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How to be a Succubus

When a woman dies in the ocean with regret and hate, she becomes a siren to mesmerize men to sink their ships. When a woman dies in the snow in despair, she becomes a yuki-onna to freeze anyone who has the guts to look at her. When a raped woman dies with the desire for revenge in her heart, she becomes a succubus to suffer men and to be fed from them. This is my story; written for those who take the hard way instead of accepting death and rely on angels to bring justice. *Mature content *No underage character *No incest *No love, just lust

Lolth · Games
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101 Chs

Steel

I could feel the hunger taking over the logic as Hermes's hands lifted my skirt and stroked my legs. Or maybe I was just tired of thinking and let the hunger take control. A cold wind took advantage of the opportunity and blew through my shirt, which I did not remember when unbuttoned, and caressed my skin.

Shivering, ''I'm cold,'' I said.

Instead of answering, Hermes grabbed me tighter and stood up. I had to stick to his neck to keep from falling and took another trembling breath. The scent of the aftershave lotion filled my lungs. It was a scent that I cannot associate with anything but a man.

It had been a while since I've been carried like a princess. Gritting my teeth, I buried the memories and focused on the present. Matters about me aside, thinking the man turned me on deserved better than being in the shadow of someone else, I took a deep breath and opened my mouth but whatever I was going to say came out as a moan.

My breasts were aching and my uterine muscles were straining, causing me to bend. I could handle everything else later, now I was in need of something hard and hot to heal all this aching. I thought it is not normal to get horny this quick for a human female, then I just let it go.

Inhaling the masculine scent and rubbing my cheek against Hermes's, ''Where are you taking me?'' I asked.

Noticing that we were going up the guild's stairs, I prayed that no one else would be here but us, though I didn't know what or whom I was praying to. Not that I care about people's thoughts about me, but more because I don't want to deal with the fox's exhibitionistic fantasies.

''Be patient.'' His voice was no louder than a murmur.

''I don't want to be patient.'' I broke his grip and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulled myself up, holding his neck to look his eyes. Thinking it's better than the princess carry, I pressed my aching breasts to his body as much as hard I could, hoping his skin can help my suffering.

In response, he squeezed my hips and headed for the nearest door. That was exactly what I was hoping for. When we got inside I saw that the room was still under construction. Half of the walls were painted yet, and the floor was full of building materials. All the furniture was in the center of the room and covered with a white sheet.

When Hermes let me go, I had to lean against the door to avoid falling to the dirty ground. Hermes lifted the sheet and threw it away. It wasn't a bed under it, but it was a sofa large enough to be a bed.

When Hermes turned and looked at me, I had already gone to him. I pushed him to sit on the sofa, of course, I wasn't strong enough to push him but he didn't resist and sat down with a little curious, a lot of lustful expression on his face.

I was hungry, and being hungry made me angry. The feast was standing there in front of me, but I couldn't even touch it yet. I wasn't patient enough to linger anymore, I unfastened his belt and sat on his dick. The already erected organ slipped into the wetness as if it had been built for the moment.

Hermes was at the exact opposite of my impatience and roughness. He held me, and caressed my back with confident, slow movements until I ran out of the rage I didn't know was inside. I had an orgasm with a low moan and leaned my head tired to his chest.

I felt his dick was still hard and inside, indeed, it was impossible not to feel. I thought it would only be that hard if I had one of the iron pipes left on the ground inside, and the weird thought made me giggle.

Hermes raised his eyebrows. ''I guess it is my turn.'' His movements were still slow and careful, but this time he didn't let my hands guide him and he lifted me to get his dick out. He made me lay on the sofa and spread my legs. Feeling the strength he possessed, I know I had no way of resisting. Not that I tried, though.

''It'd be a kind of embarrassing, being unable to satisfy,'' I murmured.

''What?''

I opened my mouth to say forget it, but my voice turned into a scream as he chose that moment to penetrate me again. I tried to get my legs out of his grip, but there was no way.

''Are you sure your element is not steel?'' I asked between two breaths. He laughed.