“Oh? What offering do you wish to give?" She obviously thought that I was about to break out the red hot pokers or something. You couldn't really blame her. The dark realms aren't really a great place to practice hope.

“Well, if you'd allow it, I wanted to touch you." I remember my face feeling suddenly very warm at this point.

The succubus merely stared at me in response to the suggestion. At first I thought she was plotting the best way to tell me I was an idiot. Oh yeah, I could summon and trap a demon without a hitch but asking a pretty Lady if I could cop a feel? Well that'll scare anyone.

What she was actually doing was waiting for me to finish. The idea that anyone would ask before making a grab for her was almost unthinkable to the creature. Ever since she was first created as that frail wraith-like creature she'd been almost constantly engaged in one sexual act or another in order to survive. So when it finally dawned on her that I wasn't going to continue and that all I wanted was to touch her, she pursed her Lips for a moment and then offered a small nod.

“If you don't wish me to then I'll send you back if you like." I fumbled my words. The memory makes me grit my teeth.

"I've wanted to fuck you ever since I laid eyes on you." A hint of that hungry expression slipped back over that gorgeous face.

“Yes, but we've been through why that's not going to happen." I stepped back toward her, feeling a renewed confidence.

“Touch me, then." Curiosity and excitement had gotten the better of her. She was a creature of Lust and I was offering her a taste of what she wanted most.

I eagerly reached out and grasped her breasts in my hands. They were wonderfully soft beneath my fingertips and her pebbled nipples poked against my palms. I explored those gorgeous globes with the enthusiasm that only a horny teenager can muster. It was a full 2 minutes before I realised that the succubus had closed her eyes and her mouth was opened to let out a little moan as I explored her tits. The sight spurned me on for she was clearly enjoying what I was doing. An always avid learner, I followed the little changes in her face as I groped that soft flesh to discover her weaknesses.

Succubi are built for sex. You know how good it feels for us and we only really need to do it around five times in a lifetime in order for the species to survive? Well they need to do it at least three times in a day. As a result their bodies are hard wired to make sure it never gets old.

She suddenly squealed with her building excitement, shaking her bonds to try and spring free to do all the naughty things she wanted to me.

The chains held fast and the moment of pause made her lower her head, causing those raven curls to spill down across her shoulders and over the globes I'd been so happily handling. She looked at me from beneath those dark brows and then offered a smile that could shatter a marriage.

“That was a fine offering, so intimate and-" She obviously thought I was done.

I wasn't.

Falling to my knees in front of her open legs, I reached up and touched my first pussy. The slippery, wet heat felt incredibly inviting. For a moment I actually considered standing up and releasing my aching cock.

In that moment it was a 50-50 coin toss as to whether or not I'd fuck her to my own death. Thankfully in my kneeling position it was much easier to part those glistening pink folds with my index and middle fingers before leaning in to taste her. I found that option utterly irresistible.

The moment my fingers had touched her, the words she'd been speaking had faded into a low hiss of desire. When my tongue slowly began lapping at her inner petals the screams began. Some were high-pitched banshee-Like wails whilst others were drawn from deep in her lungs to become heated bellows and desperate wordless cries for more.

It was a sound my ears would never get tired of. Her taste, her scent, and the wonderful slippery texture of her pussy were all heaven. If I were ever to orgasm inside her then she'd devour my soul in a heartbeat and the trauma of such an immediate loss would simply make my brain cease to function before my heart could beat again. Still, it didn't matter. I could live without it. Having her writhing and wriggling in chains whilst screaming herself hoarse for me was the most incredible experience of my life until then.

I don't know how long I stayed there. I remember feeling the first splash of her sweet nectar on my tongue after the first 30 seconds, and by the time I stood up my chin was soaked and so was most of my shirt and the floor beneath us. Those little squirts were happily guzzled down by yours truly. Their frequency became much more common when I discovered the little bud of her clit. I flicked and teased that sensitive flesh until her screams nearly deafened me.

Finally, when I Lifted myself up and wrapped my arms around her body, I saw that she definitely wasn't faking. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hung open as desperate gasps of air left her Lungs. I took that moment to hold her against me and pull her parted lips against mine. The kiss that followed was initially somewhat half hearted on her part. Kissing wasn't a big thing in the dark realms. So, to my slight alarm, she groggily tried to bite me instead. At first I thought I wasn't reading her correctly and she simply didn't like it. Then when I heard the little whimper of protest when I broke the kiss, I happily dived back in. She tried to bite again but thankfully seemed to be savouring the afterglow of my efforts enough that she wasn't too adept at it.