Crazy Seduction(erotica)

“A SATYR?!? Oh my god! You left a young Succubus and a young Satyr alone together?!?” Camila gasped and raced for the door. “Felix! Have my car waiting downstairs! Have Mr. Duncan meet me there! Sigrid, let’s go!”

Paloma was so hot! Her skin tingled with need. As she was dragged from the depths of her rest her eyes cracked open and she felt eyes on her. She felt their caress on her body and she began to squirm as the tingle began to be concentrated on the sensitive flesh between her legs. She felt herself growing wet and she began to pant. She wanted him, this watcher. She felt his hunger radiating from him in waves. His hunger was raw and untamed. Unconsciously she drew her knees together and lifted her ass up from the mattress whimpering with her own need for him to touch her, taste her, and take her.

She jumped when large hands gripped her hips and yanked her closer to the end of the bed. She cried out in joy when his tongue roughly stroked across her dripping pussy lips and sucked in her breath when his tongue thrust deeply into her wet channel. She moaned in disappointment when his tongue pulled away but screamed silently when his thick cock replaced it and drove deep into her body. It stretched her wide and filled her completely and then some. Her voice had failed her though she continued to scream as he fucked her roughly with his desperate hunger.

She was losing her mind. It was so good! It was too good! She’d never had someone take her so passionately. She’d had a few men get rough with her, play the dominance game or just been cruel. These were weak games compared to what she was experiencing now. There were no cruel intentions here, just hunger and intense need. Her body was responding automatically, rushing up on her release yet he showed no signs of weakening or even slowing. She- oh fuck- she wasn’t going to- FUCK! last!

A Succubus’ body was the perfect receptacle for a Satyr’s lust as it adjusted to fit his size and took the driving impacts without damage.

That said, there were limits to how much pleasure Paloma could absorb. Stanley still showed no signs of slowing or reaching his own release as she crashed through a jaw clenching, full body earth tremor orgasm which rolled on and on until she was spent.

Stanley pulled free from her body and she looked back weakly at the heavy appendage bobbing and swaying before his body. He flipped her onto her back and tossed her further up the bed as she squeaked. He leapt on the bed kneeling between her legs and guided himself into her wet opening, driving himself deep once more. She was stunned to feel herself respond.

He captured her mouth with his and kissed her. She took his face in her hands and guided the kiss, slowing him down and his hips slowed down as well. Soon they were moving together, languidly, enjoying the sensations as they arrived and passed. Paloma heard Stanley moan and knew he was finally getting close to his release. She was grateful as she was exhausted and was about to hit her second peak as well.

She heard him gasp and then he drove himself deep one last time, grinding himself against her once he reached bottom. Her pleasure was sharp and intense and she cried out as she clung to him, riding her pleasure higher. Stanley came explosively, roaring his bliss as his hips twitched and rolled, surge after surge of cum firing deep inside her.

Paloma once more felt the wildfire energies sweeping through her body but there was nowhere for it to go, her cells were already saturated. She cried out as more and more poured into her and her body began to change in reaction to the overflow. Her blue-black skin started to lighten, the energies bleaching her pigment. Once the pigment was replaced it looked for other places to go.

The sound of running feet came from outside the bedroom and Mr. Duncan burst into the room. He jumped to the bed and pulled Stanley off of Paloma, wrapping his arms under Stanley’s and behind his head, pinning him.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Ms. Villamor and Ms. Gunderan rushed in after the Security Chief and took in the scene. Seeing her daughter’s skin becoming a pearly white she turned on Stanley and saw his erection was still surging. Surprising everyone she dropped to her knees and took his cock deep into her throat.

Stanley cried out and his body spasmed as the halted orgasm suddenly continued. He jolted three more times as the rest of his cum was swallowed by the woman.

She squeezed the remaining cum from his relaxing cock as she pulled it free from her mouth. She rose back to her feet as Stanley slumped in Mr. Duncan’s grip.

“Sit him in the chair.” Camila said pointing to the corner as she used the tip of her finger to scoop a little spilled essence into her mouth.

Sigrid was red faced with shock and embarrassment as she handed her a tissue. “What the hell did you do that for?” she growled.

Camila’s eyes flashed a warning at the tall woman. “Paloma has taken an overdose. I had to know if his energy is toxic. The small sample I took was safe enough for me and now I know she’s not in any danger.”

In truth, the ‘small sample’ she’d taken was currently flooding her body with waves of bliss she was struggling to hide. She blinked as she looked at her daughter’s shimmering skin. She reached out to touch the young woman’s thigh with her fingertip and Paloma gasped and sighed in her sleep. Camila’s head snapped back as a wave of wild energy surged up her arm, the overflow bleeding off of her daughter. She blinked herself back to self-awareness in the arms of Sigrid.

“My god! She’s saturated!”

“What does that mean?” Sigrid asked as she held the woman carefully until she was able to stand on her own.

“I- I don’t know. I’ve never seen anyone absorb that much energy. She’s going to need to burn it off. She can’t contain any more.”

“What about this one?” Mr. Duncan drew their attention back to the corner where Stanley sat on the chair with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. His cock had finally relaxed but remained a… sizable distraction for Camila while her body was still buzzing happily. She turned to Sigrid.

“Could you find something for him to wear in the closet?” she asked the tall blond. Camila approached Stanley who looked up when he saw her feet.

“Are you alright Stanley?” she asked gently.

He made a stifled snorting sound and looked at her incredulously. “I don’t think so! What do you think?”

She frowned. Sigrid returned with a robe. A very large robe. Camila looked back at her daughter and sighed. She took it and handed it to Stanley. “Please put this on and we’ll talk out in the living room.”

He took the robe and stood. He put it on and tied it tight around himself. It was big, even on his new body and reached the ground. He saw it had a hood as well and wondered what kind a dressing gown this was. With a troubled glance over at Paloma, he followed Camila and Sigrid out into the living room.

The two women sat on the couch and Stanley took a chair beside it. Mr. Duncan sat on a stool near the door. Guarding the exit.

“Was this your first time?” Camila asked.

Stanley reeled back at the personal question. This woman was his boss, not someone he wanted to discuss losing his virginity with!

Camila closed her eyes and shook her head. “The first time you changed.”

“Oh!” Stanley’s face flushed. “Yes. I don’t understand. What the hell am I? How did I… change? Can you tell me how I can change back?” he gasped. “And… what the hell is a Succubus?”

“Have you never read any books on fantasy, folklore, myths and magical beings?” Camila asked.

He frowned and shook his head. “That’s all nonsense and a waste of time. Superstitions are a weakness of the mind. There are far better things to occupy a mind with like Science. Real information to absorb and understand,” he said firmly.

Camila shared a look with Sigrid and caught the Security Chief’s wide amused grin.

“Stanley, you’re a Satyr. A creature out of the myths you are denying as nonsense,” she said gently.

He looked at her as if she’d just taken his candy, poisoned his puppy, told him Santa Claus was real after all and the lunar landings were faked on a sound stage in Hollywood.

“A Succubus is another creature from those myths.” She looked down at her clasped hands to arrange her thoughts. “Let me put it this way. Your perception of reality has just been expanded to include a new field of study. The Hidden Races. That’s what we are and that includes you as well. Satyr’s are… ancient. There hasn’t been a recorded sighting of one in… millennia. It was thought they were extinct yet here you are!” She looked at Sigrid. “You said his glamor wasn’t an overlay.”

“That’s right. His disguised state was truly Human. Reality itself bent around him to hide his true nature. When it… powered down reality unfolded and here he was,” Sigrid explained.

Stanley realized he was hearing it again. The odd emphasis on ‘human’. He couldn’t explain it but he could hear it. First Paloma, now Ms. Gunderan was doing it. He pushed that aside as his mind latched onto another possibility.

“Wait! Wait! What if… what if my human self is the real me and THIS is the disguise!” Stanley gasped desperately. He looked at the others and saw discomfort in the women’s eyes and outright pity in Mr. Duncan’s eyes. He looked back at Sigrid. “You said reality was folded so why couldn’t that reality be as valid as this one?”

Sigrid thought about that and finally nodded. “I cannot deny the ‘realness’ of the reality you held before you changed as it was as valid as this one. However, it begs the question, why hide true Human nature with that of a member of an extinct race when every member of the Hidden Races is forced to use a glamor to hide themselves as Human just to survive?”