Pride
Belili was on the hunt, and she was getting close. She could almost taste her prey’s mana already. Golden, predatory eyes narrowed as they looked up at the sultan’s grand palace, protected by high walls and an army of guards, both to keep enemies out and the sultan’s vast harem in. Her full, soft lips twisted in a wicked smirk. All too easy. Her physical form flickered like a candle’s flame for a moment, then vanished. Her aetheric form drifted effortlessly through the thick wall, then flew, guided unerringly toward one looming tower, straight toward the mana of her prey. Such a spell was expensive, and would have been far beyond the means of her weaker siblings, but Belili was no common succubus. She was the favored hunter of Ba’Hadad, the Sovereign of the Crimson Isles, sent to drain the most powerful mortals of the lesser realms, both to ensure they couldn’t defend against his might, and to feed his ravenous hunger for mana.
She passed into her target’s chambers as a wisp of aether, swiftly reforming her physical body, not bothering to manifest clothes. She was quite proud of it. She’d spent the last thousand years sculpting every inch of it to perfection. Her flawless skin was a warm bronze from head to toe. She stood on long, supple, shapely legs, with smooth, creamy thighs that blended into wide, flared hips that made her tight, toned waist seem almost impossibly narrow. Her figure was an hourglass, flaring out again with a pair of perfect breasts the size of ripe grapefruit, standing proud and firm on her chest, yet pillow-soft to the touch, capped with dusky pink suckable nipples that swayed hypnotically with her every breath. Her face was enchanting, with proud, regal features and a perpetual haughty smirk on her full, plush lips, like she always knew something her prey didn’t. Her silky black hair was perfectly trimmed, falling in a curtain down her back, her bangs sheared straight across her forehead, as the current styles demanded. She walked the line between the pinnacle of human beauty and the impossibly exaggerated inhuman forms her siblings often favored, the only clue as to her true nature being her golden eyes, usually hidden with a simple glamour.
Silently, she looked down at the sleeping form of her target. He was handsome enough, to be certain, with refined yet strong features, short, dark hair, and a carefully-trimmed goatee. He was a shahzade, the sultan’s heir, and fittingly, he had the look of one who’d never truly struggled, but his body was toned and firm, muscular, even. He would have been tall, if he’d been standing. He slept in the nude, his warm brown skin bare, which made her job easier, and she found herself eager to see what was hidden beneath his silken sheets. But first, she had some preparations to make. She crept across the room to the door and slid the bar into place. It wouldn’t do to have her meal interrupted. Then, striding over to stand over him again, she closed her eyes, channeling mana into a weakening spell. Her body wasn’t weak, but she was built for pleasure, and she didn’t want to test the power of those sculpted muscles of his while she took her time to sap his mana.
Silently Belili pulled the sheet away, casting it aside. Her target didn’t stir. Or at least, most of him didn’t. The veteran succubus arched a perfect eyebrow, seeing the shahzade’s endowment twitch against his thigh. The thick, beastly cock lay against his muscular thigh like a slumbering serpent, even when almost entirely soft, the thing was longer than many of her targets ever were, its crown covered in a hood of foreskin. It seemed ill-fitting for such a brutal shaft to be attached to such a refined noble. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lip as she looked down at it. Perhaps this hunt wouldn’t be quite as boring as she’d expected.
Belili folded at the waist, one hand sinking into the silken sheets to support her while the other reached out for the thick slab of royal meat before her. Delicate fingers settled on the slumbering beast, and the succubus gave a barely-audible purr, her eyelids fluttering. She could feel the raw power in the shahzade’s body through her fingertips. She had felt it, even at a distance, but touching him… it was like the difference between passing your hand through a cloud of steam and plunging it into boiling water. Ba’Hadad would be pleased.
Balili’s slender digits coiled around his member, fingers barely able to close around the flaccid length, her front teeth unconsciously sinking into her plush lower lip as she slowly began to stroke. The beast reacted swiftly, twitching and pulsing like a living thing beneath her touch. With each pulse, the beast grew, larger, longer, fatter, harder, its growing girth forcing her fingertips apart as it grew toward its full, glorious potential. Balili crawled up onto the bed, her knees sinking into the pillowy mattress to support her as her second hand joined the first, pumping slowly, rhythmically up and down the monstrous shaft .
Soon it was hard as oak in her two-fisted grip, then hard as stone, then steel, the flared crown pushing free of his foreskin, gleaming an angry red as it reached its full hardness. The shahzade’s royal pillar was longer and thicker than her forearm, crowned with a knob like a fist that pulsed hypnotically before her eyes. She didn’t realize she’d been staring until one particularly forceful throb brought a dollop of clear, sticky precum to it’s eye and made her jolt in surprise. Snapped out of her trance, she shook her head, trying to pull herself together. What was wrong with her? She’d seen bigger. This mortal was nothing compared to her lord. This man was impressive, but he was still nothing more than prey to her.
Suddenly, movement caught her eye. Her head whipped to the side, golden eyes intense as they tracked the motion, following the shahzade’s arms as he tucked his hands behind his head, propping it up as he looked down at her. He wore a cocky smirk as the perfect beauty still slowly stroked his massive manhood, his eyes appraising her idyllic form with a casual hunger, like he might survey a buffet laid out before him, fully confident he would taste every dish before him soon enough. As her golden eyes locked with his, his smirk only widened a fraction. “No need to stop on my account, my beautiful stranger. You’re doing quite well.” He assured her, casually.
Balili blinked once, his nonchalant acceptance somewhat taking her off-guard. Still, her hands never stopped stroking his length, gliding slowly and smoothly up and down the monumental member subconsciously. Her surprise was quickly hidden away beneath a confident smirk once again. “You may regret your words, oh foolish shahzade. Only a fool allows a succubus into their bed without a struggle.” She replied, haughtily, golden eyes flashing with predatory hunger. She always liked this part, when her prey’s fate became clear to them, when they began to struggle against her and the pleasure, trying to fight, to resist, only for their efforts to be futile in the end as she emerged victorious.
The shahzade chuckled, still smirking, “A fool? Perhaps. But I would have to be a fool to stop you when you’re doing such an excellent job.” He replied, his towering, steely cock giving an appreciative throb in her hands. “Though I must warn you, if you mean to finish me before morning, you’ll have to try a little harder.” He added, smirking even wider.
Balili’s eyes narrowed, her lips twisting into a subtle frown. This mortal’s overconfidence was beginning to annoy her. No human could resist her touch for more than a few minutes, let alone hours. But she had to admit, she couldn’t sense him getting any closer as she stroked… She gave the pulsing shaft a forceful squeeze, almost painfully tight, but succeeding only in milking a fresh dollop of sweet, sticky precum from the cock in her grasp. The shahzade gave a soft groan, but his smirk was back a mere moment later, his eyes locked on hers. “A good start, but perhaps those lovely lips might be more effective.” He replied, a subtle note of challenge in his voice.
Balili’s smirk returned. Oh, this would be a very interesting hunt indeed. “It seems you’ve got a sharp tongue, mortal.” She commented, hands pulling away from the towering cock as she stood on the bed, looking down at the shahzade imperiously. “I think, perhaps, it could be put to a better use than your pathetic attempts at banter.” She added, suddenly pivoting on one foot to face his legs, one foot on either side of his head. She glanced back at him, over her shoulder and past her perfectly sculpted ass, looking him in the eye as she dropped her hips down toward his almost-too-smug smirk. Soon her thick, juicy ass eclipsed his face entirely, her knees settling to the bed as she planted her dripping honeypot directly on his mouth. That would shut him up.
With one annoyance out of the way, she fixed her attentions on the other. His stubborn cock bobbed in the air before her, arcing high over his toned abs, his throbbing crown tracing crazy lines in the air with each pulse. She reached out, once more wrapping her hands around his girthy shaft, feeling it pulse and throb with life and power against them as they began to stroke again. As much as she hated to admit it, she was going to have to step it up if she wanted this over quickly.
She leaned forward, grinding her slit down onto the shahzade’s face as she slowly approached the throbbing cock. She met the crown with a wet smooch, plush, pillowy lips flattening against the gleaming tip hotly. There was another pulse, the towering member spurting another dollop of precum at the contact, but this time, the slick cream directly onto her lips. Her eyelids fluttered, her honeypot flooding with fresh nectar as the taste hit her. It was pure potency, raw masculine virility, impossibly powerful. Just that drop had more power in it than some of her prey had in their entire loads. It was undeniably intoxicating. Her lips parted, wrapping around more and more of the flared head, her cheeks hollowing and hands pumping as she sucked at the slick precum coating the shahzade’s prick, hungry for more.
Balili was so consumed by her hunger for more of his incredible cream that she wasn’t ready when the shahzade took her advice and put his tongue to work. The wet, pink muscle slid out from between his lips and plunged deep into her sweet honeypot in a single thrust. It writhed inside her tender folds, tasting her nectar as it lapped at her inner walls with ravenous hunger. Then just as fast, it withdrew, only to swirl and flick over her outer folds with unexpected skill. It danced around the aching pink nub of her clit and fluttered over her inner lips, running laps around her entrance, only to unexpectedly slip into her needy hole and plunge into her once again, tongue-fucking her relentlessly for a long moment.
Balili moaned, unable to control herself, either to hold back the pleasure or to stop herself from sucking desperately at the shahzade’s powerful prick like a shameless slut. She knew in her mind that this was all wrong, that she needed to take control, but her body refused to listen to her. Each new dollop of precum that hit her tongue spurred her body on, her head pushing down further and further onto his enormous cock. Soon her lips were stretched thin around the shaft, the entire head engulfed in her hungry mouth, her tongue squirming against the underside, shamelessly pleading for more of her delicious new addiction. Each time his tongue thrust into her twitching, needy pussy, a new surge of pleasure rocked her to the core. Her hips ground down against his face with wanton lust as a tense knot formed deep inside her, a familiar, yet entirely unexpected sensation.
She couldn’t let it happen. She couldn’t lose to a mere mortal. She was a huntress, and he was her prey. She had to fight it, she had to resist, she had to get away! With the last shreds of her willpower, she forced her hips to rise, pulling away from the relentless tongue below, seeking a moment’s reprieve from the unrelenting pleasure, her body on the brink of something unforgivable. But the shahzade wasn’t willing to give up his treat. His powerful arms reached up with strength far beyond what the weakening spell should have allowed, strong hands gripping her juicy rear, fingers sinking deep into generous ass-meat as he pulled her hips back down, plunging his tongue into her twitching, tender hole one more time.
It was too much. Belili, the favored huntress of Ba’Hadad, came on the shahzade’s tongue like a common whore, shuddering uncontrollably as a wave of pleasure overtook her, her moans and screams of lust muffled by a truly titanic cock stuffed into her throat. Her mind went blank as pleasure burned away all rational thought, leaving only the primal hunger for more as she sucked and slurped on the shahzade’s pillar of cock between moans. Her body trembled in the grip of orgasm, eyelids fluttering as the wave of sensation swept her away, the shahzade’s tongue still teasing her overly-sensitive slit to drag her climax out longer. He only pulled away once she began to whimper at the overly strong sensations assaulting her slit, too weak to pull herself away or even lift her head off the steely royal cock still held between her lips.
The shahzade rolled the mewling succubus off him casually, his powerful prick popping from her lips as she fell, limply, to the bed. She lay on her back for a long moment, her almost-too-perfect body writhing weakly, her lips glistening with spit and precum, her well-maintained hair in disarray, her full, ripe breasts heaving as she panted hotly for breath. The shahzade rose up, flexing his limbs experimentally as the last of her weakness spell faded into memory. He glanced down at the prone woman, a cocky smirk once more spreading across his lips as he licked the last of her succulent nectar from them, his unyielding cock steely-hard and throbbing angrily at being denied its release. He’d have to remedy that. He had plenty of time before morning...
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