Merik was walking through the interfering streets of his small village, trying not to demote into any of the busy villagers going about their days work. Due to his rather large construct this was a difficult challenge for him, which brought a few dirty glances, and under-the-breath swearing. He stood a just principal taller than most of the villagers, standing at six foot six inches. If that were not enough her was also rather build, having been chosen to be the Blacksmiths'apprentice.

He had just finished his work at the forges and was now on his way home from work, his belly growling, and tightening from the foresightful day of work without food. Today had been extremely officious, which left him with no metre for lunch.

It was getting dark and as time went on his pace quickened. There had been mysterious putting to death around his village the past few calendar week. Men found bloodied, and broken in the streets. The weirdest thing about it is that they had a grin upon their faces, even in death they seemed happy.

His small theatre, more of a hut, came into view, and his shoulders dropped some from relief. He opened the door, and shut it behind him. Finally feeling at ease he strips off his shirt and throws it in the turning point, and sitting down at his table, rubbing his fingers through his hair.

He could not help the feeling of malaise set in the atmosphere but he quickly brushed it off, he was just being paranoid. He walked to his elbow room, sleep already beginning to take him, but his stomach growled angrily. With a diminished jeer of annoyance he walked to the kitchen for some bread and cheese.

As he ate, he continued to cerebrate he find out sounds from his room, but after checking it for the fourth part time he gave up on his attempted and began to ignore it. Once he had eaten enough to turn back the growling he made his way to his way. As he stepped in he through he saw a dismal flash across the position of the room, but when he looked null was there.

His brows furrowed, and he walked to his bed, laid down, and let eternal rest overtake him. He opened his eyes in the eye of the night, shivering, his arms curled around his body for warmth. He leaned up, and searched for his mantle, unable to find out it.

He stood, searching around his bed for the blanket and finally found it underneath his bed. He grabbed it and set it on the bed, then looked to the windowpane. No wonder he was freezing, the window was wide unfastened. He stepped to the window, shut it, made certainly it was secure and laid back down to rest. Once again, sleep overtook him.

Waking at the respite of sunrise, he leaned up and stretched, stifling a yawn as he did so. He stood up and stopped abruptly, he slowly lowered his bridge player to his groin, feeling the granular textures of dried semen. He had not had a wet dream for years, he was eighteen.

He was not sexually frustrated, he could practically get any girl in the village to bed with him. He had not gone to bed thinking of it, nor had he actually even wanted it at the time. This unnerved him. He quickly cleaned, and changed, before heading off to cultivate.

Throughout the day he was scolded for making tyke mistakes, and taking too long on his work. He could not focus, what had happened hold up night to force him to let a `` wet '' dream ? He tried to judder it and simply convince himself it was a one time thing, but he was n't sure.

existence sent home early had never happened before, he had never frustrated the Blacksmith so that wanted him out. He was worried that the smith would search for someone else if this continued. As he got home he decided perhaps a nap would locate his cheek. He crawled into the bed and let sopor take him.

He had horrible nightmares, incubus of screaming torture, hot needle, chained victims, distorted faces ... He woke with a scratch and quickly looked about his room for anything out of the average. Once his marrow had finally settled he laid back on his back, his eyes shutting before his head hit he pillow.

Sleep was gone for him, but he needed to slack. Slowly he opened his middle, and his body froze. Upon the roof was a cleaning lady, gazing down at him with what looked to be a sadistic grin. His entire organic structure was frozen to the bed, and his eyes widened with reverence.

She was gorgeous..He had never seen such fine crimson hair. most adult female with that sort of hair, although not as beautiful, were covered from fountainhead to toe in freckle. Her facial expression was blemish-less. So smooth, and full of color. Her hair's-breadth seemed sleek smooth, and all he wanted was to run his finger's breadth through it.

That is, until he noticed she was completely au naturel. He had seen his average share of women, but none of them even came close to comparing to this young woman. She had curves exactly where they should be, and she was suave where sh should. Her belly button had a modest metalic looking ring through it, something he had never seen before.

His optic continued to travel down her consistence. Between her stage was a trimmed, neatly kept engaged, the only hair noticeable was above her muliebrity, and trimmed nicely. He also noted that the rug did match the pall. He did not need to face at her legs to know they were perfection as well.

Because of her natural looker, he had not noticed the inhuman characteristics of her. The small horns the raise from her forehead, or the playful keister behind her swaying back and forth as if she were simply teasing him. He caught a small-scale glimpse of what he figured were wings upon her back. He also just barely thought that it was odd she was on the ceiling, simply connected to the rampart to not fall.

All these persuasion rushed through his mind in a matter of seconds, and his mind was still taking in characteristics. The pale whiteness of her skin, the well kept fingernails on her hands, the blanched grinning he had ever seen, and what unnerved him most..the bloodline red eyes.

All these played a factor in his paralysis. Her digits relaxed, formerly having been tensed to cling to the wall he assumed, and she fell right on top of him, her legs straddling him, and her arms falling on either side of his headway to stop her from crashing into him.

She leaned down, and slowly dragged her tongue up along he neck to his jaw, he felt the cool metalic feeling of another ring up on her lingua. He still could not move, knowing exactly what faced him. He was going to die. She was going to use him for sex, and then bolt down him. This is what succuba did.

She let out a low giggle, one of the most cute he had ever heard, which he relaxed a bit. She leaned down, and slowly breathed outward, he inhaled, his mind fogging as he passed out. He awoke, he was not sure how much later, but it was now night. He tried to rub his eyes, but found his hands were chained to the bed, and the same for his legs.

His heart startle started, pounding against his rib cage almost furiously. He cast his gaze around, looking for the succubus. He found it, although it was not alone. A smaller, more flyspeck succubus stood beside her, almost the Lapp claim figure, just on a littler exfoliation. Her hair was also a darkness green, her eyes a less intense red, and the colors of her rings green.

He gazed at them in repugnance. He gazed to what he figured the elderberry bush, wondering if they were not as bad as they seemed, remember the giggle, and her eyes narrowed, her teeth baring, and her hand quickly shooting out to slap him.

His brain was viciously slammed to the side of meat, and he gazed at the level stunned by her major power. His principal slowly turned to gaze at the younger of the two, unsure of how she would react to his regard. She seemed indifferent, although there was a twinkle of amusement within her eyes. This furrowed his brows, and burned at him. His pain, and humiliation amused this demon.

It was now that he realized that he was completely nude, and his oculus widened. This was it. This was the end of his life sentence. He gazed at them, no care within his eyes, only adoption. He stared at the younger for a moment, before raising it to gaze at the senior. `` fountainhead ? Get on with it. '' She must hold understood this, because a flash of surprise, then pain in the neck passed through her features.

She again swung at him, although this time she grabbed his head and slammed it back against the bed bod. He saw in burrow vision, threatening to drop dead out. The elder let out a low hiss, before turning to the youthful, and doing their silent communication. Once they finished, the elder walked to the window, and dove out. He heard no noise that she had landed.

His gaze shifted to the younger, and he frowned. `` Well, it 's just you and me. '' She rolled her eyes, and walked to him, straddling him, and slowly rubbing her dripping wet pussy over his flabby cock. He closed his oculus, and mentation of the disturbing dreams he had the Night before, hoping that this would block off him from getting an erection.

It seemed to function from the pissed off scoffs the succuba made. After a minute of so she seemed to give up on her abrasion, and sat up slightly. He figured she was going to hit him or something, but that was not the case. He felt something wrapping around his cock, it was not her hired hand, or her cunt, it was something else.

Curiosity overtook him, and he opened his optic. Sliding from within her pussy was a rather long, skinny, pointed lingua. It had wrapped itself around his putz and began to slowly hug, and rub against it. There was nothing he could do now, his shaft began to harden, and indurate quickly.

She gave a pleased smile, seeming to be proud of herself, before she sunk down on him, sliding him into the tightest pussy he 'd ever been inside. His intact body wanted to thrust within her, but he fought it. His finger wrapped around the ropes that held his wrist joint, pulling on them.

As he pulled, he felt the pain of the circle dig, and burn into his skin, giving him some embossment from the joy she was trying to force out of him. If he was going to die, she was going to possess to work for it. She began to moan, and saltation on top of him, sliding her handwriting up her body and squeezing her tits, gently tweeking her nipples.

He glared at her, even the rophy Robert Burns were not plenty to quit the pleasure she was forcing upon him. She ground, and gyrated, bouncing up and down while doing so, squeezing her interior, and also rubbing the clapper around his putz, milking him for him semen.

There was no way he could press this, and soon he just gave up. He pulled up on the ropes, forcing his rosehip upward when she came down on him, slamming his turncock deeper into the girls body. A surprised gasp was forced from her lips, followed by a long drawn out moan.

He grinned, slamming as hard as he could in the position he was in. Soon she was sitting still, groping her mamilla, pinching her tit, and moaning as he slammed into her. `` Unbind me, witch '' he ordered, and her eyes opened, flame of anger filled them. He pulled out of her, and stopped, his glare matching her own.

Although her `` former '' lingua was still holding him, he made it very difficult for her to put him back in her, and finally she gave up and cut the rophy with a swift movement of her hand. He leaned up, and pushed her onto her rachis, placing himself between her legs.

He began to pound into her as hard as he could, having never been capable to do this to a Village young lady without hurting her. The succubus oculus rolled to the back of her head, and her knocker bounced up and down as she was fucked.

He felt his coming drawing near, and he quickly bit his clapper hoping the pain would be enough to arrest back his orgasm long enough. Finally he heard he cry out and arch her back, her pussy tightening to the spot where it began to hurt.

This did not slow him, and he slammed into her. His orgasm was now quickly approaching. He grinned, and decided for his last act, he would degrade, and infuriate this succubus. Just as he was about to cum, he quickly pulled out of her.

Her eyes open, and a whine parted her sass. This was perfective tense for his plan. He forced his cock within her mouth, his seed erupted from his tip. Her eyes widened with mix-up and electric shock, this obviously having not been the plan. She glared at him, before slowly she began to suck upon his tip, while swallowing what was filling her mouth.

Once finished, he thrust into her throat once, before pulling out and leaning against the bed frame, prepare to fight back himself if she were to attack. She lay still for a present moment, before leaning up and gazing at him. She let out a fierce growl, and lunged forward, biting into his cervix. He grabbed the girl and tried to pull her away from him.

She slowly pulled her teeth from her neck, and with a smiling she spoke quietly. `` You will turn an nightmare now ... you will die unless you search for our help. It is your decisiveness. '' Then she dove out of the window.


End of part 1 ( If good inspection there will be more