Property of the Succubus || 18+

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Luz has taken a sabbatical from his current workplace and decides to check if he is meant to be a professional painter. While the 9 to 5 job offers him stability, his creative mind is always calling out to him, begging him to let loose.

Rather than staying with his family or close friends, he moves to somewhere new. As he settles down in the apartment looking over the busy town, his cravings take a different turn altogether. With his questionable lucid dreams or the spells of unconsciousness, he barely has time to paint but he's determined he'll return back a painter.

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I was no expert at this but not a saint either, so it gave me some pride in knowing I had this effect on her. I grabbed onto her thighs and started moving my tongue like the way I'd thrust myself inside her, rough and hard. The thought itself was thrilling and the situation wasn't helping my lust-hazed mind.

I continued pleasuring her as soft, throaty sounds and groans left her mouth. I was not sated enough and the fire of lust had consumed my body. Oh how badly I wanted to be touched, to find the euphoria that would soon fill her body. Too bad that she was partly outside the covers and couldn't touch me nor could I watch her face as those delightful sounds rolled out of her lips or the expression she had as rolled her hips below my mouth.

Like an addict, deprived of their drug, I had lost all sense of time and surrounding, the fire of need burning my body. As I struggled with the sloppy movements of my tongue, mixed with my saliva and proof of her multiple orgasms, I couldn't help but wish for those slender hands on my body.

This constant fight between my mind and body, had brought me out partially of this lust induced madness. Probably this was the moment of my mind's victory before I'd sacrifice my all to the burning desire, closing all my senses when I heard him walking towards me. There was hope after all, I thought.

© A. Shinrey 20