1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Tweleve: The Peril of the Succubus


    Date: 11/14/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Incest, Male/Female, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 89.1, Source: sexstories.com

    State a month ago and she had never been up here. But she had been in the mountains back home in Hokkaido—the northern most of the main islands of Japan—and she was not stranger to them in winter. The road wound as she climbed higher and higher, the snow thickening, until she reached a small, wooden building—Paradise's visitor center. No one was here; it was a Thursday and the sun was just cresting the flank of Mount Rainier. Taking a deep breath, she strode out of her car into the snowy fields of Paradise, the snow up to her knees as she slogged through the thick, cold mess until she reached the about two hundred yards from her car. It felt far enough. “Here goes,” she said, her hands trembling as she peeled off her downy jacket. If this doesn't work... She dropped her jacket to the snow, then pulled her sweater over her head, gasping as the cold air attacked her skin, goose pimples forming. She unhooked her bra, her nipples achingly hard, then she kicked off her boots, wiggled out of her heavy pants and a panties, and unrolled her wool socks. Shivering violently, her teeth chattering, she laid down in the snow. “Wow! That's cold.” And now she had to wait for the spirit to come, or hypothermia to kill her. The cold seeped into her, stealing away her warmth as the gray clouds swirled over head. She shivered again, the snow almost burning hot against her flesh. She wanted to get dressed, to get warm, but she needed to do this. She needed to be with Kyle. I need to fuck a ...
    man, but I can't live with killing another one. If I can't be with Kyle, this is better. Cleaner. “Holy shit! You okay, miss?” a man shouted. A man stood over her, wearing a heavy, dark brown coat and a wide-brimmed, beige hat. Fumi thought he might be a park ranger. His face was rugged, spotted with stubble and his shoulders were broad. A new warmth suffused her, driving back the cold that had slowly been creeping through her body. Her musk, sweet like lilacs, permeated the air. “What are you doing?” he demanded. “Go away, please,” Fumi said, her pussy moistening. She pressed her thighs together, trying to control herself. She needed cum, and her eyes fell to the man's pants where an impressive bulge was tenting the front of his khaki pants. “I can't do that. You need to put on your clothes right away.” He licked his lips and rubbed a sweaty palm on his trousers. “Yes. It's...not good for you to be so...naked.” He groaned as she licked her lips, and Fumi ached to drink his cum. Her power was affecting the man, making his cock rise and molding him to her suggestions. “Why can't you just leave me alone?” she purred. “You'll freeze to death. You really should put some clothes on.” “But you don't want me to, right?” She arched her body, her budding breasts jiggling, and she spread open her thighs, letting him have a good luck at her pussy covered by a thick fur of black hair. “You want to keep watching my naked, nubile form.” “Yes,” he admitted. “Of course you do,” she purred, ...