Sucking the Succubus is a Paranormal and Humor Erotica short story - M/F. This erotica short story contains explicit content, erotic situations, graphic language and is suitable for readers 18 and over.Jonathon is very familiar with the legend of Crysteel the Succubus. He and his boyhood friends have relayed the stories back to each other over the years and he vividly recalls each detail of the beautiful demon with the large breasts. He tries not to think about it too much, but lately it’s almost impossible not to think about her when his hugely pregnant wife is unable to provide him with sexual release. He finds himself thinking about Crysteel and how the beautiful demon will appear and suck a man’s soul right out with his seed. He wonders if there’s a way to get this kind of pleasure without having to lose his soul. Finally, after thinking about her one too many nights, she appears to him and he has to find a way to keep his soul and get his pleasure. Can he do it? Or is he destined to fall into damnation?Excerpt:Jonathan grew up hearing tales of the succubus Crysteel, whispered stories told behind the old mill when the adults were too busy to monitor their teenage children. Crysteel is a devilish strumpet with breasts the size of melons and one loved to suck. They said she sucked out your soul that way, too. But at least you died happy and hard.When Marcus made that joke the first time, Jonathan punched him in the shoulder. He laughed, thinking how true it was he’d like to die with a hard-on, having just had his cock licked by a dirty slut – the kind of slut only a succubus could be.They said Crysteel would come to you in your sleep. You’d be dreaming about your wife or girlfriend, but it would be Crysteel who unbuttoned your trousers. She would stroke your cock to attention, licking your balls while she got your dick wet with her tongue.You might wake up because you’d get so big, with your balls screaming for release. But by then it would be too late. Her hand and mouth on your cock would be too much to withstand. You’d look down and see her slender shoulders, hunched over the work she’d be doing with her ruby lips, and before you knew it, you’d shoot cum so hard your soul would come out with your semen.Then you’d become an undead sex slave, doomed to pleasure Crysteel however she wished for all eternity.
