Musing: The Fall

[pre-story]This is a continuation from the musing Pride, so go read that one first!
Just a quick note here, I went back and retroactively changed 'prince' to the more historically accurate and cooler-sounding title 'shahzade', so don't be too confused if you're just getting here. I didn't even realize a sultan's heir was called anything but 'prince'. Apparently, Alladin is not the greatest source for historical/cultural accuracy.[/pre-story]

The Fall

Belili was putty in the grip of the shahzade, her shameful orgasm leaving her too weak to offer more than a token resistance as he seized her ankle and spread her perfectly sculpted legs wide. The powerful male loomed over her, a living statue of toned bronze muscle, crowned with dark, wavy hair and a carefully trimmed goatee, his face handsome, regal, and, at the moment, twisted into a cocky smirk. He spread her legs wide, her smooth honey-toned thighs parting, revealing the flushed, glistening core of her needy womanhood to his hungry gaze for a moment, before it was promptly hidden behind the massive slab of cock be brought down upon it with a smack. He set the base of his iron club at her entrance and, with some effort, laid it out atop her, its length stretching out along her midsection. She could feel the heat of it against her flesh, she could see the flared crown nearly reaching her bellybutton, neatly illustrating just how deep it would go, and she was powerless to stop it from doing just that.



Worse than the seemingly inevitable prospect of being fucked like some common harlot was the realization that Belili wasn’t sure she even wanted to stop him. She’d felt his size stretch her lips, tasted his intoxicating precum, and felt the skill of his tongue. If he could wield that fearsome shaft with even a fraction of that talent… The gears in her mind suddenly ground to a halt as the shahzade began to move. He dragged his hips back, sawing the length of his bulging cum-channel over her sensitive clit, like a bow across the strings of a finely-tuned instrument, drawing forth a sweetly-moaned note of pleasure from deep in her throat. Her inner conflict was silenced once and for all as the mortal’s monstrous member nosed against her lips, poised to pierce her deeper than anything ever had before.

A moment’s stillness stretched out for an eternity, Belili breathless with fear and anticipation as the shahzade’s member hung over her like the sword of Damocles, a hair’s breadth away from plunging into her. Just as she began to wonder what was holding him back, the hair snapped, and the shahzade’s weapon pierced her like a red-hot spear. A deep cry of pleasure and pain rose from deep inside her as her lips spread wide, then wider, then wider still, unable to resist the invader’s onslaught. The tip led the way, stretching and filling her beyond capacity as inch after inch of royal cock disappeared inside her. Her voice wavered as the long, deep thrust finally slowed to a stop, nearly three quarters of his immense shaft pulsing impatiently inside her.

Belili looked down, eyes widening in shock. Partially at the sight of the sheer girth of the shahzade’s ridiculous member distending her normally flat belly with a long, narrow bulge, his size testing even her inhuman resilience. Partially at the realization that there was still a quarter of his length to go. She whimpered softly as he held himself there, her perfect body adjusting to him at superhuman speed, her voice rising in a soft gasp or moan as her inner walls lit up with pleasure with every beat of his heart, his unrelenting member pulsing and throbbing inside her.

The shahzade slowly drew his hips back, drawing a cry of pleasure from Belili’s lips as his crown tugged at her tender, twitching walls. When they stopped, he was almost free of her tight hole, only his crown remaining inside her, the rest of his monstrous, nectar-slick mortal member poised to plunge into her once again. Still gripping Belili’s ankle in one hand, he raised her leg to set it on his shoulder, his arm coiling around it to hold it against his chest while his free hand came down, firmly gripping the generous swell of her hip. The succubus could only stare wide-eyed with a curious mixture of trepidation and eagerness as he held himself there for a moment, grinning wickedly down at her.

Then, without a word, he drove his hips forward once again, faster and harder than before, his weapon filling her as it had before and then drilling deeper still. She cried out, half-moan and half-scream, as his weapon plunged into her to the hilt, stretching her more than she would have thought possible, his heavy balls against her ass as his hips ground against hers. He had to admit, she felt simply incredible. Her pussy was hotter, wetter, and tighter than any in his harem, and yet she could take more of his length than any other. Her depths gripped him like a vice, squeezing stronger than any human woman could, yet somehow the softness of her rippling walls was unlike anything he’d felt before. The sensation was beyond compare, and the shahzade groaned his pleasure and approval She was perfect. He had to have her.

The shahzade offered Belili no rest and no mercy, his hips starting to move again almost immediately. He drew them back smoothly, then suddenly drove them forward again, then again, then again, faster and faster each time, pumping that unyielding iron-hard cock in and out of her overstuffed pussy. The succubus could only moan and writhe with pleasure beneath the bronze-skinned lord, waves of sensation crashing over her with each thrust, battering her mind and body this way and that. Every surge of pleasure made her depths twitch and spasm wildly around his girth, unwittingly pleasing the invader, milking his monster as it pistoned into her. Soon the shahzade’s room was filled with the steady rhythm of flesh slapping flesh, accompanied by his deep baritone groans and her sweet singsong moans.

Belili was overwhelmed. Every thrust of the shahzade’s hips shattered her thoughts, and each time, she raced to recover the pieces of a desperate plan to take back control, just to have the shards blown apart again by the next thrust. She couldn’t think, she could barely control her body, she couldn’t do anything but endure, and even that was harder than she’d expected. The shahzade was not only bigger than any demon she’d ever seen, he was surprisingly skilled, too. She could see him roll his abs with each thrust, deftly shifting the angle of penetration, seeking out her most sensitive spots. Once he knew her weaknesses, he attacked them relentlessly, thrusting against one as he plunged into her to the hilt once again, then sawing his length over another as he withdrew, only to discover a third as he thrust once more.

It barely took a dozen strokes of the shahzade’s titanic shaft before Belili began to feel a familiar sensation in her core, her body building rapidly toward another unforgivable betrayal of pleasure. She thrashed wildly on the bed, whipping her head side to side in impotent denial, fists balled tight and eyes squeezed shut as she wailed out wordless objection to the inescapable reality bearing down on her. The shahzade merely thrust faster, his grip tightening on her leg and hip, holding her tight so she couldn’t escape. Her screams died abruptly, her mouth open wide in a silent cry as pleasure exploded through her entire body. Pleasure burned along her every nerve, hot and all-consuming, her every muscle spasming wildly as the sensation overwhelmed her mind entirely, every thought drowned in the flood of molten pleasure.

Even as Belili’s body seized and spasmed uncontrollably beneath him, the Shahzade was relentless, hammering his unyielding shaft into her quivering depths without pause. Each thrust dragged out the succubus’ climax a few moments longer, prolonging her intolerable ecstasy for an eternity, until she finally emerged from its grasp, limp and gasping for breath to moan with once more. He grinned down at her, never stopping his thrusts, even as he spoke up. “What is your name, succubus?” He inquired, his question falling on deaf ears the first time. He frowned, suddenly breaking his pace to buck his hips forward hard, stirring her from her post-orgasmic daze with a gasp, and she looked up at him, wide-eyed with surprise. “Your name, demon.” He commanded, his hips returning to their punishing rhythm. “I wish to know what to call my new pet.” He added, smirking.

Belili’s jaw dropped, her expression swiftly turning murderous. “Such arrogance!” She growled. “I am a succubus! A hunter of men! Elite among my- AHHH~!” Her speech was cut short as a moan forced itself past her lips, the shahzade’s massive member plunging into her to the hilt once more and setting her pussy on fire with sensation. Her mouth snapped shut, and she glared at him, growling through gritted teeth as she struggled to maintain some facade of composure. “I’m nobody’s- nobody’s pet!” She spat, pausing to suppress another moan. “Certainly not- some mortal- mortal brat’s! I won’t- be tamed- so easily!” She insisted, even as the shahzade’s thrusts distended her stomach again and again.

“You still cling to your stubborn pride?” The shahzade asked, his lips curling into a wicked grin as he looked down at Belili. “Excellent…” He commented, almost purring. He released her leg, leaning forward onto the bed, looming over her, supported on his arms as the angle made her hips roll up, her weakly-twitching legs hanging off his hips. He never missed a beat as he shifted from thrusting forward to slamming his hips down, pounding into her, nailing her to the bed with each thrust, his cock seemingly going even deeper than before. “Let’s see how long it takes you to fall…” He breathed as he redoubled his thrusts.

Belili was ready to spit something suitably venomous at the shahzade, when he suddenly accelerated his thrusts and her head whipped back in a moan. Her back arched like a bow, her full, perfectly-sculpted breasts proudly presented before him as he groaned with each thrust. He was relentless, his hips pounding against hers with a loud smack-smack-smack of flesh on flesh, his fat, heavy balls slapping against her upturned rear. He eagerly sought out her sensitive spots once again, making the almost-too-perfect woman writhe and moan uncontrollably, her spasming pussy clamping down on his steely shaft with each thrust.

Belili might be harsh and abrasive, but her pussy was anything but, and the shahzade groaned with pleasure as her silken walls squeezed around him with inhuman strength and incomparable softness. He thrust into her like an animal, plunging in deep and savoring the sweet sensations of her quivering depths as he pounded her. With each thrust came new sensations, her body writhing around his steely pillar just a little bit differently, her walls twitching and spasming almost at random around his length. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer against such divine pleasures. After enduring her hands, her lips, her tongue, and her pussy, through at least two of her orgasms, his long-denied release could no longer be restrained.

Balili could feel something was coming. Even with her mind constantly battered by waves of pleasure, her finely-honed senses could still tell when her partner’s climax drew near. A single thought crystallized in her pleasure-addled mind, resilient enough to withstand the continuous onslaught of pleasure. This was her chance! At the moment of climax, his mind’s defenses would be down, and she could drain his mana. If she took enough, he would be weak enough and she would be strong enough to take back the initiative! And then, she could get her revenge! She could screw him into a coma for his arrogance, or place a curse on him, or maybe she’d turn his plan around and tame him to be her personal fuck-toy…

Unfortunately for Belili, her planning was interrupted abruptly by the shahzade’s hips accelerating yet again, until they were nearly a blur. He savagely pounded his monstrous, meaty mortal member into her divine depths, his heavy, cum-filled balls smacking against her ass. Her pussy was on fire with sensation, raw pleasure battering at her carefully-constructed plan. Her eyes went wide with panic as she realized she could feel that familiar tension building up inside her once again. If he made her cum with him, she wouldn’t be able to drain him! Everything would be ruined! She bit down hard on her lower lip, the plush pink flesh going white with the pressure as she strained to hold back her climax. She could feel his balls tightening as the rising tide of her pleasure threatened to spill over the dam. Just a few moments longer...

The shahzade slammed his hips down on Belili’s, planting himself there and letting loose a deep, rumbling groan, his pelvis grinding against her clit as he settled all his weight onto his hips, pinning her beneath him. His monstrous member jerked and twitched inside her wildly, and then, the floodgates opened. Pleasure ran through him like a lightning bolt, his body stiffening as his muscles tightened into granite knots. Seed surged along his length, his cum-cannon swelling even larger for a moment, a massive, creamy deluge of hot cum blasting forth from his tip. His cum poured into the succubus, flooding her silken depths with a tide of white-hot molten lust, the sheer volume of the first spurt alone nearly filling her up.

This was it! Belili reached out with her mind, greedy for the shahzade’s mana, she could almost taste her sweet revenge… But with her focus divided, her defenses crumbled, and any hope of reversing the situation went with them. Her willpower melted away at the touch of his boiling ball-batter, and her orgasm burst forth in a flood of electric sensation. She cried out, her legs subconsciously wrapping around his waist as she came, wailing  like a banshee, her sweet scream of pleasure mingling with his deep groan. His fearsome weapon lurched inside her again and again, blasting forth one jet of creamy cum after another, swiftly filling her to the brim, each surge of sensation prolonging her shameful pleasure interminably.

The shared orgasm seemed to last for ages. Belili was left limp and panting for breath, sprawled out on her back on the bed as the shahzade’s massive mortal cock continued to pump spurt after spurt of hot seed inside her. She moaned softly with each pulse. At least he was finished, final- She stopped mid-thought to let out a gasp of surprise as the powerful male grabbed her by the hips suddenly. Without a word of warning, he flipped her supple body over, laying her on her stomach, and she moaned as her oversensitive pussy twisted around his immovable steely pillar. She whipped her head around, looking back at him over her shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief. He merely smirked, pulled his hips back quickly and slammed them forward again, quickly setting a new, punishing pace as he began to take her from behind.

Belili was elite among the succubi. She’d slept with countless mortals, demons, and divines, consumed their mana, and grown strong. She’d performed acts of debauchery so depraved and spectacular that they became legend. She’d fucked lords, emperors, wizards, and god-kings, of every species. She’d actually fucked mortals to death on more than one occasion. And yet, in just a few hours, a mere mortal made her cum more times than she could count. The shahzade was relentless, insatiable, and incredibly skilled. He fucked her without pause, seamlessly manhandling her into a new position with each climax, claiming her like a wild beast, like a master swordsman, like a tireless machine, like a passionate lover. With each position, the peaks of pleasure came faster and faster on the heels of the last, until she could no longer tell where one ended and the next began. He’d cum at least six times, her orgasm-addled mind was sure of that, but each time he simply came, shifted positions, and started again, never going soft, even for a moment.

As the light of the morning sun poured through the window above the bed, it fell upon Belili, the once-proud succubus gasping for breath as the shahzade poured yet another load of thick, creamy cum into her, his pearly spunk overflowing her womanly vessel. She swallowed, her throat dry. “...Belili.” She croaked weakly, her voice ragged from the screaming. The shahzade looked down at her. quizzically. She swallowed again. She new it was wrong, but she just didn’t care. For pleasure like this, she would do anything. “...My name… is Belili... Master.” She finally managed, panting.

The shahzade’s lips curled into a broad grin.