The Black Cat

“Mmmm Brandy… I’m sooo glad you’ve decided to stay here a while longer,” mumbled the slobbering slut, now moving to tweak her tiny nipples at the sight of her gorgeous new acquaintance.

Roth regained his composure, staring silently at the intruder. He admired her curves through her elastic getup before he got lost in the bottomless eyes of the masked woman.

Brandy smirked at the sight, “I can’t help but feel a little jealous that you brought in some outside help." She turned to the nude stranger but still spoke to the intoxicated doll, "I thought you might have wanted to get hot and heavy, but I didn't expect it to get this... messy.”

Noticing the costumed beauty’s gaze shifting to the downpour outside, Roth turned to close the still-open window pane.

In turning back he was struck by the sight of the spandex clad siren, who had quickly crossed the room and mounted her meaty backside on Dahlia’s pencil-thin waist. His breathing began to quicken once more.

Dahlia giggled into the ear of her chosen partner, as the tall woman on top rose to her full height. Her silver mane flowed down her back and stopped at her impossibly wide birthing hips. Suddenly, Dahlia's playmate dove into her mouth, procuring passionate moans from the closeted wench. They made out sloppily; the bodacious kitty rocked her body back & forth to probe her tongue deeper into his mortal sex-doll. As the pace of her swaying picked up, the top bitch's left hand took a break from caressing Dollie's jaw and rose to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Dollie began to breathe rapidly. Panning right, he noticed that the costumed girl had her fingers ferociously thrusting in and out of her lover's snatch. Dahlia's heavy breathing turned into panting. She screamed in passion

"Ohh, Brandy! HARDER, baby. Fuck yes!"

Brandy leaned backwards with a sultry smile, giving you a great view of her face and tits.

“Don’t tell me you can’t get it up for another thirty minutes… I want the stud that I heard ravaging her through the door.”

Roth smiled knowingly. This gorgeous woman, clad in a Black Cat costume was hellbent on joining the fun, and he would oblige.

The now-rock hard man stepped to the far side of the room, turning to reach for the back of Brandy’s skintight black suit.

In one swift motion, he lowered himself to his knees and began to caress her inhuman ass. In slow circular motions, he started down her hips to her lightly covered asshole.

Brandy leaned forward to smother her submissive doll in her bust. In doing so, she stretched the thin spandex around her butt to maximum tension. The mysterious man took the opportunity she presented, pushing his thumbs through the material and into her now-gaping anus.

“Ohhh yeah. That’s it, boy,” the feline purred.

“Hmmmmmmm mmmmm,” came the muffled moans of the blonde slut under her.

Roth felt his vision go red, probing deeper and deeper, rubbing the walls of Brandy’s tight hole. In a subsequent motion, he punctured her suit, exposing her thinly veiled flesh to the air. Savagely, he ripped the hem of the suit open and dropped to his knees to taste the silver-tongued specimen.

He snapped out of his lust. The taste was unmistakable.

Brandy is a succubus.

****

“No more teasing, stranger. You’ve got a job to do…” growled the seductress.

He decided to continue playing along, maintaining control of his inner animal and recalling the effects her pheromones would have on a man.

He entered her slick cunt, throwing caution to the wind and moving in and out with gusto.

Brandy groaned loudly in approval, moaning in rhythm with each thrust.

Minutes later, Dahlia started to mumble incoherently into the succubus’ muffling cleavage. She was getting close to her second orgasm of the night. Roth knew he had to act fast to prevent her complete corruption.

He grasped at the torn spandex hanging from the side of the vixen’s hips and tore away her suit. The elastic skin dropped onto Dahlia’s lithe body, getting in the way of the fingering beneath him.

Pounding the demon’s pussy faster and faster, he shouted in feigned tension, “FUCK! Getting close, Brandy!”

“Hngggh, c'mon stud, unload yourself inside me! All you have to do is relinquish your soul.”

She was now completely lost in the throes of the movement of his enormous package. Never had a mortal gotten her this flustered, she admired. He would truly make a one-of-a-kind incubus.

She let herself go, bucking her hips into him in time with every thrust. His movements quickened to an impossible pace, and she began to growl in pure lust at the brutal fucking this beast was dishing out.

“Ahhhhhhh! Yeah, Brandy. Take it. My soul is yours!”, he shouted in convincing lust.

He slammed into the succubus for a final time as she simultaneously diverted her attention to the other of her corrosive threesome.

In her motion to pull aside the spandex beneath her, she shed her mortal foil. Her skin turned a deep scarlet and her tailbone elongated into a lengthy & thick phallus. The folds of her slit gripped themselves tight, locking away the contents of his release inside of her. Her lips and sensitive flesh turned an unmistakable black, and she moved her unsheathed tool to Dahlia’s again-uncovered lips.

_"Wait", she thought._

She hesitated, lost in her confusion. This man had not ejaculated at all. She felt no surge of satisfaction or power. She felt no gratification at the collection of another soul.

She hissed in anger, glaring back at him.

Taking the opportunity, Roth adeptly grabbed the base of her tail with his right thumb, hooking his middle and index fingers into the hole he had just exited. The succubus screeched in pain and pleasure, writhing in a **** attempt to escape his clutches. The beings' left arm wrapped around Brandy's throat, the crook of his elbow silencing her audible cries for help.

He lifted her with inhuman strength, pressing her back onto his smaller chest.

He struggled to contain her thrashing body in this form. Recognizing his clear physical disadvantage, he willed himself to a towering 6’9” and tightened his **** hold.

Dahlia, overcome by her heat, angrily moaned, “What is with you today? First you refuse to get me off, now you want complete control over the one person who actually wanted to bring me to release?”

She shouted, “You’re such a masochistic asshole, Roth!!”

"Don't pretend like you don't love me for it", he thought, annoyed. Brandy turned silent and motionless.

After ensuring that his captive was properly subdued, he growled back at his frustrated friend.

“Shut your damn mouth, Dahl. I have to take care of this thing. It would have taken complete control of you if I hadn't stopped it”

The music outside noticeably stopped. “Grab your clothes and go down the fire escape. I’ll call you when it's safe again.”

Dollie would have been angry had she been sober. Fortunately, her limitless lust and frustration peaked at the sight of her enormous lover holding her otherworldly predator like a doll.

Roth nodded towards his pants and told her to take his keys.

"Don’t talk to anyone until you’re at my place. I’ll meet you there."

Dahlia dressed herself haphazardly, lifted the unlatched windowpane, and slid out of her bedroom. He followed, Brandy still limp in his arms.

Roth was no longer possessed by lust or curiosity. His anger had faded into resolve as he stopped to peer through the living room window for the succubi he was sure had accompanied his captive.

Through the blinds, he was vaguely able to make out two females busting through the door in a blind panic. His survival instincts won out as dark demonic wings unfolded from the tattoos etched on his shoulderblades.

The enigmatic being flew away from the famous apartment.