slut-problems: Mick had been delirious for days, in and out of…

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Mick had been delirious for days, in and out of consciousness. He was probably dying, that’s why he was here in this hospital. Strange things had been happening that he couldn’t explain and when he tried to ask the doctors and nurses they laughed at him or said something to soothe him and moved along. He had asked for a priest to come and read him his last rights. He had come in his dark robe and white collar to his bedside to pray with him. 

“Strange things have been happening, Father Tomas. This woman, she keeps coming to me and using my body for sex and then she just disappears. I wake up covered in my own semen. Everyone keeps telling me it’s a nocturnal emission, but it’s more than that. I swear! You’ve got to believe me. She’s some kind of…of…sexual demon. Her eyes turn red!” 

Father Tomas looked skeptical but he listened patiently as Mick explained the girl with the perfect body that floated into the room and begged him to fuck her, how she fucked him better than any other woman ever could. He always woke up in a puddle of his own cum. 

“Sometimes while she’s fucking me I can see that she’s not real, that her body is almost transparent. Her body morphs and flickers, but her pussy feels so perfect, so good. It’s what I imagine heaven would be like if I thought I was going there.” 

Father Tomas stood up and began to look around the room. He walked around to the window and looked outside. Then he retraced his steps again and walked to Mick’s bedside. “What you are describing is the root of most evil. Are you sure that you saw her body become transparent? It’s very important.” 

“Yes, and her eyes would change from brown to glowing red!” Finally! Someone was believing him. 

“This is quite serious. I believe you may be dealing with a succubus,” Father Tomas looked at him seriously. “I need to go gather supplies. I will be back first thing tomorrow. We will try to exorcise the demon.” 

“Thank you, Father. I don’t want to die with this demon in control of me. Thank you for believing me,” Mick was so relieved. Maybe Father Tomas could help him. 

Unfortunately Mick drifted off to sleep, and the succubus visited him once again. She floated down from the ceiling, materializing out of thin air. Suddenly he was wide awake as she called down to him. She was hovering just above his body like a ghost. 

“I’m back, Mick! Did you miss me?” she cooed in the sexiest female voice he had ever heard. 

“What’s your name?” Mick asked her. 

“Meridiana,” she told him. “Did you forget?”

“Yes, I’ve been ill. My brain isn’t working,” he told her. He hoped knowing her name would help Father Tomas exorcise her. 

“I know what part of you is still working,” she said with a giggle and her hands found his cock. She moved her mouth down to his cock and began to suck it. She was better at sucking cock than any woman he had ever known. It almost looked like her jaw was unhinged as she sucked him, allowing his cock to go deeper than it ever could in a mortal woman. He was about to cum when she stopped sucking. 

“Ah, Ah, Ah,” she said, scolding him. “Not yet. I want to ride your cock, Mick! Do you want that?” 

“No,” he said. “I mean, yes. Yes, I want it! Ride my cock!” He was conflicted. He knew he shouldn’t let her, but she was so gorgeous, her brown eyes were full of life, her brown hair long and flowing, her body perfect. She mounted him and she began to ride, the way a bull rider rides a bull, with one hand back to balance. He watched in awe as Meridiana bounced up and down on his cock. He was too sick to fuck her back, but she didn’t need his help. She drained his balls so easily into her pussy and as she did her eyes turned red and glowing, like embers from a fire. Her voice changed to the voice of a demon. 

“It is time,” she said demonically.  

“Time? Time for what?” Mick asked. Her body was changing, morphing and he saw that she was transparent and there were round bumps the size of tennis balls rising from her skin and then sinking back down. Her body was changing into something else, but he didn’t get to see the transformation complete. Instead she disappeared from his sight and he was alone in the dark, covered in his own semen once again. This time things were different. He looked at the monitor he was connected to and he saw a flat line. Was he dead? He got up and walked away from his bed, but when he looked back there he was, still lying there asleep. Except he wasn’t asleep, was he? He was dead. 

Father Tomas was too late. The succubus had gotten him.

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