Be damned if I know where I am, how I got there, or what happened, but my biggest concern is the sudden realization that I can’t breathe. Thrashing about, feeling some sort of warm, thick liquid filling my lungs, I desperately try to get air. Some part of me comprehends that I’m in some sort of rubbery cocoon affixed to a wall, yet that does little to quell the panic overwhelming me - that is, until I hear a lilting, almost playful chuckle.
“So you’re finally awake,” a decidedly feminine voice intones, drawing my attention and bringing my frantic motions to a halt.
Peering through the membranous exterior of my confines stands what I can only describe as a siren. Tall, unimaginably curvaceous, and with an utterly gargantuan pair of bosoms, she peers at me with a fang-filled grin. I’d be lying if I said the sight of her didn’t distract me from my predicament, even if I hadn’t the slightest clue of who she was or what her intentions were.
Stepping forward, she lifts one clawed hand and opens an incision in my cell, leaving me to tumble feebly to the floor. Heaving the viscous material from my lungs, replacing the stuff with sweet, cool air, I cough and weakly hold myself up. Though I’m keenly aware that my savior may think little of my disgraceful and wholly unbecoming display, I couldn’t care less - that being said, I’m more than grateful to be free.
“I do apologize for keeping you in there for so long, but I simply couldn’t allow one of my drones to tend to such a magnificent specimen,” she purrs, kneeling beside me to caress my back.
“You - Cough - you did this?” I rasp, looking to her in shock and indignation.
“I did, yes, but it’s your fault. If you weren’t so captivating and steeped with love, you would never have caught my eye in the first place,” she casually explains, running a finger up my neck, over my jaw and to my chin. “But I’ll forgive you, so long as you don’t disappoint me.”
Too stunned to move, my eyes wander from her coy, toothy smirk to her heaving bosom. She definitely isn’t human, whatever she is, yet her figure is that of a succubus. Bearing breasts as big as my head, broad child bearing hips, and a full, plump belly, she is the embodiment of a voluptuous beauty. Strangely enough, aside from her form, she has several decidedly inhuman traits.
For starters, her colors are unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Her cerulean eyes contrast against her blueish-grey hide, yet those aren’t hues that hold my interest; the turquoise of her teats, interior of her mouth, and, if I had to hazard a guess, the depths of her sex are as striking as they are exotic, igniting my imagination and sending blood to my loins. As I stare over at her, still attempting to puzzle out what she was, she draws a deep breath and shudders.
She reaches out with a hand, momentarily caressing my cheek, before she withdraws. “Perhaps we’re getting ahead of ourselves. My name is Sektiss, and you are…?”
“Anon,” I murmur, tearing my gaze off her mountainous cleavage.
I only then notice a bead of drool dangling from her chin, and that her attention is on anything but my face. Looking down my prostrate body, I stiffen. At one point or another, though I hadn’t the slightest idea when or how, my body had reacted to the sinful sight of my bombshell of a liberator. Rocking back to a kneeling position, my hands fly to cover my turgid shame - at least until she shoots forward and seizes my wrists.
“No need to be bashful, Anon,” she whispers, “since we’re on an equal field here.”
While she does have a point, considering both of us are nude, my modesty rails against her logic. Shuffling away from me, remaining on her knees, she faces me fully, leans back, and draws a hand down her chest and to her groin. I remain motionless, following her fingers, until my eyes settle on her nethers.
“See,” she quietly continues, unabashedly pawing at the most ripe, succulent pussy I’ve ever seen, “there’s nothing to feel embarrassed about.”
Try as I might, I can’t stop my erection from straining against my palm. Human or not, her raw sensual appeal is undeniable, which brought several questions back to the fore. Turning my head, remembering I hadn’t the slightest clue where I was, I surveyed the chamber in which I found myself and took stock of the situation.
My clothes and the few effects I’d had on me were gone, which, while inconvenient and awkward, wasn’t the most interesting thing I discovered. I’m not sure why it took me so long to notice it, but it appeared as though I was in a bedroom of sorts. A large, comfortable looking bed rested to one side, a sparse few pieces of furniture dotted the room, and I could see what looked like a bathroom to my right. As I finally turn my attention back to my rescuer-turned-captor, I cock my head.
“How about you have a seat on my bed,” she softly urges, motioning towards the mattress.
As crazy as it sounded, I’m tempted to do as she asked. The entire scene felt like some sort of bizarre dream, from the strange pod I’d awoken inside, to my alluring host, and I just can’t make sense of it all. Ultimately weighing my options for a scant few seconds, peeking down at her delectably thick thighs and meaty snatch, I unsteadily get to my feet, plod over to the bed, and ease myself onto the edge of the mattress.
“Good boy,” she coos, standing and sauntering in my direction. “Now be a dear and make yourself comfortable. Let Mama take care of all that stress you have.”
Giving me no time to reply, and barely enough time to react at all, she leans in, rests her hands on my knees, and spreads my legs apart. Ordinarily speaking, having someone come onto me in such a direct and scandalous fashion would have been remarkably off-putting, but the circumstances were far from ordinary. Though it takes me a second to figure out what she’s doing, languidly sinking into a squat before me, my heart skips a beat when she inches forward and nonchalantly buries my manhood in her cleavage.
“Soft, isn’t it?” she hums, steadily raising and lowering herself.
My mouth silently hangs open, while I gaze down at her. Soft doesn’t begin to describe the wondrous sensation her colossal breasts afford, yet that isn’t the only element at play. A delicate, feminine aroma tickles my nostrils, the view of her tit-fucking me is sublime, and her faint, contented hums send shivers of excitement up my spine. So captivating is her display that I instinctively lift my hand to touch her - well, I try to lift my hand.
“Ah ah,” she lightly tuts, her motions continuing unhindered. “You just sit there and enjoy yourself…”
Waggling her eyebrows and looking upward, she draws my attention to her horn. Neither blinking rapidly nor shaking my head does away with what I’m seeing, leading me to believe that the glowing, bony growth on her crown is some indication of magic. I’m not sure what to think at first, but the inclusion of sorcery leads me to one of two inexorable conclusions; I am in a dream, and none of this is real, or she was physically overpowering me with some unfathomable, arcane power - either way, I have no other choice than to enjoy myself.
I can’t help but chuckle, as her rock-hard nipples start dribbling streams of milk - not because it’s funny, but because I’ve always had a, shall we say, keen interest in lactating women. Reflexively trying and successfully bucking my hips, plunging my cock into her rack, I swiftly learn that not all of me is impacted by her spell. As I glance to her face, she gazes into my eyes and flicks her serpent-like tongue at me.
“That’s the spirit,” she approvingly breathes, lowering her head and digging her muzzle into the top of her cleavage.
The feeling of my manhood between her tits felt fantastic, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the warm, inviting sensation of her maw. A shuddering breath escapes me, while I continue thrusting into the underside of her rack. Fuck if I know what I’d done to wind up getting lucky with a lustful, buxom, bug-like creature, but I’m definitely not about to complain about it!
Little by little, under the seemingly unstoppable onslaught of her massive mammaries, I feel myself inching closer to my limit. I usually would have a far more substantial endurance, but a tragically long dry-spell, the surprise of finding myself facing an exotic beauty, and the unimaginably blissful one-two combo of a blowjob and boob-job nearly do me in - nearly. As I throb between her pillowy mounds, smearing her flesh with pre, she abruptly stops and stands to her full height.
“Would you rather lie back yourself and let Mommy ride you,” she begins, licking her lips, “or have me force you down and be a bit assertive.”
I immediately recline, both excited and anxious about what’s to come. While I can’t fully move my arms, having my wrists arcanely pinned to the sheet, I’m able to lay back easily enough. Far be it for me to argue with the voluptuous harlot, regardless of the mysterious powers she wields, although it would have been nice to get situated in a better position. Lifting my head and watching her crawl beside me, I clear my throat.
“What about my legs?” I meekly inquire, causing her to slow.
“My apologies,” she sighed, levitating and moving me to the center of the bed. “Is that more to your liking?”
I nod, though I have one additional request. “And maybe a pillow?”
She rolls her eyes, despite the smile plastered on her face, and crawls over me. Positioned on all fours, reaching above me to grab a cushion, her breasts weigh heavily upon my face. I knew they looked big, but having her two titanic sweater-puppies bearing against me gives me an entirely new appreciation for her. Unable to control myself, I twist my head, blindly feel around for a moment, and gently nibble her nipple.
“Aaaaahn,” she whimpers, twisting her torso from side to side.
The first taste of her milk graced my tongue, while she rocked back and forth. The flavor was unlike any dairy I’ve ever had, rich and almost decadently sweet. Caving to my impulses, yearning for more, I latched onto her teat and began to suckle. The small trickle I’d noticed earlier bloomed into a steady stream, allowing me to swallow down several mouthfuls of her cream before she reluctantly pulled away.
“Such a hungry boy,” she snickered, demurely lifting my head and sliding the cushion into place.
Finally fully comfortable, and resting squarely on the center of the mattress, I grinned. Everything is in place, I’m as hard as a diamond, and the sight of my host lazily moving down my body couldn’t be more enchanting. Even if I could move, I’d stay just where I was - savoring the view and letting her do most of the work.
It was fair to say that I’d rarely gotten intimate with a woman who seized the initiative and taken the lead. Most chicks I’d been with had, at best, done a bit of teasing before things kicked off in the bathroom, but not this otherworldly beauty. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, practically bleeding erotic confidence, she swings one leg over my waist and straddles me.
Slowly, sensually, she leans forward and presses her hands to my chest. “Is my special little boy ready?”
I nod, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, as I feel the sublime heat of her sex grinding against my length. Sweet lord, if I could move, I would grab her ample hips and sink myself into her - sadly, I’m wholly at her mercy. Eager to begin, or possibly taking pity on me, she adjusts herself, raises her waist, and brings her entrance to the tip of my length.
As she gazes down upon me, ensuring I don’t break eye contact, she impales herself on me. The feeling of her embrace is unimaginable, impossible to adequately describe, and it’s the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever experienced. Like molten silk, her interior clings to my length, causing me to stifle a moan. Stars above - she’s only just started and I fear I may never be able to enjoy a human lover again.
She descends with all the speed of a glacier, only stopping once I’m fully hilted within her confines. My mind races, my mouth hangs open, and my heart thunders in my chest, as she flexes and constricts around my manhood. I’d heard about people who claimed to be at a loss for words, but it’s only until that moment that I truly appreciated the phrase.
Her silence mirrors my own, as she contentedly grins down at me, but she’s far from finished. Resting on her knees, she rocked back and begins riding. The sight of her bare breasts, swaying and jiggling with each pistoning movement of her body is enchanting, her face is radiantly sinful, and the sight of her vividly colored snatch against my relatively plain skin is like something out of a wet dream - still, the show pales in comparison to the feeling of her depths. Try as I might, struggling against my sorcerous bonds, I can’t reciprocate her actions - a fact she’s keenly aware of.
“You feel amazing,” she groans.
Rolling her head back, continuing to fuck herself on me, she lifts one teat in each hand and twists her nipples. I honestly can’t tell if she’s being theatrical or genuinely getting herself off, but it ultimately doesn’t matter. Momentarily transfixed by milk squirting and leaking from her bosoms, she snickers and bends forward.
“Here,” she purrs, guiding one teat to my face, “drink.”
Instantly obliging, I wrap my lips around the sensitive bud and nurse. Apparently pleased with me, rhythmically pounding her ass on me all the while, she gradually increases her pace. Whoever she is - whatever she is, her carnal technique is beyond reproach, eclipsing the few sexual experiences I’ve had like they were mere child’s play. My eyes drift closed, while my preternatural lover serves me.
“So much love,” she exclaims, moving harder and faster with each passing moment.
Though I hear her words as clear as day, they mean nothing compared to the delights accosting me. The drumbeat of our bodies impacting one another, the bed creaking under us, and her delighted mewlings are a sinful symphony - a symphony for which I am the maestro. Though I may not have the slightest iota of control over the situation, I have no doubt that she has chosen me for good reason, and that her bliss is purely because of me. The second she switches breasts, mutely urging me to drain her unmolested bosom, I comply.
The debaucherous assault on my every sense is intoxicating, fogging my mind and trapping me in a blissful, euphoric haze. Though I feel weaker and weaker by the second, I grow closer and closer to release. Some primal part of me realizes that something is wrong, pleading for me to break her spell, but it’s no use. Against such an embodiment of lust, I am less than powerless.
My grasp of time dissipates, yet her ministrations never seem to end. Maybe we’ve been on the bed for the blink of an eye, or perhaps it’s been a millennia - regardless, I suddenly find her face mere inches from mine. Hammering herself on me, as I teeter on the razor’s edge, she presses her lips to mine and passionately kisses me. In that singular moment, a soul-rending climax strikes me.
Every muscle on my body tenses and convulses, what feels like a tsunami of my essence floods into her, and I groan into her maw, while my eyes roll wildly to the back of my head. More akin to a near-death or spiritual experience, the orgasm is an order of magnitude stronger than any other - no, stronger than any mortal should dare hope for. Though I’m only vaguely aware of it, she reaches her limit a heartbeat after me.
Warm, syrupy nectar erupts from her trembling confines, as she moans around my tongue. The knowledge that I’ve brought her to finish alongside me is the icing on the cake, tainting my pleasure with a richly deserved triumphant note, but the moment is fleeting. Her eyes snap open, glowing brightly, before she withdraws.
Paradoxically having lasted both an eternity and no time whatsoever, the tryst ends before it felt like it had ever begun. She stays on my, milking the essence from my softening manhood and causing me to squirm, as a wolfish smirk splits her face. The veil comes clear, revealing her for the predator that she truly is, but it’s too late, I’m already under her thrall.
“I must admit,” she coolly remarks, dismounting as if the event had meant nothing, “I’m quite impressed.”
Swinging her legs from the bed, she placidly sashays over to a nearby vanity and inspects herself. It may be my imagination, but she appears bigger than before, inexplicably even more curvaceous and filled out than ever. Too weary to give it much thought, I shift my focus to her face as she looks back at me.
“You may help yourself to a shower, but don’t leave my chamber,” she flatly states, prompting me to shudderingly nod. Her rictus grin broadens, showing off her dagger like fangs, as she turns to depart. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you take a more active role this evening. You are a good boy,” she pauses, peering back at me from the doorway, “aren’t you?”
“Y...yes, my Princess,” I croak.
Hearing the admission, realizing she has me wrapped around her finger, her smile reaches her eyes. I know I’m done for, that I couldn’t bring myself to escape even if I could, but there’s a certain happiness in that fact. So long as I please her, that I do as she asks and devote myself to her, she’ll bless me with her body and the unfathomable rapture she commands. The door slowly closes behind her, but not before her final two words seal my fate.
“Good boy…”
