Another feeding

‘Rose’ arched her back as the man grabbed a fistful of her hair. His tempo increased, thrusting into her with greater power than before. Gwen moaned even louder, bracing herself on all fours.

Since literally squeezing herself into the body of this mortal girl, the newly immortal succubus had spent half the night enjoying herself. However, vibrators and dildos could only do so much to cool her burning fire of lust. In life she may have been a devout lesbian, but Gwen knew what she needed: a man’s cock, and the special seed that came with it. So it was that, scarcely twelve hours after he’d had a drink thrown in his face by his ginger ex, this man was eagerly pounding her pussy from behind, not questioning why she seemed to have gained some weight in the interim.

“That’s right! Fuck me, fuck me baby!” Gwen moaned out in Rose’s voice. She was surprised at herself somewhat; she’d never been such a whore back as a human. But as with so many things, her chance encounter with Lilith had changed that. Now, staring into the nearby mirror, she could see nothing but a tattooed, sexy redhead, fucking with a man she wasn’t ashamed to admit she found quite attractive. It drove her to climax, Rose’s stolen body shaking as she came.

No sooner had Gwen come down from her orgasm than another one roared to life as she felt the hapless, groaning man begin to cum in her. The seed flowed into her rapidly, and she though she was currently having her mind blown by an atom bomb of pleasure, she could feel herself drink it up. More than just white fluid was being pumped into the hot redhead with every pulse of the man’s cock. Gwen laughed wickedly, the helpless man behind her withering, but still thrusting, unable to pull away even if he wanted to. After about a minute of this sweetly sickening sight, the man fell backwards onto the bed, his body as dry as the desert.

The succubus caught her breath for only a brief moment before turning, her eyes bright with unholy light. She could feel power course through her veins, just under Rose’s skin. That feeling—no, knowledge—that she could do anything, that she was an invincible sex goddess, came back with a ****. She’d never felt so hot, so powerful, so wonderfully strong. “Mmmm, I love the new me.” She said, licking her lips. Rose’s lips.

The possessed woman looked down to the desiccated male beneath her. “Thanks for the fuck, big boy.” She giggled, feeling her pussy, which had completely sucked up the man’s cum. “Bet you’re glad Rose here wanted to take you back.” Maybe once, when she was mortal, she might have felt bad about sucking that man dry. But now, scarcely a few days after being corrupted, the thought didn’t even enter her mind.

Gwen laid back down on the bed, sighing in contentment as she twirled a loose strand of Rose’s hair. Her thoughts drifted around aimlessly, wondering what she could do next. She could stay in Rose longer, and maybe see how far she could go to fool those Rose knew. Then again, she could be anyone she wanted now, couldn’t she?

The succubus began to think of her counterpart. Where could Lilith be now? For as many bodies as she’d hopped so far, the experienced demoness could be anywhere. Gwen could only imagine what she’d been up to in the 18 hours or so since they had parted ways. If she wanted to find her again, how could she even begin? She thought about reaching out, about attempting to communicate with Lilith telepathically just as they had earlier, but she stopped herself.

Another devious idea began to enter Gwen’s head. She could get back in touch with Lilith another way. She could find Lilith—before Lilith knew she’d been found.