Eva had parted ways with her former fiance after the familial orgy where Melissa had damned them all. Each of them had set out to find someone new to join them, Melissa had even mentioned changing the neighbourhood, for the better of course. Looking to the bed Eva focused on what she wanted, the thrill of fetching her new god souls.

The husband, lay peacefully on his side, mouth drooling as he breathed heavily his conscious mind distant from the threat analyzing his face. With silent hurried paces, Eva came around the other side of the bed.

Eva smiled devilishly, the buxom woman was relegated to sleeping on her back. Such was the burden of being gifted with such cleavage. Resisting the urge to cup Mrs Henderson's breasts Eva gazed around the room carefully.

Leaning over top of Mrs Henderson, Eva braced herself on the bed's headboard. With one hand clenching a breast, Eva delicately positioned it over her sleeping victim. Suppressing a lust filled moan, Eva massaged the breast with her hand, squeezing droplets of corrupting milk from her lactating breasts. She watched as it dripped innocuously down, into Mrs. Henderson's mouth.

Drip... Drip... Drip...

Margaret was having a plain ordinary dream. So bland she was unlikely to remember it upon waking. But that was changing. The bright sun, and perfect beach, the relaxing chair, and the roar of waves the only companions on the almost empty beach. Looking to her right she smiled at her husband, thinking it was great to finally get away to Costa Rica.

“Senorita, a beverage?” Margaret gazed to her left, looking upon the brown skin of a voluptuous Latina. She held out a coconut, cleaved open.

Margaret took it without thought and sipped from the straw. The taste was unexpected and exquisite. Sipping more she wondered how much booze was in it as she fell a flush warmth spread down her neck and across her chest.

“More?” Margaret looked at the woman as the sound of air resonated from the straw between her lips.

Feeling slightly embarrassed Margaret passed back the coconut, eagerly compelled to watch it be refilled.

The latina smiled happily at Margaret, reaching behind her back she pulled a string dropping the bikini top that had been supporting her breasts. Margaret watched, with envy and feeling entranced, watching the full and voluptuous tits hang free, a hand soon groped and massaged droplets free, slowly drizzling into the coconut.

Margaret licked her lips, she felt so thirsty for more. She didn't want to wait.

“Is there uh… Faster way to get more?” Margaret couldn't believe she just asked that. Even though it was exactly what she was thinking.

“Only if you drink it straight.” The woman responded with a thick Hispanic accent, stepping closer and holding a breast out.

Margaret leaned towards it, something not quite feeling right as her tongue reached out to the moist nipple and the droplet…

The taste. As it made contact with Margaret's tongue she launched up eagerly sucking the tit into her mouth, guzzling eagerly on the breast milk streaming fluidly into her mouth. She gazed needily up at the Latina.

As she drank deep and hard the latina smiled down on her, her hand brushing Margaret's bangs clear of her face, the hand then brushed caringly and affectionately down Margaret's cheek, and to her chest.

For a moment Margaret had a flash, it was as if she suddenly saw another reality, she was in her darkened room, sleepily sucking on the breast of a shadow clad woman looking down on her, she could feel her shirt splitting open smoothly.

The latina fondled a breast, her eyes became locked seductively with Margaret goading her on as she attempted to quench her seemingly only growing thirst.

Margaret soon moved her left hand up to hold the breast as she unlatched, fondling its fullness half envious hers weren't as full. Her mouth soon toyed with the other breast eager to see if it too was laden with the same sweet delicious nectar.

Margaret reached over Will on her right. How could he just be sleeping on such a perfect beach, he had to try this stuff. Pulling him over he continued to be unresponsive as Margaret's hand slid down his body and took hold of his flaccid penis.

Margaret didn't know what she was doing or why, this was just a dream. One getting more excited as her hand fumbled his flaccid penis.

With one hand on a breast, and the other massaging a slowly hardening cock Margaret felt herself content. Such a wonderful, arousing dream…

As Margaret's hand thumbed the firming head of her husband’s cock she blinked and everything changed.