“Is-is she-alright?" I could barely speak between desperate attempts to re-fill my Lungs.

"She'll be fine, master. We are connected now and that means that there is power in sex for you. It will make you stronger with dark magic and it might overwhelm some of the humans you find yourself with." Channa affectionately laid Olivia's head to rest upon a pillow and placed a little kiss on her cheek. Then she turned her head back to look at me and lifted a brow suggestively. "I would suggest you find many women to keep up with you."

“It's not... I mean... Her soul?"

“Her soul is fully intact. We are connected but you are no incubus, though you may be able to Learn the talent of consuming a soul through sex with practice..."

I smiled with relief towards Channa's beautiful and predatory features.

"I think I'll stick to making contracts and Leave the soul-sucking to you. Then again, I wouldn't mind some more practice.”

Channa was evidently delighted to hear those words as she leapt up to straddle me. That time, however, I had other plans. I used her momentum to roll her over onto her back and I came to rest over her body that was soft in all the right places and wonderfully tight in the rest. She seemed a Little surprised that I'd taken the dominant position but she was more than willing to humour me as I meshed my lips to hers in a smooth, sensual kiss that made her toes curl. I felt the fleshy pillows of her breasts flatten against the smooth contours of my chest as my still-rigid Length slid up between her open legs.

Her hand slipped between our bodies to wrap her fingers around my scorching cock and slip the swollen, velvety tip against her welcoming opening. Then, with a soft little push that made her moan against my lips, I was sinking into the sweet depths of my horny succubus. Her bare feet came to rest on my firm backside and I felt the clawed tips of her toes digging in to that newly-formed muscle. Once I was sliding into her, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and held on to me tightly. I knew that position was instinctive for the horny demon. It was made so that her prey couldn't escape and I was more than happy to be locked in amidst her strong Limbs whilst I plunged into that incredible pussy. I felt those slick, warm inner walls beginning to work their magic, moving and massaging my Length as I started moving my hips. The tight embrace made it impossible to move slowly, for I would have simply lifted her off the bed with her Legs wrapped around me. So, instead I rocked my hips back and forth in short, sharp Little motions that slammed into her to make her body tremble with pleasure.

Her lips tasted incredible and her body was exquisitely forged to make the sensations so much more resonant. I felt those pillowy mounds of flesh begin to slide against my chest, the pebbled little nipples teasing my skin. Our kiss broke and I opened my eyes to meet her gaze and stare into those deep red pools of sin and debauchery. Her lips curved into a wicked kiss-swollen smile that quivered as I pounded her body against the bed, relentlessly giving myself to that warm, oily heat. I guess I had something to prove, something basic and primal and perhaps a little naive in claiming Channa as mine, and mine alone. I didn't want her body, I knew that would be shared with others who would fall to her charms. I wanted to fuck her so hard that I left my mark on her soul.

She was definitely up for the ride.

The softness of the bed beneath us was too yielding. Too gentle. I punched down into the bedding beside Channa's writhing body and hoisted myself upright. My feet landed on the floor and the horny succubus stayed clamped to me. I spun and slammed her up against the wall of the hotel room, making the furniture shudder and Channa scream in delight as I shook the plaster with every harsh thrust. I wanted to kiss her but there was no way our lips could meld in amidst that hurricane of movement and instead I lowered my head to bite into her neck, tasting her sweat and, after a moment, a coppery hint of blood as my teeth clamped down.

“Fuck me, master. Never stop..." The words came out choppy from those sultry lips of hers and I was eager to oblige her.

Every muscle in my body rang out with protest at the fierce movements, the Little aches sank in Like knives as Channa clawed at my shoulders, drawing red lines across my skin. The pain gave the pleasure so much more spice and Channa reached her first release then, that tight sheath suckling my cock and convulsing around my sensitive flesh.

Her climax made her legs clamp tightly around my body, forcing me to stay deep inside her and greedily savouring every moment of her release. I wasn't having any of that. There was one of those old fashioned writing desks in the room, hard oak and varnished to a dark sheen. In the aftermath of Channa's release, as her sweet nectar coursed down my inner thighs, I started wrestling with her. Pushing her back against the wall, I gave her bare ass a hard slap to make the creamy skin turn pink and bringing a delighted open mouthed smile to her lips. The slap jolted her enough to let me wrestle with her and she was only too happy to fight and claw at me to keep me inside her.

I growled and she purred as we struggled together, each movement making my cock slide inside her saturated pussy. I succeeded in pushing her legs away and without that leverage, it was easy enough to un-balance her and push her down onto the desk. My hand was clamped in her hair and I shoved her down to flatten those gorgeous tits against the varnished surface, her half-hearted struggling caused that perfect round ass to wiggle in the air with my cock still firmly lodged inside her. After bending her over, I was definitely in charge and, when I slammed into her hard enough to make the solid oak desk start to groan in protest, she gave up fighting me and fell into that quick, powerful rhythm.

Speaking was out of the question, leaving Channa to moan like a whore as I pulled her head back by the hair and buried myself inside her over and over again. Her sharp claws dug deep gashes in the desk and I gave her ass a few more harsh spanks. One for tricking me in the club, one for stealing Olivia's dress, one for not giving it back, and one for luck. Her rear cheeks carried my pink hand-prints with pride and finally, as Channa began to smash her fists through the oak and feel the electric thrill of another orgasm begin to crash through her body,

I found my own release.

The eruption was a long-time coming and I felt the surge of thick, hot cream blast from the tip of my cock and into that horny pussy. My eyes shut tight and I instinctively slammed every inch of my cock inside her willing body, seeing a display of white fire fly across my vision as I branded my succubus's soul in my own unique way. My cum spilled out of her tight sheath as I pulled out of her in the final moments of that life-changing orgasm to gush a few final ropes of my seed across her back and over that nicely spanked ass.

Shortly after that, I felt a little dizzy as the desperate need to find my release fell away to a content numbness that made me just manage to stumble back onto the bed. I had enough presence of mind to feel the cuts Channa‘s claws had made on my shoulders had already healed and I watched as before my eyes her pink rear cheeks took on their alabaster smoothness again in minutes.

There was definitely a good deal of power in that act and it left us both whole and utterly sated. Channa remained bent over the oak desk which Looked a good deal more worse for wear now. Her glistening slit seeped with my cream, as did the shining trails of the markings I'd left on her across her back.