Reika Rikudou

As he drew closer to her, David was able to make out more of the woman's features through the gloom of the dark street. She had huge tits. That was the first thing that drew his attention, and if there was anything that he would gladly be distracted by, it was tits that fucking big. They were like two great orbs of flesh, held in only by the green dress that the woman wore, a dress that was straining massively to contain them, and given that it had a zipper at the front, he was surprised it hadn't come undone all on its own.

After a moment of walking straight towards her, his eyes locked onto her tits the whole way, David realised how that might come off to the woman, especially in the context of a darkened street in the dead of night. He swiftly ripped his eyes up to fix on her [face.

It](http://face.It) was quite beautiful. She had a lazy sort of smile to her, almost melancholic, and for some reason it and it alone was able to stoke the fires of his desire even higher than they had previously been enflamed. And looking her up and down didn't help that any either.

The woman had a body with a buxom but soft appearance. She looked like she was incredibly plush, as if her entire body would yield to any advance made against it, but it was also sloping and incredible curvaceous.

And yet she didn't seem to respond to his approach at all. She simply kept smiling in her own way as she stood, seemingly waiting for something. He was becoming almost suspicious. In fact he could almost swear he had read something like this before somewhere online. A super hot whore stands about in a town somewhere after dark and lures in unsuspecting men, only to reveal she is some sort of succubus or snuff lover and kill him either during, after, or even worse, before sex.

He slowed down, cautious that he was about to find himself snuffed by the incredibly sexy woman, but then she turned her head to the side, looking off down the street away from him, and began to walk away, strutting sexily as she went.

Could this woman please not be sexy for one second!?! It was making it incredibly difficult to be suspicious of her.

He followed her for several minutes, not even trying to hide that he was doing so, and she seemed entirely fit to ignore his presence, striding away, the coat hanging from her shoulders hanging down to cover only the top half of her plump buttocks.

She came to a stop on another seemingly random street, but this time she knew exactly what she was looking for, her gaze turning to a nearby rooftop just as, in a sparkle of purple lights, a small girl manifested out of thin air. She was small, incredibly petite, and definitely a young child. Despite this, her clothing was an erotic, form fitting sheer purple dress, with small metal golden petals over her tiny breasts. This combined with her white hair made her not come off as a child to his senses.

This girl seemed far more... strange than the grown woman. Erotic like her mother(?) but in an entirely different way. And hanging from her lip was a drool like white string, a similar string dripping from her left hand, which she drew up to her mouth and began to lick clean, before being stopped by the older woman. The whore reached into her pocket, and retrieved a folded pure white handkerchief, which she gently dabbed over her daughter's features to wipe away the semen.

And then the girl looked towards him, her crimson red eyes piercing. And she changed. Before his eyes she grew, first into a teenager, and then up into an incredibly attractive and physically mature woman, possibly even exceeding her mother in every category. And licked her lips.

"Hello there my dear." She purred at him, strutting towards him with a clearly exaggerated sway to her hips, her incredibly curvaceous figure moving from side to side in a perfectly rhythmic fashion that was almost hypnotic. "Don't worry. I'll submerge you in the flames of love like all the others."

She pressed into his chest, and he realised that her growth had even exceeded his own body, him now being **** to look up at her face, currently twisted into a promise of pure lust and love, her bulbous breasts pressing into his shoulders and almost swelling up to surround his neck.

"H-hello." He stuttered out in response. "You're not a succubus are you?" His brain spat out before he could stop it.

"Hahahaha!" She tittered to herself lightly in response, her eyes dancing with amusement. One hand came up to his face, brushing against it and then lightly pushing a strand of his hair back behind his ear. "You could call me that if you want, but you will never find a succubus who could come close to the pleasure I'm about to bring to you."

"Ahaha." He chuckled to himself lightly, clearly fake, but enough to momentarily distract himself from his overwhelming fear and lust. Scarousal. "Wouldn't it be the normal thing for the Succubus to let the man play with her before she feeds?"

She cocked her head to the side momentarily in thought. "I... suppose you're right." She said, and instantaneously she was stepping back, her entire physique and body language changing in an instant as if her entire mind had been altered in a single instant. Her hands traced up her sides, demonstrating how thin her outfit was, how easy it was to see through it. "Then come. My body is yours until you are... satisfied" She breathed out heavily, almost moaning the words at him.

The other woman stood calmly in the background, the same melancholic smile on her face, though perhaps a little wider. Both waited for him to move. To do something.