Let her have a snack

Anja's kissing on your neck and her insistant fingers on the lump in your trousers are taking their toll on your willpower. You are weary from the day's adventures and could use a hot meal, yet you cannot deny the aching in your loins. The comely succubus seems to sense she is winning the battle and her grasp tightens around your prick through the rough fabric of your trousers. Her breath is hot against your ear, her tongue on your earlobe.

"Just a little, master," she begs and kisses your neck. "I'll make you feel so good."

"Ohh," you groan and let your head sink back against the wall of the darkened alcove. "Very well, you may have a taste, but be quick about it."

The succubus kisses your lips with hers. She smells of spice and a woman's natural arousal and her eyes flash golden in the darkness of the alcove. While the evening bustle of the elven city carries on in the street the shapely demoness slides her hand into your trouser and skillfully strokes your prick. Her hot lips and tongue against your and her practiced hand is nearly enough to make you release your seed. Anja has other ideas.

Brushing her lustrous red hair from her face and her clothing falls to the ground in a pool as though petals plucked from a flower. In her natural form her large breasts sway with her movement and her large, hard nipples seem to long for your mouth. Her shapely hips and heart-shaped ass are the perfection of womanhood and as she drops to a crouch before you there is only lust in your heart. She sense your eagerness and draws out your prick. It's dripping with your precum.

"Magnificent," Anja says, admiring it.

She pushes your cock up against your belly to kiss and lick along the underside, lapping at your balls and tasting the honey leaking from your cock's slit. Her tongue grazes the ridges and traces the bulging head. You lower your hands to her hair and guide her mouth to your straining cock. The feel of it sinking between her ovalled limps and into the hot chamber of her mouth is exquisite. She effortlessly swallows every inch you feed her and you feel your cock buried in her throat. She looks up and massages your shaft with her tongue, the ring of her lips tight against your body.

You feel the urge to thrust into her mouth, to fuck her face, but you know better. She is expert in these matters and can deliver more pleasure than you could ever take. She begins to slide her lips up and down your cock. As she sucks her fingers stroke your cum-heavy balls. A wagon trundles past the alcove drawn by long-legged animals similar to horses. An apple-seller wanders past calling out the names of various varieties he sells from his push-cart. Anja ignores such distractions and slurps vigorously on your swelling fuckstick.

She is moving faster and faster and responding to the growing urgency in your body. Her breasts sway and her hair bounces. The sounds of her licking and sucking fills the alcove. You can feel your climax building like floodwaters behind a crumbling dam.

"Don't stop," you moan, leaning heavily against the wall as your pet succubus suctions your cock with great skill. "Oh Gods, I'm close."

"Mmmmpphmmmm," Anja answers, stroking your cock with her hand and bobbing rapidly on just the sensitive head. Her tongue is pressed against your oozing slit, soft and warm and turning like the propeller of a dwarven steamship.

Your cock stiffens. Pleasure seizes your loins and spreads up your belly to your chest.

"Ahhhh!" you cry you reach the peak of smoldering pleasure in her talented mouth. A moment later the first burst of cum surges from your cock and pumps into her sucking mouth. You feel even greater pleasure than usual as with each blast of spunk that boils out from your throbbing dick Anja swallows a tiny measure of your lifeforce. Your orgasm is intense and prolonged by her willfull sucking and sounds of lusty pleasure. She is draining your balls and your essence according to her hunger. You feel a moment of panic and fear that she might never stop making you cum in her swallowing throat.

Finally, with great ****, she pulls her head up from your cock with a loud pop of suction. White spunk coats her tongue as she strokes out a final dribble of sperm from your raw and sensitive cockhead. She swallows the cum and stands, holding her luscious body against yours and kissing you in the alcove. You can feel your lust threatening to resurface as her salty tongue presses into your mouth and you taste, along with traces of your seed, the smoke-charred flavor of your own essence devoured by the demoness. Your hands slide down to her firm ass and you feel the heat of her bare bottom and give it a squeeze.

"Now master," she says, pulling her lips from yours and stroking your cock. "No more tonight. You will soon feel the effects of my feeding and would regret any more."

"Yes," you confess. "I can already feel the weakness in my limbs."

She strokes your cheek almost lovingly, peering into your eyes. You realize, although you are her master, she holds incredible power over you as well. She may not be able to kill you outright, but in moments such as these she could take whatever else she desires.

Feeling suddenly very tired you slide down the wall and sit upon the ground. You want to go to sleep, but after only a few minutes to rest Anja shakes you awake, resuming 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. "The elf guard. She shares the house 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 ****.