It was a bog filled night, a man walked through rich mud and his sinking touch as he crawled on. His bosom lay shivering, his clothes wet and clinging like striging hands.

He nearly felt his breath just leave him, with every grueling step through this forest of inky-black black.

A light.

There lay an array of lights in the distance, '-windows'the man saw. He dashed onwards, cimbing atop dirt and sticks, as his liveliness rose to the doorstep.

On the threshold lay a large ring, so shivering his heart and deal, he clutched it, giving three hit to the doorway. He sat, wondering is truly someone sat at household, or if they wanted the world to think that, leaving their house with the lights on merely to trick.

Soon footfall fell one by one, slowly making it 's way to the door. With his spirits cheering on, he waited for the doorway, it opening with a haunting creek.

There lay no mortal behind the door.

Heart spun around, his soundbox wished to flee, but with his eye he hungered the affectionate fireplace within, the beautiful piece of furniture that sat, begging to cave in comfort.

With a swig he stepped inside, door slowly creaking closed his entranceway behind him, he knew he was n't leaving.

So he looked around, the house neatly kept, the beautiful crackle of the fire property, the entire stage setting set him at an rest he long forgotten.

He knew not to be rude, with a shivering yell he said `` thank you for having me, you certainly helped keep me affectionate ! ``

He got no response, but something felt right by doing it.

He then looked at the coal and glare, it calling to him. He approached it, nearly sitting down on the furniture on inherent aptitude, but something felt off.

He only need one look at himself to see he was dirty and stained, he would only muddy the beautiful piece of furniture. It did n't matter whether it be magic or coincidence, he was n't going to ruin furniture without knowing who was here.

So he sat on his knees, custody by the growing orange incandescence as a sigh escaped him.

Then hands went across his abs, gripping and dragging him swiftly to this beautiful while of furniture and sitting him promptly. He sat bewildered, and somewhat unsurprised that then his boots flew off and floated away out of his sight.

He watched the flame, once again nearly out of breath. 'What was going on ? Who lay in this house that could do this ?'

A hand lay on his shoulder joint from behind

'' Why it would be me earnest ''

His head slowly turned, a beautiful set of red eyes lay upon him, with flowing brown hair. `` You must have gone through alot, have n't you ? '' The man sat amazed, soon losing his fear in this woman eyes.

'' I have, I went through this large bog and found your home. I certainly do n't recognize how I ended up here, all I knew was that I was drinking at this alien tavern and- ''

The deal held a finger's breadth to his lips `` it 's all behind you, you 're here now and can rest leisurely. '' The man nodded, watching her manner of walking around and sit right by his side, watching the fire.

'' Its beautiful, is n't it ? '' The man quickly answered `` the brightly orange glow, with a warmheartedness so minuscule could feed to us '' the woman sat off, not expecting the answer.

'' right field, anything else that comes to mind ? '' She leans into him, revealing more of her top `` well I suppose it depends on what you mean. ``

The adult female internally pouts, again, not quite the response she was looking for. She then leaned back, swiftly standing up and walking towards the fire, bending over and adding to a greater extent wood.

'' So what situation have you seen as of late ? I am curious what a youth man of your quality has seen. '' The man 's eyes looked towards the cap, soon opening in realization. `` There was this beautiful waterfall I have come across as me and my spouse were travelling to the tavern I told you of, a sight to see to be sure. It poured down so gracefully and yet with such strength- ''

She felt her hands nearly crack the wood in one-half, she forcefully tossed it into the blazing fire and perked up with an idea `` -actually, would you care to help oneself me chop Allium cepa ? I was thinking of preparing a meal. ``

She fluttered her centre, the man standing up `` of course ! '' They moved to the kitchen where the charwoman grabbed a knife, slowly cutting into an onion plant. The man was able-bodied to get a better flavour at her, she was elderly than himself, for sure as shooting, despite this she held a looker that he 'd never matte before, but he could n't tell what it was.

A few firearm of onion dropped to the floor `` oh clumsy me, could you come over and cut these ? '' She held the knife behind her, giving him a feel of lust to maybe come from behind.

'' Right '' he grabs the knife and relocation over to her right hand, grabbing the onion and expertly cutting it to belittled bits as a growl rose in her chest.

He turned back to her `` so what were you hoping to prepare- '' `` why wo n't you just do it ? '' he stood with the knife in his hands `` wha- ? '' `` Why wo n't you just take vantage of me ? ``

'' Why would I do that ? '' She felt herself cry out, her fang baring themselves `` SO I CAN putting to death YOU, you 're supposed to be scum, all men are scum, so why wo n't you try and do anything ? ! Is it to just torture me ? Is it because you wan na see me cry ? ``

tear began welling in her center, rage filling her fist. Without any hesitation, the man gives her a reply `` because no matter what woman I meet, I want to treat every as a queen. I would never touch you like that, unless I knew it was mutual. ``

She cried out, nearly the entire theatre flexing and shrieking with her. Her unnatural speed led her to fly up the stairs, her door thudding with a boom that could be heard for miles.

He felt rooted, his fright trying to beg him not to go, however his bosom told him to correct this improper, its what she needs. So soon he walked up the tone, seeing the fatigue threshold. He sat alongside it, hearing her sob and cry.

'' You do n't deserve that kind of handling '' he gave `` I 'm a monster ! Ca n't you see that damnit ? ! '' he sighed `` it still does n't mean you should have been given that, no woman ever should. ``

Her sobs quieted, step approaching the doorway as he heard a glide down it. `` Why do you care ? I 'm just some sorry wench that got taken vantage of. A monster. ``

'' It does n't convert it, monster, human, beast, you should be treated with the obedience you deserve, you gave that same courtesy to me. '' She began to cry again `` how do you do that ? How can you just say that to someone whose murdered men, because she 's obsessed with seeing their terrified expression as I take the very joy from them the he took from me that night ? ``

She realized that she spoke too often, his eyes now wide. `` You should n't stimulate had that taken, if I could, I would turn over you the entire world on a platter. ``

'' Why ? Why leave me that good manners ? '' `` Because you 're a beautiful woman who needs it, with eyes that could keep me felicitous until the domain collapses '' her eyes grew wider as he went on.

'' You let me into your hall, allowed me to sit on beautiful tapestry that I would soil, allowed me the fret grace to seat before beautiful flame.. and let me be in your presence ''

Her breather had been taken `` you allowed me to gaze at your ruby portal vein that allowed me to peer deep within you, to sympathize your pain and anger. ``

He sat quiet, soon a long string of tension hang between them. The door opened, his head guided into her manus, her sassing dove ; soon they sat matched, eyes closed as they felt their psyche ignite.

She rose him up, standing with him against her as they locked another kiss, her hands clawing and pushing him against her. He quickly let his manus roam too, a bridge player squeezing her bosom while another hug her close.

His pelvic arch rose and lowered frantically, grinding against her waving pelvic arch as they knew the fire would only spread.

She used her Fang and claws to buck away his shirt, tossing it to the incline as she began to groan and breathe onto his bare shoulder joint. Her paw firmly grasped at his bulge, the early placed on his dresser as they stood entwined.

His deal roamed and soon found their way to her white meat, her growling pharynx letting out a deep moan as he prodded and tugged.

She tore away her blouse, shoving the bare tit in his face to aim. He followed her Pb, taking it in his mouth and began abusing the pap. Cry after cry, she let out, grasping his peter, awaiting for it to be pushed inside her.

Soon her patience ran dry, with a push he was thrown on the bed, her body prowling as she crawled over him. Tearing down his pants, she quickly took in this throbbing chassis in her maw, leaving the man paralyzed as he felt her spit ravage the tip.

Soon his entire length bobbed in and out of her pharynx, his hands grasping her foreland and encouraging her to go faster and deeper. The two of them cried out and howled like Friedrich August Wolf, as no one would hear their cries this night.

She parted the soaking cock, her tit grazing it as she crawled higher, tearing another kiss out of him yet. `` Now take me '' she grasped his cock and rammed it deep within herself, soon oozing onto him her sugariness juices.

He too growled as she furiously used his putz to the boundary, bouncing atop it, screaming in joy and pleasure as he filled her deepness. Soon he filled it with something other than his cock, hot liquid state pouring into her body, but she was n't done.

She dismounted, letting the cum stream down his cock.

She spun around, lapping at the creamy intermixture and sucking away at the punishing fellow member still. Soon she felt hands grip and toy with her rump, fingers digging deep into her.

A tongue soon followed, the man hungrily lapping and sucking at her quavering hole. `` Y-yes, oh gods yes '' she panted, feeling her total body quake.

He tempted her oraface in such an enticing way, one she long forgotten. She turned back around, picking him up in her embrace as she got off the bed.

She stood him up as she let him down, laying her bureau on the bedside, looking at him with a stark matter of want. `` demand me, I want to be wanted again. ``

So he did, ramming his slick magazine penis deep inside her, planting inside her prick with a cry from both of them. She whimpered, so he stayed slow, soon building up speed as her shout turned Sir Thomas More and more into pleasure.

Soon he was pounding her hindquarters, her moan making the house tremble before them. `` Fuck.. please do it, take me again '' `` I will, I 'll sate you a hundred Sir Thomas More if you ask me '' he groaned and growled gear up to let himself go.

Soon he howled out again, a majuscule lode plowing into here rear as she could n't help but groan. Soon the cum leaked down their legs onto the floor.

He pulled out and she then turned around, the man once again planting himself inside her kitty-cat with another few pumps, her backtalk planting onto his.

Their cries filled the night.

Soon the morning sun rose, the succubus opening her eyes to commend what had happened the dark before. `` Your eyes are telling dear '' the young man said, placing his hand on hers. `` So what now ? '' She said `` you 've gotten all of what you wanted out of me, right ? ``

He shook his head, taking his mouth to hers. `` You arent to be used, you are going to be praised. ''