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So boring…
To be fair to humans, it was Ororon's own fault that he was bored. Tired of this crop of humans, he feels like he hasn't gotten a good meal in five years at least.
That's how it is when he has to move around, make sure his current livestock isn't dying of weakness or malnutrition, give them a few years or ten to recover from bedding him. Wipe their memories so that all that remains of him is a pleasant dream of theirs; some ideal of a perfect submissive, ready to do whatever they wanted and fulfill their fantasies.
The game has gotten stale over the years, and Ororon finds himself growing more petulant, demanding. Capricious. None of the types of men from the past are enough anymore. At least, not good enough for his tastes.
It is fun enough to make them grovel at least, even if it's not what Ororon is looking for at all, he does like the worship and the attention. That's the only reason why he hasn't wasted away. That, and one-off sessions with dominants that he shuns afterwards.
Ororon sighs, if he keeps this up, there won't be another dominant in this town that will be willing to take him on, and he'll have to move town again, such a shame.
The prickle of eyes on him has him luxuriating; the club lounge is dark, with enough lighting on the couches for guests to see each other and mingle, the chatting is a low hum in the background. Ororon is familiar with these surroundings: this is his playing field and he knows it.
So he lights up, letting himself relax as he slumps in his seat. Daring anyone, just anyone with the guts to come up to him. He won't bite, he likes a chat just as much as anyone. It makes it difficult, he knows, because he is presented like a jewel on a cushion, rare and beautiful. Inviting abashed, furtive looks, but they are all too scared to come closer for a feel.
Ororon hams it up for them, meeting gazes across the room with half-lidded smoky eyes, arching his back as he leans on the backrest to emphasize the dip of his waist. The succubus in him is purring under the spotlight, his metaphorical tail lashing back and forth teasingly if he would let it out.
Finally, someone brave enough approaches, he is tall, blocking out the meager light in the room such that his face is fully enshrouded in shadow.
"Hello, little bat," a gloved hand reaches out, referring correctly to the fake ears Ororon has on and his bat themed lingerie set. It at least, resembles his true form. Ororon places his own daintily in the larger hand, his looks positively delicate in this man's hand, oh, Ororon wants those hands around his neck already. The man kisses the back of his hand. "May I ask, are you taken for the night?"
"No," Ororon slinks forward along the velour couch seat, pulling himself closer to his new suitor, as he draws closer, he can smell the man's phermones intensify. The intoxicating smell of arousal, even with this one's impressive control, is unmistakable.
Ororon smiles, the points of his modest canines peeking out. Oh, he can have fun playing this one.
"I am not, but I can be," Ororon flutters his eyelashes, draping his arms over the man's broad shoulders as he leans forward to whisper in his ear, heady cologne filling his senses, "think you can handle me?"
In moments like this, Ororon is unsure whether his tail is still hidden.
The man, he told him to call him Capitano — kinky — pulls on his leash and Ororon is thrown forward against his leg. A lewd moan escapes him against his will.
It's hard to keep his senses about him when his arms are tied behind his back, adrift except for the long, sturdy foreleg and shoe he's sat upon.
A vibrator strapped to the foreleg and dildo so far up his pussy he keeps fucking down on it. His pussy is drooling, unable to be satisfied.
Because Capitano is powerful, he could feel what he is packing but he makes Ororon beg.
"The question is," Capitano murmurs, voice all gravel and velvet, "can you handle me?"
"Of course I can." Ororon rasps, eyes teary, he thrusts forward and almost sobs at the lack of friction, then his hips push back, "this is nothing." It isn't enough. The dildo is not heavy enough in his guts, doesn't reach far enough to satiate him, and Capitano watches it all with impressive restraint. Ororon wants to break him.
"Well, if you're going to be a brat like that. Stay on your knees, and we'll see if you can come like this."
Whenever he tugs on the leash Ororon's clitoris presses on the vibrator, and oh, he just increased the vibration, but it still isn't enough, the bastard had lubed Ororon's clit up like a cock, stroking the little thing tenderly before slapping it, hard, and Ororon had moaned like a whore at the pain. Blood rising to the surface of his clit, but after that he's been strung along. It does feels good, the vibrations hitting just right for a mere moment, but always only for a moment before he loses the spot, the angle, his clit slips right off of it and Ororon is whining and whining, knees scrabbling, his hips sitting back to sheathe the cock in his pussy just to feel something.
It is hell. He's rocking his hips back and forth, chasing the fleeting pleasure, each slick squelch when his clit touches the vibrator and from the way he's leaking from his whore of a pussy is embarrassing (exhilarating).
Only when he has a moment to emerge from his fugue does he realize the room has beened filled with a litany of his whines and mewls.
"Stop."
Ororon stops, trembling, there's nothing he could possibly do about his pussy, it would drip and drip and cover this man in his juices if he could. His needy body with its traitorous mouth lets loose another whine before his overwhelmed brain could stop it.
"Pet, what did I say?" A gloved hand grabs him by the jaw, lifting him up. Ororon tries, he really tries to shut up, but the dildo slipping free of his hole has every nerve yearning and crying. A distraught moan escapes.
Lightning fast, pain blooms on his right cheek, the backhand making the skin smart hot and bruising on bone. The shock is enough to ground him in Capitano's words.
"Look at me, pet." Comes the heady command, and Ororon obeys, staring up dazedly into his shadowed and severe face.
"You will be obedient, perhaps with a task assigned to you, you would be less inclined to let your whorish noises out and instead have some discipline." He leans down, grasping the base of the dildo and guiding it. Once he finds Ororon's cunt, he pushes down on Ororon's shoulder, forcing him down on it. The glide is smooth, delicious, instantaneously filling Ororon to the brim, and he sighs gently in covetous adoration because at least he has something in his hole. He wriggles on it just to feel it press on his walls and the aching stretch. If only the man would give him his cock….
"Be still." Capitano commands, "count the number of strokes and times you press against the vibrator, and pay attention to my hand." He waits, "only when I lift my hand do you raise yourself up, otherwise you will stay down."
Oh, a cute little game, he can do that.
At first it's not a problem, Ororon sits on that fake cock, mewling and wriggling in place, flexing his pussy around it and casting coquettish glances at Capitano from under half-lidded eyes. The dominant shushes him but if his noises aren't too disruptive he lets him be, holding Ororon in his grasp with a hand under his chin and one on his shoulder.
Then the hand releases, instead pulling Ororon's leash, the leg presses flush against his front and Ororon's body jolts at the touch of the vibrator. He could melt at the feeling, wishes that he's laid out on his back and this man presses that vibe on him, rubbing it on his clit around and around and driving him nuts. A pulse of pleasure runs to his clit and it pulses, close, close, he's so—just a few more seconds—
It's gone, turned off and Ororon whimpers as he's pushed unceremoniously down, his body fighting the shock of the denial, he was just about to cum…
By the fifth count, Ororon's mind and body are whirling between the sensations, he wants something in him, he wants to cum, and Capitano lets him have it, but never both and he's crying, fucking himself back on the cock for one moment and rising up for the vibrator the next. He's crying and exhausted, weeping from pussy to cock to eyes. He's so hard his mind is spinning.
Everything stops after he sobs out Eight. Capitano yanking him up and observing his face closely. Ororon thinks he gains great satisfcation from his teary, red face and his sobs.
Capitano coos. "You poor thing." Wiping a tear with a thumb, and in his first touch of his own flesh with Ororon's, he leans down to lick a tear from his tender, vulnerable face. Ororon's body pulses with want.
"Look how sweet you are now, quiet, sniveling, at the whim of your own body, my cute little bitch in heat." Capitano says in mocking sympathy, rubbing a thumb over his cheekbone where the backhand had made full impact, and the pain and the words actually makes Ororon ravenous, wanting. Desire licking up his spine.
"Sir, another please." Turning his teary face to the side, he presents his other cheek. He had been hit hard, and he could tell he managed to surprise Capitano, because the man stills.
"So you like the pain? Hmph." He grips Ororon's chin harder, a current of unrestrained emotion Ororon cannot identify running through him before he calms, taking a deep breath to regain his center. "Well then, I shall deliver." He leans closer, his breath ghosts over Ororon's lips. "You are infuriating, you do not know what you are doing." The to me goes unspoken.
But he's a good dominant, he gives Ororon what he needs, because he reads him so well. Ororon is going to be eating good for weeks and he feels heady from the prospect.
The slap lands just as sublimely as the first one. Ororon's head whips to the side and he's takes a moment to breathe, to let the pain bloom on his skin. The moaned "Daddy…" as the pain slips into that delicious ache he knows will bruise comes out unbidden.
A growl sounds from above him. Ororon melts. "Come up here, pet." With a tug he undoes the ties around Ororon's arms.
Ororon climbs into his lap with all the natural grace and sensuality inborn to a succubus. Curling up in the cradle of the man's thighs like it is his throne. A soft moan escaped him when his soft thighs are pushed apart and his own hands are placed to grip them under the knees.
"No matter what," Rumbles his daddy's voice behind him, "keep your legs up for me." Ororon's hurried nods are met with a gentle kiss to his neck. He yelps Yes and is rewarded with the bite of teeth in his neck.
It is quickly followed up with a stinging, full-palmed slap to this clit and pussy. Ororon squeals like a pig, hands spasming around his thighs, legs quaking. He wants to snap his legs shut and the only way he stops himself is throwing his head back on Capitano's shoulder. Arching and writhing from the sting.
"Good boy." Tears spring to Ororon's eyes behind his clenched eyes. The feeling of a hand sliding down to caress his cock and sliding between his pussy lips rips a sob from him, his head coming up to look down between his legs. The visual of Capitano's hand completely engulfing his genitals is overwhelmingly hot, the imagery is too much for his arousal and he closes his eyes again.
"You can take another seven." Capitano assures, thumb massaging the sensitive line of his clit and down to his hole, dipping in teasingly for just a moment. Ororon whines, his hips doing a little kick forward. He hears tuts behind him, the hand spreading out to encompass all of his genitals, it strokes up and Ororon whimpers, knowing what is coming.
The second hit is just as shocking and Ororon clenches down, quivering on Capitano's lap.
At some point during the ensuing succession of slaps, Ororon feels like he had started to cum, but he couldn't have, because his clit was hard and his body was still on fire with desperation. Everything below his waist was a confusing mix of sensations, and it made something in him give up, give himself fully over to his dominant. He sagged back a broad shoulder, weeping and whimpering gently with each slap, slipping further and further from reality.
"How sweet you become, once you decide to stop being a brat, hm?" Capitano remarks, "or you have just realized I can match you, my sweet?"
Only animal noises exists in Ororon's brain right now and he mewls in surprise feeling a gentle touch to his cunt. The man has removed one glove. It is a shock to feel bare skin on his cunt after impersonal, buttery leather for so long, even the callouses are welcome.
Capitano does not give his needy cunt what it wants right away, with two fingers he carefully dips them in, spreading his lips and Ororon trembles, his pussy starts mouthing at the girthy digits. It's embarrassing how much his body betrays him, he really can't do anything to stop it. It is enough to make the tears start anew.
Sweaty and desperate, Ororon's hands slip on his legs and his distress mounts, starting to struggle and writhe.
"Shhh, shhh, baby boy. I've got you." The fingers leave, just for his dominant to kiss his neck tenderly, breathing in the scent Ororon's warm, overworked body, and he arches at such a gentle touch. Even though usually he does not yearn for such tenderness, the succubus has been brought to his base instincts and as of right now, his provider of his lifeforce has him captive, Capitano just doesn't realize it.
What he does know is that he has such a darling submissive, and he's going to tie him up.
Ororon is surprised, he's been in bondage often enough, suspended with his body horizontal and ropes crisscrossing all the way down his body, but Capitano opts for simply tying him with his arms above his head and the rest of his body suspended. He can easily stand on the balls of feet, but that is far from what he is most concerned about, only confirming it for Capitano's sake.
Stretched out for Capitano, Ororon shivers, wanting his touch again.
"Pretty boy," Capitano says, a large hand settling itself on Ororon waist, then the next moment he presses his whole body against Ororon's back, making Ororon gasp. The man is large, taller than him and broader, built like a column while Ororon is a wisp of a human, if he were one. It fills Ororon's mind with thoughts of the man folding him half, hiding him from the world as he fucks into him.
For now, he has to settle for feeling firm muscles pressed to his back, a hand pushing him back into Capitano and the other reaching between his legs.
Capitano does not wait or ask for permission, pushing three lubed fingers into the hilt and Ororon jolts, legs trying to close at the sudden intrusion but he can't they are held open by the spreader bar on his ankles. He's shaking, mewling at the stretch of three thick fingers in his cunt.
His head droops, knees quaking, as he looks at Capitano's fingers stuffed into his hole, a fleck of lube or it could be his own fluids flies out, staining his thigh and Ororon moans weakly. As a succubus, he's done his fair share of debauched acts, so this shouldn't really bring him shame. But watching the evidence of his arousal being fucked out of him by this man…. It doesn't get old, in fact it gets him going even more.
Capitano's other hand travels up Ororon's bared torso, cupping chest and pushing him back, "I've got you, baby." Capitano murmurs and Ororon goes willingly, head falling back on a shoulder. He's looking at the ceiling, body arched and fitting together with Capitano's seamlessly, giving himself over.
"Such a good boy," he says, just as he rocks his fingers in, hitting that spongy spot deep in Ororon's pussy, and Ororon melts.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy…." He moans, uncontrollable, his body blooming finally from being fucked relentlessly. The first orgasm slams into him at a breakneck pace, a thumb coming up to rub and press on his clit and Ororon is screaming. He can't keep the word Daddy out of his mouth.
Two long fingers spread his lips, and that vibrator, the same one that tortured him earlier when he wasn't allowed to cum, presses to his clit.
Capitano switches it on to the maximum setting and Ororon is gone.
The rush of pleasure and pure sensation overwhelms his nerves, his body convulsing and dick throbbing and pulsing as waves wrack his body. He can't do anything to stop it. Forced to bear it, Ororon's mind acclimates to the overstimulation as well as it can as he screams. If those sounds formed words, Ororon wouldn't know.
It is relentless; he hits another peak in quick succession. The close proximity of each orgasm makes the next successive one longer, more excruciating, his dick getting more and more sensitive, until.
He watches in horror, as Capitano presses the vibe to his clit, uncaring, unceasing, and as he crests over another seemingly insurmountable hill—one that seemed impossible but Capitano makes him, takes him there—that his dick ejaculates.
It is a clear fluid. One he has never seen from his body because he doesn't have a need to eat human food for sustenance. He doesn't need to drink, but somehow Capitano wrenched it out of him anyway.
The mere feat is hot as fuck and Ororon loses it.
"Daddy, daddy, you made me pee, look, I've never, ah never done that for anyone else. Aaahhn. Only you, only—" He rambles, hips thrusting up in abandon against the vibe, causing the clear piss to fly everywhere. His noises reach a fever pitch that Ororon is not sure he's ever heard himself go to. A constant stream of lewd moans bordering on too much, just too ardent to be real, but Ororon could not keep himself in check anymore.
"Boy—" Capitano has had enough, and he throws him down onto the bed, leaving the floor splattered with the evidence of Ororon's loss of control.
"Daddy…" He pleads, reaching for his dominant. Capitano curses, quickly releasing Ororon's ankles from the spreader bar and undoing the ties on his arms. As soon as the ties loosen, Ororon almost leaps up to wrap himself around the man.
It is a hand on his throat that stops him. Capitano holds him down effortlessly, looming over him as he observes him. The hand tightens infinitesimally and Ororon prematurely holds his breath in anticipation.
However, that's not what Capitano has in store for him. He shifts them higher, a thigh sliding up under Ororon's knee so it settles up high on Capitano's hip, his left hand goes to his belt buckle, and Ororon's body lights up.
He watches with rapt attention as Capitano pulls out his cock, his body tightening and pulsing thinking about how he will finally get what he wants. The sight of the engorged head makes saliva pool in his mouth and his pussy drool with slick. Preparing him to be taken.
Once his cock is free and hanging, Capitano takes his time, leaving Ororon waiting as he unhurriedly reaches for Ororon's leg, pushing his leg higher, higher, until his knee touches his shoulder.
The man stares down at him with an intensity that rivals the attention of a whole club. Even if they were out there, and tens, no hundreds, of eyes were on them, out of all of them Ororon knows he would only care about Capitano's.
He leans down and down, pressing his deliciously muscled pecs down on Ororon, firm and warm, and Ororon's mouth opens, ready to let out a breathy moan at feeling him finally on him. The full weight of this man that he's been waiting for.
"Daddy…" The succubus whispers, voice edging on a moan, "I'm ready for you." He simpers, soft and pleading as he reaches down, spreading his hole for Capitano to see his pink, flushed inside. Wet and prepared by Capitano's fingers himself, he glistens, his hole contracting in want as they both watch.
Capitano breathes out a long sigh, his body relaxing, he reaches down, a bare thumb stroking up and into Ororon's slit, pushing down his dick and an involuntary noise comes out of Ororon, his head falling aside at the strong, insistent touch on his sensitive organ. It is sticky and hot from their earlier activities and still oversensitive, but for Capitano…he shivers.
Capitano's gaze sharpens, "You have had your fill of me playing with your cock, hm, boy?" His thumb strokes up and down the hot flesh in a gentle fashion, but the violence, the pleasure, he has the potential to extract out of Ororon has him whimpering, his heartbeat leaping. "Do you want to come again here?" His feather light touches swirl around and around, up over the tip, down along the sensitive veins, and his other hand reaches for the vibe…
Ororon panics, shakes his head in protest, "No, no, daddy, no more…" Although if Capitano wanted to, Ororon would take it, extend his will to meet his wishes and cum again for him. Until his flesh was limp and he came dry, and the whole club could hear him screaming until he passed out.
But, there was better uses for their time. "I want your cock in me, please," at that, Capitano slides his cock up against the outside of his hole; passing deliciously hot, turgid flesh over him but not penetrating. Ororon's mouth runs dry watching it overshadow his own cock. "Please, daddy…!" He gasps, using the leg around Capitano's hip to try to pull him in but the man holds firm.
He fucks Ororon from the outside, his cock sliding through him again and again and he is groaning. Ororon starts to worry again, that he would cum and it wouldn't even be in him.
Real tears spring to his eyes and he looks up at Capitano with his best puppy eyes, not hard when he genuinely feels like a kicked dog, watching Capitanos satisfy himself this way, where Ororon can feel every hard inch of him, pressing just so on his hole. His balls velvety and soft, hung low and heavy with seed bumps Ororon every so often, driving him mad.
"Hmph…" Capitano grunts, his hips pumping effortlessly through the wet glide, "you're getting so wet, little bat, you think my fingers were enough to stretch you, but I promise, you don't know the beginning of it."
"I wouldn't know if you just keep waiting around and not doing anything." Ororon whines, pouting at him.
"Very well, if you want it your way." As if he knew exactly when, Capitano, without a hitch, moves his hips back on the next withdraw and slides into Ororon on the next, filling him to the brim in an instant.
Yes, yes!
Ororon does scream outloud now from how one moment his cunt was aching and empty, and in the next his body was parting ways for that throbbing cock. The perfect girth and length to make him gasp like a whore, jolting in electric shocks of pleasure as he cradles it in his guts where it belongs. He was made for this.
Capitano does not start moving immediately, instead testing Ororon, and Ororon could start preening on the spot, that's how the high of having a cock in him gets him. He purrs, stretching his leg up further, spreading himself wider, anything to get the man closer, until he could feel him in his throat, preferably.
Cooes build up in his throat when Capitano sways, pressing his cock this way and that, stretching Ororon deliciously, and he indulges.
"Daddy, you feel so good…" Ororon says, dragging out the words and smiling up at the man.
"Well, if it's this good now, baby, you'll feel even better soon." Ororon giggles, which taper off as Capitano makes his first concentrated thrusts, sheathing himself in to the fullest.
Then, as good as it feels, Ororon swears that it gets even better. He gasps, hips thrusting up involuntarily as the cock in him seems to grow, stretching his pussy to its limits.
Oh, this one is not what he seems. Ororon croons, reaching up for him even as his body is wracked by pangs of pleasure, bouncing as Capitano's hips slap against his pelvis.
"Daddy, ah, you've been hiding," plap, "something from me, haven't you?" plap, plap. "No, human would have a cock so divine." He throws his head back riding through a wave of pleasure, a small pussy orgasm from the pounding his sweet spot is getting.
Capitano pauses, gazing down at the succubus.
"You little minx," he cups Ororon's cheek, sliding down to his jaw and then his chin, "what do you think you're saying?" His voice is sweet poison, saccharine and severe. "You think you know who you're speaking to?"
"Yes!" Ororon gasps, arching, his head digs into the pillow but he doesn't break eye contact, gazing down his nose at Capitano. Each thrust pressing flush to his ass sends eye-tearing pleasure tingling up through his pussy. It won't be long now.
He can see the demonic aura radiating, wings made of skin and bones extending from Capitano's back. Casting a false shadow on the wall.
"You're just like me, from the depths of the nether." He gasps, body bouncing on Capitano's cock and droplets of pre and slick flying with each slap.
"A demon."
"Hmph, of course, just as I knew the moment I laid eyes on you. A bitch in heat. Your glamour never stood chance against me." Capitano leans down to Ororon's fake bat ear, "and now you won't hide, and you will show me your true form."
He rips Ororon off his cock, now webbed with translucent fluid and glistening. Ororon yelps as he is thrown on his front, his back arching as he pushes himself up with his hands, but he cowers under the oppressive presence behind him. Capitano hikes his hips up, thumbing spreading his pussy lips aside and pressing his girth back inside, watching as juices dribble out.
"Hmmm…" He sighs in satisfaction finally, his hips meeting Ororon's ass as the succubus gags under him, no doubt overwhelmed by his size, but too prideful to say it.
Capitano thrusts, hitching Ororon higher into the pillows, the heavy smack of his balls and hips exerting unholy pressure on Ororon. Twice, and Ororon cums, squirting around the cock plugging him up, his moans thready and not fully there, his cunt pulsing rhythmically around Capitano. He grunts, holding on tight to his sanity with a grip around Ororon's neck.
He's practically dragging the succubus back onto his cock at this point, manipulating his body how he likes, and that's how he pumps into him for the next moments. A consistent, unrelenting pace where he never pulls fully out, drilling hard into Ororon. Squeezing the sides of his throat, and fucking into his hole until Ororon seizes up with a sudden intake of breath and orgasms again. And passes out.
Capitano finally lets go, groaning in abandon now that the succubus is unconscious, he lets Ororon fall forward, and now he takes pleasure for himself. The succubus was irresistible, utterly sinful, and Capitano had to use every ounce of restraint to not ravage him as soon he saw him glittering and lounging, those fake bat ears on his head and his succubus features hidden.
Imagine how satisfied he is now, to have fucked Ororon to unconsciousness, and watch as the glamour falls away completely. Dainty, pointy bat ears replace the plastic, fake ones, little, delicate wings emerge from Ororon's lower back, and Capitano's prize, a prehensile, leathery tail extends from his tailbone, heart-tipped.
He grasps it in his hand, stroking the base, and feels carnal desire pool in his gut from the plaintive moan Ororon lets out even while unconscious.
Oh, they're going to go all night.
Ororon wades up from the sea of unconsciousness moaning. His throat feels like it never stopped, and his lower half is warm, awashed in sensitivity.
"Daddy…" is the first subconscious thought that escapes him while he struggles to come to bear on what he's feeling.
"Good boy, that's the first thing you think of, as it should be."
The gravelly voice stirs arousal in his loins, then the next sensation Ororon fishes up from his half-awake state is his body, rocking into the sheets in a set pace. Then, he moans, registering his cunt being luxuriously pounded while his body lays limp, parting obediently around the turgid cock still pummeling his insides. His head drops back down, letting the feeling overwhelm his groggy senses.
"Did you think we would stop just because you fainted, baby?" Capitano asks, withdrawing his cock the whole way to rub the hard head against the rim of Ororon's hole, teasing him by tracing lightly around the outskirts, even that has Ororon wiggling back, trying to urge him in again.
In one smooth motion, Capitano grants his wish, plunging himself in, sliding slowly in to let Ororon feel his cock rub on every inch of his inner walls. A long, low moan is drawn out of Ororon, pitching higher as he realizes whag Capitano is doing. Pushing in until he is laid flat on the smaller demon, weight fully on him and on his cock in his pussy, stuffing him full. Capitano allows himself a grin, stretching cheek to cheek as he feels Ororom tremble underneath him. Warm and pliant and so receptive to the pleasure.
They don't stop until he says so.