The Succubus and her two Mates

46| Her

Brand awoke to the sounds of panting, he looked over and saw Ronnie riding Brock, rocking her hips. He shifted to his side from his back, feeling his usual morning wood firm up.

Feeling bleary he rubbed his eye blinking as Ronnie twisted around, feeling Brand's awareness. She had a feral look on her face, her appearance shifted and not the woman he knew. Brock was moaning as they met each other desperately.

She tipped her body, surprising Brand with her agility and took him into her mouth - not working up to it just inhaling it at its full length. He felt her throat tense on him. Her fingers snaked around behind his testicles, pushing into his opening. He came instantly - surprised by the speed of the act and the sensations she caused him.

"Fuck." He grunted, cumming hard into her throat. Brock grabbed his face. Kissing him so hard he felt his lip split. Brock breathed his organism into Brand's mouth. She slid off of Brock and crawled over the bed mewling. Brand grabbed her trying to work out what was happening. She crawled on him rubbing herself against his now flacid penis.

Brock was still, dazed, his cock laying as it fell. Blood on his bottom lip.

"Need..." she pleaded. Her voice was twisted, like something not designed to talk, forcing out syllables.

He took in the change in her appearance. Her lips blood red, parted just enough for him to see her tongue rolling around in her mouth. He searched her face.

"Ronnie?" He could only guess at her true need.

Him calling her name snapped her attention to him. Her eyes were pitch black, no whites of the eyes remaining.

The direct eye contact created a tunnel vision effect and ge lost his breath. She was beyond. He felt himself loose time with her inhuman beauty.

"Brand?" Brock's voice broke his concentration, starting to come out of his own stupor.

Brand grabbed Ronnie's face. "Feed!"

It was like a switch was flipped. She seized him, gripping him fiercely with a dominating kiss. He felt himself melt into submission. She pulled back, a semblance of the woman he knew flashing in her eyes, but it was her demon that had control right now.

He flipped her on her back. Pulling her towards the edge of the bed as he slithered off it. She knew what he was going to do and pushed her core at him eagerly. He snagged the hood of her clit in his mouth. He could taste Brock and it drove him wild. He crushed her folds with his tongue, using his fingers to elicit the sweetest sounds from her. She put her hands in his hair. Rolling against his mouth. He felt it the moment she pulled in her feed. It wasn't completely unpleasant- he felt a tugging at his center and then it was over. When she came it was hard. He felt a fresh wave of wetness come out of her on his tongue. She folded over him, one hand still in his hair keeping his face in place as the other slid down across his beautifully muscled shoulder blades.

She made little whimpers as her organism faded. He pulled himself from between her legs. Pushing them both back up onto the bed.

Brand settled Ronnie against his body. She curled up becoming as small as she could. He felt her shift, becoming the woman he knew.

"I'm so sorry..." Tears thickened her voice.

Brock came over to them and held her from behind. He could feel her shuddering breaths. He had just woken up with Ronnie on him. He had been dreaming about her. Not the shared dream kind, just a regular one. As he woke he had enjoyed seeing her desire for him but as he reached up to caress her breast, he was overcome. He had never felt anything like it. It was like she pushed his attraction to her back onto him. When Brand woke up, his arousal had crashed on Brock like a metaphysical ton of bricks. He thought back to the gala. The ripple of sexual elation Ronnie had caused, how it built. What he had just experienced was like an unfiltered version, no comparison to the slight giddy feeling that had taken over the other times.