Let her have a meal

Anja's kissing on your neck and her insistant fingers on the lump in your trousers has you enthralled.

"Take whatever you need," you tell her and she immediately locks her lips over yours. She shifts her shape back to the dead elf guard Laaewin. She is blonde and slim compared to the shapely succubus, but her movements as she undresses are familiar.

"Do you like this shape?" she asks with a whisper in your ear.

"For a change," you admit. "Though I prefer your more...plentiful...beauty at most times."

She winks at the compliment and sheds the pieces of armor. She dances, her body lithe and agile and her golden elven skin dappled with spots of pale white and elegant curving tattoos along her thighs and across her flat stomach. Her breasts are much smaller and pert, with pink nipples so pale they are almost the color of the surrounding flesh and no bigger than a pebble.

You take the shape-shifting demon in your arms and pull her onto your lap. She straddles you and kisses you, the neat triangle of trimmed hair and the softness of her sex pressing down against your sensitive prick. Her lips are thinner and her kiss tastes faintly of charcoal or smoke. Is this the burned aftertaste of her meals?

"I need you inside me," Anja gasps into your kiss and reaches down to lower your trousers. The hard length of your cock springs free and her fingers gather it up and stroke it with great care, teasing every contour and sensitive ridge with her fingers before guiding it to the warm entrance of her dripping sex. "Tell me to take it. Beg me to drink your essence."

"It is my desire," you kiss her long neck, smelling the exotic elf-flesh. "I am your feast. Take what you need, but leave me enough to survive."

She leans back and looks you in the eye, a wicked smile on her lips.

"I would never dream of drinking your entire soul," she says and you know it's a lie, but she seems to enjoy the boundaries you have established for her. Or she enjoys testing them.

Her cunt is impossibly tight, but yields as she impales herself slowly on your straining fuckspear. Her hot sex swallows you up and grasps you in its velvety wetness. She reaches behind her firm ass and grasps your balls, squeezing them gently as she slowly begins to ride your cock. You hold her ass with both hands and soon thrust up to meet the languid roll of her hips. She is deliberate, slow, and seems eager to draw out your pleasure - or hers. Her lips travel your shoulders and down your muscular chest and her tongue tease your nipple, so light it feels like a viper.

She strokes your chin and kisses you, her tongue burning hot in your mouth, her mouth even hotter around your tongue. Her eyes flash golden as her lust grows. She's moving faster and faster, her back arching with her rolling hips, her cunt moving around you like a mouth, drawing out your climax. Drawing out your essence.

"I can feel it," she hisses. "Feed me, my master. Fill me with your power."

"You're burning like a fire," you moan and thrust into her faster and faster.

You can feel yourself on the edge of your orgasm. You try to hold it back. Try to lengthen it. Your cock stiffens and you can do no more to hold back. Her boiling cunt spills its juices down your balls and her gripping tunnel is all you can think of as you feel the ecstatic peak of your climax. Your cock begins to spasm within the furnace of her loins and your cum gushes into her in heavy spurts.

"Yessss," she throws back her head, her platinum mane of elf's hair spilling down her bare back, her breasts thrusts towards your face. "Give me every drop, my master!"

With your orgasm you feel your power being drained. Each hot blast of your cum disappears into the burning mouth of her cunt and is swallowed up along with some small measure of your life ****. The pleasure is only heightened by this perilous sensation. She is feeding on your very life essence and it is incredible, as pleasurable as the orgasm itself. Your orgasm goes on far longer than you thought possible. After more than a minute your cock is still spasming and your balls are beginning to ache. You feel certain she has betrayed you and does not intend to stop until you are a lifeless husk, but no, she slows and then stops her rolling hips.

You sink back against the wall of the alcove and she follows you down, showering you with kisses. Your entire body aches and you feel as though you've gone three days without sleep. Anja, on the other hand, seems radiant with life and happiness. She lifts herself from your shriveling prick and curls beside you. You want to go to sleep, but after only a few minutes to rest she shakes you awake, still in the form of the dead elf. She begins dressing herself and then you.

"We cannot linger long," she says, pulling on your trousers. "I can sense night guards approaching. They will search these places for vagrants. Come, I know a place where we can find a good night's rest."

"Where is that?" you ask as you stumble into the street behind her.

"Laaewin's house," she says. "She shares it with her husband. Unless you have somewhere else you would rather us go?"

You have very little money, but you might be able to afford the seedier brothels. Perhaps a night with a woman other than Anja would recharge your life ****.