A Predator’s Flight

You soar into the air. The feel of the wind against your naked body is intensely arousing. The hollow ache inside you desperately needs to be filled.

You scan the ground below you, looking at the ruins of the city. Human bodies litter the landscape, nothing more than empty husks already devoured by predators.

Your arousal grows so intense you begin to have trouble thinking. Feral lust threatens to overwhelm you. Then you see him. He is a predator, but he has a soul. As black as it may be, it will be nourishment for you.

You land. You wrap a glamour of innocence around you. You enter into a partially destroyed house.

A deep voice booms. “You shouldn’t be in here.”

Your pussy drips. “Please, there are demons out there. Just let me stay for a bit.”

He enters into the foyer. He is more attractive than you expected from a serial killer. He is muscular, well groomed with deep blue eyes. He looks nothing like the monster inside of him.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I...I...have nowhere else to go.” You manage to sound terrified.

“Very well.” He growls.

You turn towards the door. You feel a hypodermic needle push into your neck. The **** is potent enough to make you feel very relaxed. You close your eyes.

You open them to find yourself in a basement dungeon. You admire the decor, while feigning unconsciousness. You see whips, paddles, nipple clamps, pokers, and an array of fetishistic gear. Between the decor, the gear, and the lascivious expression on your captors face you are all hot and bothered.

He walks up next to you. You smell his musky body odor. He slaps you in the face. The pain makes your pussy tingle.

“Wakey, wakey.”

You crack open an eye. You put on your best frightened expression. You feel his lust building, a delicious aperitif.

He gives your face another pleasurable slap. As a Succubus, you can enjoy pain and you love a little role play.

He laughs at at your fear and grabs a nipple clamp.

“Please no!”

He tears your dress off, exposing your perky breasts.

You whimper.

“Enough wining.”

He jams a ball gag in your mouth. It feels wonderfully full. He clips the nipple clamps on and tightens. You feel his lust grow and you are positively soaking wet.

He grabs a paddle and turns you, exposing your ass. He slaps the paddle as hard as he can. You ass turns a much more natural red.

Your aura of lust is infecting him. He pulls off your ball gag.

“Oh please, please mister, don’t **** me!”

He laughs. You can feel his arousal as well as see the tent in his pants. He walks over to the wall to get a knife. It’s part of his ritual, no doubt, but you are losing patience. You want his cock now.

He laughs and drops his pants. You grin victoriously as he penetrates you. His cock is a nice size and your whimpering seems to drive him wild. Still he isn’t ready to cum. You drop part of your glamour and wrap your tail around his leg to make certain he can’t escape.

Suddenly you realize why he hasn’t cum.

“Stab me, take me.” You cry in encouragement.

He pulls out the dagger and drives it into your back and he cums.

You begin devouring his filthy black soul. Soon he drops to the floor, a dessicated corpse. You pull the knife from your back, his energy helping you heal instantly.

You caress his dry wrinkled face.

“Shame, you would have made a good demon. I found you first though.”

You exit the half collapsed house and see...