Celestial Syrup

Celestial Syrup

Butterville Wisconsin

September 27, 1982

Midnight

Vivibeth-Carnalinguth (Vivian amongst acquaintances), floated around the little bedroom in the old farmhouse, taking the form of smoke at first (her usual approach), a snaking cloud silently studying the room and her victim. She tried not to get too eager and break the habits that had made her the most trusted Succubus in all of Hell. But she was eager. This, victim, this man was special and she had been tasked with this special assignment as it was deemed too important to be completed anything less than with total success.

Beneath her snored Bert McAnders, a man in his mid 50's, balding with a salt and pepper mustache kept trimmed but still grew thick like a push-broom. He had a handsome face and slept deeply, peacefully, like only the morally unburdened can do. His wife slept by his side, just as deeply. The room was decorated with lace doyle's, floral pattern wallpaper, and a cross-stitched sign over the brass headboard that said 'Home is Where the Heart is'. He didn't look like anyone spectacular or dangerous to the balances of the heavens, but Vivian knew better than to assume anything on looks alone.

Vivian carefully materialized, kneeling right on top of him, so gradually that the mattress didn't even creak. She was slight, weighing almost nothing, but her curves were calculated perfection, proportions stolen from thousands of years of studying men and their art, golden ratio's, Fibonacci's curves, their Venus's and Cleopatra's. And with her especially keen demon's ability to hypnotize and adapt her shape, eyes, hair, and voice to an individual man's ideal just by smelling their pheromones, Vickie was unstoppable and better practiced than any other. She was seduction incarnate. The very sight of her was engineered to stoke every primal flame in a mortals body until they could only think one thing; breed.

She leaned forward carefully, hovering over his neck, and breathed him in. She adjusted her form slightly, her skin softening, a bit paler, her breasts plumping to a perky C cup under the impossibly thin, silk cloth draped loosely around her. Her hair turned Auburn, slightly curly, and hung all the way down her back, stopping just above the cleft of her perfect ass, where her tail anchored, uncovered by the loose silk. Her eyes blinked to a stunning blue-grey, and glowed softly. She looked very human, intentionally so, but still maintained her demonic identity. She still had her curled black horns, a status of her millennium of experience, and her spear tip tail, of course. This would do nicely. Bert had good taste, she'd give him that, she thought, admiring the form.

Vickie put a hand over Berts mouth softly and began to grind her hips over his groin, slow circles, growing in pressure and speed until she felt him clearly getting hard under the blanket. He smiled softly under her hand. Vickie snapped her fingers and suddenly the blanket was gone, just her wet pussy grinding on his cock over his boxer shorts. She didn't wear panties, it just didn't make any sense, with her work and all.

Bert groaned pleasantly as she resumed her grinding until he opened his eyes. She pushed her hand over his mouth tighter as his eyes opened wider as he took her magnificent form in, each perfect curve highlighted in the moonlight streaming from the window. She braced for a struggle, and he was very well muscled for his age or any age, really, but Bert didn't. Instead he just grinned like an idiot on his birthday.

Feeble minded fool. This was supposed to be a challenge worthy of the Third Queen of the Succubus, a hero of such Virtue that Lucifer himself had signed the contract and even Peter, guardian of the Pearly Gates had argued that Bert may set the standards of Heaven too unreasonable heights.

And so, the first contract signed by both Heaven and Hell had been entrusted to the ultimate warrior of lust, Vivibeth-Carnalinguth, with much pageantry and honors.

"Do you like what you see?" Vivian said softly, rolling her hips on his pelvis, leaving a soaked strip on his boxers. She was not afraid of waking the sleeping woman next to them, her spells took care of that. Just like her voice was an unfightable hypnotic, her own pheromones sedated all but her prey to near comatose.

Bert nodded happily.

"Do you know what I am?" she said, her sweet voice like vanilla silk.

Bert nodded affirmatively, again happily. Vivian was suspicious. If he really knew, he'd not be so eager, rather crying, bawling, fighting for his very limited life.

"Albert Douglas McAnders, you are a good man, maybe one of the best ever. I am Vivibeth-Carnalinguth, Third Queen of the Succubus. It seems you have lived an impressive life, so much so that you threaten the very balance of Heaven and Hell. I have been sent to give you carnal pleasure from beyond this world, not as reward, but as an execution, not just of your body but of your soul." She hissed seductively, slowly, knowing this simpleton was under her spell now, paralyzed, the work done. He was fully in her power, her clay to play with and devour, his soul her to corrupt with delicious lust. "And my reward will be your sexual essence, every last drop, pleasure after pleasure, lust after lust, your uncontrollable desire for me, my perfect, smoldering body, every inch of it, weathering away your unshakable morality and virtue, feeding my eternal reign, until you are a withered husk, wasting your last rasping breath to beg for one more second of my carnal pleasure while your loving wife sleeps to death next to you." She finished, then leaned forward, removing her hand from his mouth gracefully, and then kissing him, savoring his moans before slipping her long tongue between his parted lips and into his mouth. She felt him continue to grow harder and larger under her gyrating hips. Excellent.

Bert slid one hand up, under the silk garb, and placed it firmly on her perfect ass cheek, squeezing it and pulling her down on to him. Vivian moaned into his mouth, enjoying the pressure, before realizing that wasn't part of her script. He...he should be paralyzed. Wait. How...

Vivian moved to sit back up, but Bert's other strong hand slid up her back to her neck, pulling her back into the kiss, sucking her forked tongue deep into his mouth again. She caught herself moaning again before pushing him away more forcefully, pulling her tongue back with a slurp.

"Wait! How in the hell are you not paralyzed! No one has ever broken my hypnosis, not gladiators, not Olympians!" She said spitefully, but still grinding her hips. It felt nice, no reason to stop.

"Oh, don't feel bad." Bert said with a kind grin. "I signed up to be a test patient for some CIA experiments during the Cold War. They were never very clear on what the test were, and I never seemed to be the guy getting the placebo." He said thoughtfully. "But, anyhow, ever since then I can't seem to be hypnotized. No fun at parties." He said with a shrug. "Really, though, it is a real treat to have you here. We should get Ethel up, she'll be really excited about all this. Ethel. Ethel! Wake up."

"Stop! No. Wait, that's impossible. She can't..." Vivian demanded but Bert was poking and patting on his sleeping wife. To Vivian's horror, she stirred.

"What? Was I talking in my sleep again? You know how I get when I eat too much coleslaw." Ethel said groggily.

"No. Look. Put your glasses on." Bert said excitedly.

Ethel rolled over, straightening her glasses and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Oh, my! Cindy, is that you? I know we'd talked about this for Bert's birthday, but my goodness, you really dress up lovely!" she exclaimed.

Vivian stared at her enraged, mouth gawking.

"No, Ethel. This is the real deal! Look at this." Bert said, stroking Vivian's tail. Vivian shuddered, forgetting her contract for a split second, her tail very sensitive.

"Fuck." She whispered to herself before regaining her composure. "I mean, fuck this. I am Queen of the Succubi and you will be broken this night!" she said with as much gusto as she could, the pleasure in her tail still nagging at her attention.

"Oh, lovely! A real succubus!" Ethel said with the same enthusiasm as if she were meeting a movie star.

"Not just any succubus, Vivibeth-Carny...something-or-other, the Queen of the Succubus! This should be really great!" Bert said.

Vivian, still shocked, did feel a little flattered. "Vivian, for short." She managed.

"Oh, my! Royalty. What an honor! I'll go get the video camera. I wish I'd known you were coming; I'd have tidied up. Vivian, deary, do you need a snack or some tea?"

Vivian looked confused. She was used to the shrieks of the damned and the moans of lustful torment, not polite small talk and pleasantries.

"I...don't really eat...food, just the sexual essence of my victims." She said in matter-of-factly, her rage defused.

"Oh, of course. So, some tea then? Coming right up." Ethel said, hopping out of the bed and scurrying to the kitchen.

Vivian felt another plump twitch under her as she felt Bert grow even more, his boxers soaked in her intoxicating juices. He just grinned up at her, his hands on her bare hips, enjoying her movements.

"What a specimen!" he kept muttering to himself. She couldn't help but blush. And...did he just grow again?

Ethel returned shortly, setting out the pot of tea, three cups, and began setting up the tripod and Panasonic video camera. "This is going to be so lovely. We've been trying to spice things up, but, you know, after 30 years of marriage we've tried every position in the Kama Sutra, all the oral and anal variations a hundred times, all the toys and contraptions you can mail order. It's only a matter of time before any good Christian couple turns to the Good Book for a little zest, if you know what I mean."

"I don't remember this part in the Bible." Vivian said, a little groan escaping as Bert pulled her down a little more firmly.

"Oh, I don't mean this exactly, dear. There's plenty of begatting and begotting, and being fruitful, but I meant the bits about prayer. We prayed for this. Well, something like this." Ethel said as she filled the first cup of tea and offered it to Vivian, who hesitated, but accepted.

They prayed for this? And Heaven's answer was to put a hit on this man because he made angels look bad? And now I'm having tea with him and his lovely wife.

Vivian seemed to put her pelvic gyrations on cruise-control, a little faster than before, but she focused on the first sip of her tea. Wow.

"I must admit, that is good." Vivian said, taking another sip. "Is that chamomile? And, honey?"

"Oh, you have a very good palate! Yes, we keep the bee's on the property." Ethel said, very pleased at the compliment, then sat back in a chair by the tripod. "Well, you've been very kind to humor my hospitality, but you can go ahead and get started again if you're ready." Ethel gestured back to her husband pinned underneath the gorgeous demoness.

"What a specimen." Bert said to himself again, still grinning.

Vivian was still off her game. She was Queen of the Succubus for a reason and she would complete this contract, but things were a little different this time. She hesitated again.

"So...you understand, I was sent here on behalf of Heaven and Hell? To do what succubus do? Get you all worked up, then consume all of your sexual energy? All of it?" Vivian asked suspiciously.

Bert nodded his head excitedly.

"And...you know it's 100% fatal? My thirst for lust is a bottomless, unsatiable, an erotic black hole?"

"You can't live forever! What a way to go!" Bert said excitedly, eager to progress the evenings human sacrifice. He palmed her ass, polishing it like a prized sports car, still amazed at his luck. "What a specimen!"

"Oh, and we have great life insurance, dear." Ethel comforted. "Go ahead, lust away."

Well, Vivian thought, they asked for it. She took a deep breath and got back into character. Vivian squeezed her thighs together and leaned forward again into Berts neck, kissing him softly before snaking her tongue slowly over his lips, then his ear, then she began kissing down his chest. Vivian stopped on his nipples for an extra moment, and Bert moaned. He worked a hand up her bare back to her neck, pulling her closer, the other still pushing her down on his groin at her ass. She stopped gyrating and slithered down slowly between his thighs, rubbing as much of her body against his, tracing his abs with kisses. Bert groaned once he could feel her hot breath on his very ready cock through his soaked shorts.

Vivian sat up on her knees majestically, arching her back, her tits straining at the thin silk, and snapped her finger. Her skimpy garb turned to ash and disappeared. She let him take in her shape for a moment, knowing how intoxicating her beauty was. Ethel moved the video camera to get a better angle.

"Don't mind me. You're very good at this." She said softly.

Vivian was getting in her groove and the kind woman wasn't interrupting. Vivian had always taken pride in her sense of showmanship and was flattered, again, by the appreciation. She pointed down at Bert. "You'll want to get this part." She said coyly. Ethel lined up the shot and Vivian snapped her fingers again, his boxers turning to ash in an instant.

"Oh, wow." Ethel and Vivian said at the same time.

"What a wonderful trick!" Ethel said, sitting back in her chair.

"What the hell is this thing!" Vivian said in shock and amazement and a bit of horror. "I've never seen anything half this big. I've pleasured minotaurs, and centaurs, and...fuck. It's huge!"

Bert and Ethel just nodded.

"Like I said, they never seemed to give me the placebo's. But I've managed alright. You should have seen how much it scared the Viet Cong." He said with a laugh. "A whole platoon caught me taking a wizz one morning, sneaking up on us. They didn't know whether to run from it or worship it. They just kept saying 'Quai Vat Duong Vat'. Found out later it means Cock Monster. Inadvertently saved a whole village and my platoon that morning. They offered me a medal but I just took the nick name."

Vivian started at his flaming sword. 'Who's the Queen? You're the Queen. You can do this.' She leaned in and started from the base, licking his balls, then wrapping her tongue around his thick shaft, slid up to the head, lapping and swirling around, his iron rod twitching. She used her hands, one teasing and fondling his fuzzy dice, the other joining her tongue, stroking up and down, spreading her generous drool. Bert groaned in pleasure and his horse-cock twitched again, growing even further.

Vivian lined her lips up with the shaft and, stretching her jaw open as far as she could, pushed down, taking his entire cockhead in, still swirling her tongue. She pushed down harder, determined to take more of this trophy, but...it was too big. She pulled off, coughing and gasping, drool stretching from her lips to her cock. Maybe if she unhinged her jaw...? She'd never done that before, sounded quite awful.

"Good try!" Ethel encouraged. "It is quite a mouthful, isn't it?" Ethel patted her on the back. "Would you like some help, dear?"

Vivian just looked at her. The Queen of the Succubi wrote the sacred manuals on all the carnal arts and their techniques, known and forbidden. She didn't need lessons from a mortal.

But she didn't say that.

Instead, she watched as Ethel, leaned in without hesitation, licked her left thumb, holding it in the air like a hitchhiker, then slurped Bert's cock into her mouth, taking it in just as far as Vivian had been able. Ethel took a deep breath through her nose, adjusted her position slightly, bracing, lifting Bert's scrotum, then abruptly plunged the hitchhiker's thumb right up his bum. Bert yipped and thrust reflexively up, pushing past whatever resistance was holding Ethel back and Vivian watched in amazement as she swallowed over half of his length with a wink. She bobbed up and down a few strokes before pulling off with a gasp, leaving her own trailing saliva. She smiled proudly and gestured that it was Vivian's turn.

If this mortal could do it, surely Vivian could master this maneuver.

Vivian took her place, his cock back in her mouth, pushing against her throat. She pushed down hard...nothing. Ethel gave her a thumbs up and Vivian remembered, abruptly pushing her thumb into Berts ignition switch. Blast off.

Bert bucked and thrust against her throat. Vivian gagged and pushed, determined no mortal could outperform her. But it didn't work. Vivian pulled off gasping and licked her lips. She caught her breath but squealed in surprise as she felt Ethel's fingers caressed her pussy.

"Here, dear, this should help. Try again when you're ready." Ethel comforted as she rubbed and massaged Vivian's labia lips. "Oh, so smooth! What a delight."

Vivian couldn't help but take a moment as the gifted fingers found all of her sensitive spots, tickling, tingling, and teasing her. The touch was driving her wild. She let a little whimper escape before her determination surged. Vivian dove back onto Bert's steeple and gagged and wiggled her throat back and forth as she swirled her thumb deep into Bert's rectory. He thrust up into her but she stalled at the back of her throat once again. She didn't give up, pushing, trying to swallow the massive member.

"Bert." Vivian heart Ethels voice cuing her husband. With little delay, she felt strong hands grab her by the horns and help pull her needy throat onto his cock. Vivian screamed as she felt her throat ream open to accommodate his gauge, proud and horrified at the same time. If she could take this monster, there was nothing she couldn't take.

"Well done!" Ethel said. Bert grunted his appreciation as well, his face flush.

Bert stopped pulling once Vivian hit the depth that his wife had reached. Vivian wasn't satisfied with that and pushed on. She would take him to the base if it killed her. Bert noticed, amazed at the durability of these succubus kind, and resumed his pull on her horns.

Ethel worked her fingers magically and started to slip them into Vivian one at a time, probing her tight little hole. She started to massage Vivians sin bin with a slick thumb as well, Vivian's juices dripping out generously.

Vivian pushed and Bert pulled until she thought he was going to push right out the back of her. She screamed on his rod and he gave a firm tug, pulling her to the finish line. She resisted the urge to pull off, instead, sliding her tongue down to his balls, rewarding them for his help.

"Oh, geez." He whimpered and Vivian felt him pulse in her throat. She stayed in that position, teasing his balls, massaging his full length with her throat until he couldn't take it any longer. He grabbed her horns with a strength that caught Vivian off guard. He pulled her off of him and then slammed back into her throat, her eyes wide, relieved that it fit back in easier than the first time. He proceeded with a steady rhythm, pushing deep to his hilt with each thrust. Vivian gagged and choked and screamed, but gripped Bert under his muscular ass cheeks, helping to pull herself down, impaling her face with his trunk, over and over, tears she didn't know she could produce streaming down her cheeks. Ethel worked three fingers into her pussy and her thumb into the Vivian's asshole, working them in and out in time with the face fucking. Cock goes in, fingers go out. Cock comes out, fingers go in.

They kept pounding relentlessly, Vivian sensing the incredible amount of sexual energy radiating from both of her current partners. Ethel pulled her fingers free smoothly, and without missing a beat, was eating the tight pussy in front of her, tonguing her pussy, then her asshole deeply, back and forth.