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LOVING SUCUBUS, page 1
The Sultry Witch's Naughty Magic
Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 13
by
Reed James
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The Sultry Witch's Naughty Magic
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The Sultry Witch's Naughty Magic
Naughty Excerpt from “The Sultry Witch's Naughty Magic”
I thrust a third finger into my snatch, my silky flesh engulfing my digits. A wave of delight washed through me. A prelude to the passion that built and built in my cunt. My snatch clamped down on the trio of digits churning me up.
My clit throbbed beneath the heel of my hand. I loved massaging that wonderful bud. It was a fantastic rush. I enjoyed every moment of this. It was so hot. I was such a naughty witch. I whimpered louder, almost hoping I would be caught.
“Come on,” I moaned, holding the two roses in my other hand.
Headlights neared. I frantically frigged my twat and ground the heel of my hand into my clit. My snatch gripped my digits, the silky embrace something delicious to enjoy. I loved every last second of burying my fingers deep into my twat. My back arched as those wonderful fingers buried into me.
I rose and rose toward my orgasm. I hurtled toward that big burst of bliss. It was an outstanding rush. I was so close to it. The car flashed by, illuminating masturbating like an abject whore for my magic.
My face twisted in bliss. My fingers thrust in deep onto my juicy snatch.
“Yes!” I squealed and burst.
The pleasure swept through me. I shuddered at the wave so ecstasy that shot through me. I ripped my digits out of my cunt as my cream gushed out and bathed the roses in more of my essence. I focused on that release of sexual energy.
It swept through me. All that delight. I groaned, loving it so much. My heart pounded this wild rhythm as I bucked through all that pleasure. It swept through me. Over me. I threw back my head, squealing out in delight as I infused the roses with my passion.
“Oh, fuck!” I whimpered as the waves of delight inundated my mind.
I shuddered, reaching the peak of my bliss. My skirt rustled as I soaked the rose buds in my passion. I pulled them out from between my skirt. The tart aroma of my cunt filled the air. My juices dripped down the flowers to the stems.
“Blossom,” I whispered. I had my power infused in them.
To find out what happens next, read on!
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Succubus Seduces the Maiden for Her Man (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 4)
Maiden Claimed by the Succubus's Hubby (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 5)
The Holy Maiden and the Wicked Succubus (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 6)
Harem Dates the Naughty Hottie (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 7)
Hot Romp with the Fairy Queen (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 8)
The Female Werewolf's Wild Passions (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 9)
Naughty Werewolf Enjoys the Holy Maiden (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 10)
The Holy MILF's Ecstatic Visit (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 11)
The Holy Beauties Fall to the Succubus's Man (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 12)
The Reverend's Hot & Wicked Wife (Owning a Naughty Demoness Harem 1)
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The Sultry Witch's Naughty Magic
Morgan Amsel
I had to get the pixies watching over the apartment complex on my side to lure away the nephilim. I was so close to finally being free of my deal with Mephistopheles. I could feel it. Taste it. I hungered to be free of the demon and that foolish pack.
To do that, I needed flowers. I spotted a nearby rose bush growing before another apartment complex. I plucked off two of the red roses. They were tight buds, of course. It was the middle of the night. They wouldn't be blossoming right now.
I looked around before heading into a darkened driveway. I didn't want to be observed doing this next part. I took in a deep breath and pulled down my panties from beneath my black skirt. I stepped out of the dainty panties, shoving them into my purse. Then I pressed the buds into my pussy.
I had to coat them in my pussy juices. Working magic required all manner of perverse acts. Sexual energy was a potent force. It was why witches traditionally had wands. Something convenient to stir up their cauldrons.
I trembled as I pressed the delicate buds into the folds of my pussy. A hot shiver ran through me at their contact. I worked up and down my snatch with them, soaking them in my juices. I was careful of the thorns as I soaked them in my juices.
I cast about furtive glances, hoping that no one witnessed this. It would be too embarrassing to be spotted doing something this lewd. My heart pounded in my chest as I soaked the petals in my pussy cream. My heart pounded a mile a minute.
I slid my other hand between my thighs now. I had to cum.
I rubbed my fingers up and down my slit, holding the buds between my legs. If anyone came across me... Well, if public mortification was the price of my freedom from that demon, then it was something worth paying.
I plunged two of my fingers into my cunt. I groaned as they sank into my flesh. This wild wave of heat swept through me as I did this. I churned up my digits, working them in and out of my cunt with vigorous plunges.
A car drove down the street.
“No,” I whimpered as the headlights flashed over me. Exposing me.
My cunt clenched about my digits. A wave of euphoria surged through me as my heart beat faster. The fear of being caught galvanized my skin and heightened the sensitivity of my naughty snatch. I gasped, fingering my twat faster.
I worked those digits in and out of my twat, pleasure shivering through me. The car was gone. I hadn't been noticed, but that didn't stop me from churning up my cunt anyways. I plunged my fingers in and out of my snatch with such breathless excitement.
I groaned at how incredible my snatch felt. I ground the heel of my hand into my clit. I trembled, my shaved twat drinking in all the delights. I swelled toward my orgasm as I masturbated in the alley out in the open.
Another car passed.
“Yes,” I whimpered as the headlights exposed me tickling my cootch.
I thrust a third finger into my snatch, my silky flesh engulfing my digits. A wave of delight washed through me. A prelude to the passion that built and built in my cunt. My snatch clamped down on the trio of digits churning me up.
My clit throbbed beneath the heel of my hand. I loved massaging that wonderful bud. It was a fantastic rush. I enjoyed every moment of this. It was so hot. I was such a naughty witch. I whimpered louder, almost hoping I would be caught.
“Come on,” I moaned, holding the two roses in my other hand.
Headlights neared. I frantically frigged my twat and ground the heel of my hand into my clit. My snatch gripped my digits, the silky embrace something delicious to enjoy. I loved every last second of burying my fingers deep into my twat. My back arched as those wonderful fingers buried into me.
I rose and rose toward my orgasm. I hurtled toward that big burst of bliss. It was an outstanding rush. I was so close to it. The car flashed by, illuminating masturbating like an abject whore for my magic.
My face twisted in bliss. My fingers thrust in deep onto my juicy snatch.
“Yes!” I squealed and burst.
The pleasure swept through me. I shuddered at the wave so ecstasy that shot through me. I ripped my digits out of my cunt as my cream gushed out and bathed the roses in more of my essence. I focused on that release of sexual energy.
It swept through me. All that delight. I groaned, loving it so much. My heart pounded this wild rhythm as I bucked through all that pleasure. It swept through me. Over me. I threw back my head, squealing out in delight as I infused the roses with my passion.
“Oh, fuck!” I whimpered as the waves of delight inundated my mind.
I shuddered, reaching the peak of my bliss. My skirt rustled as I soak
“Blossom,” I whispered. I had my power infused in them.
They opened as if the sun shone with warmth and life upon them. The petals spread wide. They were gorgeous to behold, each fanning open. I shuddered and sat them down on the alley way, my fingers sticky with my pussy cream.
I opened my purse and found a piece of white chalk.
I drew out a magic circle. It wasn't easy drawing across uneven asphalt. The chalk scratched and grated over it. It wouldn't be perfectly circular, but it was just to bind a pair of pixies. It wasn't like I was summoning a demon.
I had it drawn out and whispered power into the circle.
It flowed white for a moment. The perfume of the roses filled the air. It would waft to the pixies. I stepped back into the shadows and tried not to move. I barely breathed as I waited, my heart thundering in my chest.
If I couldn't get those pixies away, I would never get the nephilim. They were on watch. A greater fairy must be in there, a Son or Daughter of Lilith. I hated dealing with “monsters.” Their powers were unpredictable. And the fey were a mutable bunch. They had so many different flavors to them, especially the greater ones.
They were often old. Centuries, even millennia. That gave them knowledge and skills. Each one was unique, so just knowing about one's strengths or weaknesses didn't tell me anything about another. If I knew who lived here...
The hum of wings.
They were close.
I barely breathed. I couldn't see the pixies. Not yet. The hum grew louder. I felt them here. They could smell the scent of roses. They crossed the circle. White light flared and they appeared, two women about a foot tall with gossamer wings.
They hadn't noticed they were trapped yet as they each bent down to their own flower to nuzzle into the centers. They suckled at the nectar and my pussy cream that had penetrated the buds. The connection snapped up between us.
I had them. Just like that, they were mine. Bound to me.
I opened the front of my bodice, undoing the laces on my peasant-style blouse. I exposed my small breasts, pink nipples hard. I was petite. Easy to overlook. I stepped up and both pixies stared at me. They shuddered, bewitched by me.
“Drink,” I commanded, cupping my small breasts.
Their wings buzzed. I had to keep them bound to me. The moment they left they circle, they would revert back to their master or mistress unless I did something to make them mine. I squeezed my boobs, concentrating on my mammary glands.
They filled with milk.
The two small women flew up to me. They each grabbed onto my small breasts and latched onto my nipples. They had to open wide even for my small buds. I groaned as they suckled on me. My milk squirted into their mouths.
I shuddered at them gulping down my breast milk. They swallowed that wonderful treat, their wings buzzing behind them. My pussy clenched as I breastfed them. Each time they suckled, my pussy clenched. They loved my breast milk.
Pixies were easy to tame this way.
“That's it,” I cooed. “Mmm, drink deeply.”
They stared up at me. One had green hair and the other purple. Their cheeks hollowed as the nursed from me. My milk squirted into their hungry mouths. They shouldn't be able to drink much given their size, but they were swallowing so much of it.
I swayed there, my eyes squeezing shut. This felt so good. I wanted to masturbate again. This just felt so good. It was so tempting, but I had to focus. It was almost time to lure out the nephilim. The pixies would do the hard work.
“Okay, okay,” I said to the two hungry fey. “Lure her to me. I need her.”
They both ripped their mouths off and nodded.
~~*~~
Carl Bergman
Ana Sofía emerged from the guest bedroom. The werewolf had a natural grace and said, “That should keep Lucius Morgenstern from being suspicious for a day or so before he grows impatient and realizes I am stalling him.”
I nodded. Lucius Morgenstern was the man who hired Ana Sofía to hunt down my new wife and bring her to him. To kidnap her. Luckily. Ana Sofía was a good girl now. She was one of my women, claimed by me.
Just like Reverend Mother Abigail and her three nuns, all members of the same orders as Sister Mary Salome. They served St. Maria Goretti. I needed to know more about them. They were all naked, but they had been wearing skin-tight bodysuits beneath their habits.
And were armed with handguns and knives.
“Our order was founded by the Patron Saint of Purity and Maidens to protect the nephilim,” said the reverend mother. The Black nun was an older woman. A sexy MILF-nun. Well, she was only a symbolic mother since I just took her virginity.
“And nephilim are what Sister Mary Salome is?” I asked.
“Indeed,” the reverend mother said with a nod. “She is one of the holy maidens we protect. Nephilim are half-angels. They have the power of Heaven flowing in their veins.”
“That's how I healed Carl?” Sister Mary Salome. “I thought it was a miracle from the Lord. I prayed and it happened.”
“It was a miracle,” said the reverend mother. “You are a miracle. It's just you can use those miraculous powers when you wish. That's why you have to be protected. If you fall in the wrong hands, they would use you to cause great harm.”
“Oh, my,” said Sister Mary Salome. “I had no idea. I just thought I was an orphan raised by the order. They didn't tell me I was one. Why would they even send me to the convent in Las Vegas if I was this special.”
“All the nephilim are kept separated,” said the reverend mother. “It had been a decade since we hosted one. As to why they didn't tell us...” She shook her head. “That, I cannot say.” She smiled at me, love and lust in her eyes. “Maybe they saw you would be snared with Carl and his succubus-bride. Maybe they wanted that to happen. I know I am glad it happened.”
The other three nuns—Sisters Evelyn Maria, Kylie Annette, and Rachel Leah—all nodded with the same desire. The moment they had walked into Candace's penthouse, they had been ensnared by me. A man married to a succubus turned on women. What chance did the nuns stand when a werewolf on a mission had succumbed to me?
“Did they want her to help protect Mistress Jessica?” asked Ana Sofía. “She is in grave danger. Lucius Morgenstern is a rich man. He has resources. We cannot keep her safe without help.”
“It's a good thing we have a convent nearby that is designed for protecting women from supernatural forces,” said Candace. The fairy-MILF wore a big smile on her lips. “Mmm, you are going to have plenty of nuns for your concubines.”
“Ooh, that's so hot,” Jessica moaned. My bride pressed against me. “I never thought we would have a harem this kinky. I love it.”
“Yeah,” I said. “So your convent can protect us.”
“Of course,” the Reverend Mother said, a radiant smile on her lips. “We would gladly welcome you to our convent. You would be the first man to ever pass through her doors. I have a half-dozen more nuns there all ripe and virginal for you to pluck. We can have an orgy in the worship hall, all of us making love to each other and you and...” She shuddered. “Oh, and we can protect your wife, of course. We can withstand a siege with the angelic prayers imbued in the wall and the stores we have. We have our own well, our own garden, our own chickens, and two heifers that produce milk. We can last two years before food would even be an issue.”
“Two years just us and you, Carl,” whimpered Rachel Leah. “Keeping you and your women safe.”
The other two nuns nodded.
“And we have weapons,” the reverend mother said. “Our arsenal is equipped to fight off most foes temporal and spiritual.”
“Ooh, this is perfect,” Jessica moaned, hugging me. “A harem of sexy nuns. Oh, I love you, Carl!”
I groaned as she kissed me. Her tongue thrust into my mouth. She swirled it around. I loved the feel of her lips on mine. She kissed me with just such enthusiasm. I loved it. I slid my hand down to grab her rump.
She broke the kiss and glanced at the nuns. “Sister Kylie Annette and Sister Rachel Leah, come over here and suck your man's dick clean.”
I had fucked Sister Evelyn Maria, the blonde, in the ass. We made introductions while Ana Sofía made her phone call. Sister Kylie Annette had black hair and round boobs while Sister Rachel Leah was a brunette with perky tits.
