Tricked

"Look, let's come clean here, you're not a kid."

Standing in front of the doorway is tall, slim woman with curves in all the right places. Heavy make-up accentuates an already beautiful face and a rather revealing "demon" costume pushes the ensemble further. With the way she rocks her hips and the slow, sensuous fluttering of her eyelashes, it is quite obvious that she is no child looking for candy.

"But look, I have the little cheap plastic pumpkin and everything!" She says, putting on a wicked smile. "Why would you think I'm here for anything more than innocent Trick-or-Treating? Everyone says you have the sweetest candy around..."

"Because again, you're clearly not a child and that costume should get you thrown in jail for being so revealing. I have half a mind to call the police on you."

"Oh, but I worked so hard on it." The woman says, rubbing at the admittedly well made horns atop her head before flexing the leathery wings at her back. Pouting, she holds up the spade tail in her unoccupied hand and waggles it at you. "Don't you want to take a feel?"

"This is starting to become harassment, I'm going to close the door now." The man makes to do just that when the woman puts her red-booted foot in the door.

"Please? Just a little treat? Just let me inside to get it and I'm gone." She makes a "poof" gesture with one hand.

"No, I told you that's not happening, so get out of here or I'm calling the damn cops!" The man says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. Dialing 911, he pauses as the woman leans forward, exposing an indecent amount of cleavage and says,

"Don't look now, but your neighbors are watching."

Not following her advice, he does look out and curses inwardly as a woman from down the street pulls her two children close to her and gives him a scandalous look. Cursing outwardly, he says, "Fucking, damnit get in here before people start saying things."

Grabbing her wrist, he pulls her inside forcefully and shuts the door, the woman letting out a pleased giggle as he does so. With a dark mutter, he pulls up the phone again to find it missing from his hands. Looking about in confusion, he looks up at the woman he dragged into his house and widens his eyes in fear at what he sees.

"Oh? Something scaring you?" She says, eyes glowing red as she tosses his phone and the plastic pumpkin to the side. "You look like you've just seen a demon!"

The wings, which he thought were merely props flex to their full length and the tail, that slithering spade tail, writhes behind her. Canine teeth extend into sharp points and her form, already gorgeous, seems to magnify in beauty, making the man's head swim.

"W-wha? Who… what?"

"Thank you for inviting me inside dear, I quite literally couldn't have done it without out." The woman says, licking her lips. "I'm sorry for the trick, but if you're good then I promise you quite the treat."

Walking up to the man with slow, seductive movements, she grabs him by shirt and turns him about. With a gently push, the man staggers backward and falls onto the nearby couch, a dazed expression on his face. He tries to pull away, only succeeding in knocking pillows off the couch as he backs further up. She chuckles and walks up to the sofa before leaning over and crawling slowly until her face is above his, red eyes piercing his gaze.

"I suppose it's only right to introduce myself. My name shall be… Yutria. Can you guess what I am?"

"D-D-Demon." He whispers, eyes wide.

"Mmhmhm… close. More accurately I'm what you would call…" She leans down to place her lips next to his ear, her breathy words tickling him. "A Succubus."

Fear strikes the man's heart at this. Succubi were supposedly sex demons who steal men's souls through intercourse! While he is no religious man, it's a common enough story- though he didn't think it was real! Still, her unnatural beauty, those demonic features… as much as his brain wishes to deny it, the rapidly hardening erection in his pants makes all arguments moot.

Yutria notices it too and chuckles, "Mmm, what do we have here?" She slides her slim fingers over the bulge hidden by his pants. "Seems you're rather impatient for your treat, aren't you? But first, tell me your name…"

"I… I don't…" He says, trying to resist. To tell a succubus your name is tantamount to giving up the last shred of resistance one has.

She frowns at this and then smiles wider, "Oh, we still have a shred of doubt in our heart? Are you afraid I'm going to take your life from you? Oh, my dear that's just not true, legends meant to slander us poor Succubi." Licking her lips, she says, "Besides, I've been watching you for some time. I've taken quite an interest in you and have longed for the day I could walk these streets and come to your door. Now that the moment is here, I'm not going to let. You. Ruin. It."

With every word she squeezes his dick through his pants, sending shivers of joy through his body. Feeling his will crumbling at her seductive words and his feverish desire for release, he squirms under her touch. Whispering again in his ear, she asks, "Well… what's it going to be?"

Whimpering in need, the man succumbs and spits out, "M-Michael Uriel Smith!"

He gasps something seems to snap closed inside of him, like a lock being fastened. Eyes growing wide with terror, he looks back to the Succubus who laughs, "Oh, you did it! You finally did it! From now onward, your life is mine!" She licks her lips as if to savor the flavor of her laughter before sitting up and straddling Michael, her soft thighs pressing the thin covering of over her nether regions atop his crotch.

Smirking, she rocks her hips back and forth, sliding herself across his manhood. Though his pants are in the way, he can still feel the motions and an unmistakable texture of moist clothing. Michael's lips quiver and he begins to move his hips in time with her motions, feeling a pressure build up despite himself.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Yutria says, pulling herself off him. He looks at her with utter disappointment and she chuckles, "It would be such a waste to let all that wonderful seed be spilled in your trousers, hmm? Now then…" She reaches down and with expert motions removes his pants and boxers, revealing his member to the air.

Whistling softly, Yutria places her delicate fingers atop the head of Michael's penis, stroking it gently. He stiffens further at her touch and she giggles at a trickle of pre-cum that dribbles from the tip. Licking her lips, the Succubus says, "Yes, what a waste this would be in your pants. And quite the mess too. My mouth is much cleaner, wouldn't you agree?"

Her eyebrow raises as she waits for some kind of answer. Michael's eyes dart back and forth, his dick twitching with a violent need in her hand. Licking his hips, he says, already having lost this battle, "Yes, it is."

"Good boy." Yutria says, smiling before pushing back her long hair and leaning down to place his member in her mouth.

Michael's head rolls back at the soft, warm feeling of her mouth as it envelops the his lower head. The warm wetness is unlike any other he's felt before and he's even tempted to say it's better than some actual sex he's had. She begins to work one hand at the base of his shaft while the other fondles his balls, all the while sinking her head further and further down his shaft, deepening his pleasure.

She works at him in rhythmic motions, each timed to bring maximal pleasure and he soon finds it incredibly difficult to keep from releasing his seed. Every time he feels himself on the edge though, she relents some, making his pleasure and pain only increase further. The longer this goes on, the more desperate he becomes until finally he grabs her horns and shoves her head fully down onto his groin. His cock slides against the resistance of her throat, but she clearly lacks a gag reflex as all this makes her do is look at him with a glimmer in her eyes as if daring him to explode inside her.

Which, of course, he does. Finally free of her edging, Michael grunts in pleasure as his seed forcefully flies from his penis and down her throat, coating it and her stomach in white. He holds her in place as it feels like he cums harder and longer than he's ever done before, her body seeming as if to draw every last ounce of his sperm. Finally, with an aftershock that leaves his knees a little weak, he pries his fingers from her horns, hands shaking, and slides his cock out of her mouth.

A thin string of saliva and cum connects between her mouth and his penis as he pulls away. Yutria's eyes flash crimson and she leans forward to slurp it up like spaghetti, leaning back as it vanishes into her mouth. Her eyes close and she lets out an exultant hum and Michael hears something sloshing in her mouth. Cocking his head, he realizes that she's tasting his semen as if it were a fine wine, finally swallowing and opening her mouth to show no traces of white.

"Oh, my dear Michael, that was far more delicious than I imagined. Well done."

Michael feels a shiver of joy at this despite himself and he looks away, blushing. Yutria chuckles and places her fingertip atop his dick again. "No need to be embarrassed. Clearly this little guy isn't."

He looks down at his cock, confused at what she means before widening his eyes. Normally he needed some time to be ready for another round, but before him his manhood stands at attention, as if daring him not to go for more. Looking up at the Succubus, a cold sweat comes over his face as he realizes the implications.

"Ahaha… yes, it's that." Yutria says, smile widening. Standing up, she pushes him back down onto the couch. Eyes glimmering red, she reaches up to her top and removes it, freeing her voluptuous breasts before him. Gliding her hands up them, she rubs the mounds before letting them hang again and sliding her hands down to her crotch where a warm wetness spreads down her thighs. Smiling, she removes this garment too, revealing a well trimmed loin and pink, puffy vulva.

"This is where your life up until now ends." She says, placing her wet snatch against his throbbing member. Letting out a little moan she asks, "Any last words?"

"F-Fuck you." Michael says in one last act of defiance.

"Haha, I was hoping you'd say that!" In one motion Yutria grabs his cock, guides it to her opening, and slides herself down the entire length.

Both participants throw their heads back at the initial wave of sensation. Michael gasps as her tight, slick walls grab onto him with incredible force while Yutria lets out a moan as his manhood swells even larger inside of her. The both stay like that, locked in a battle of pleasure until the Succubus says, voice trembling, "Aha… here we go!"

Before Michael can recover, Yutria begins to rock her hips, the motions slow, yet powerful. Her body, while slim for the most part, is clearly quite muscular where it counts as she slides herself up and down his shaft without any trouble or loss in momentum. With each rise and fall of her body, he feels the pressure build and slide along his member, heightening his own arousal. She lets out little cries each time she buries herself fully onto him, his head pressing upon her cervix, as if begging to enter her womb.

Yutria's motions begin to build in intensity and Michael quickly finds himself moving along, become lost in the bliss. Despite his earlier compunctions, the further he dives into the act the more bold he grows, grabbing up at her swinging breasts and making her let out cries of pleasure as she continues to grind herself atop him. Eyes fluttering, she looks at him as she lets out breathy moans, her lips a vibrant red.

Unable to control himself at this sight, Michael pushes himself forward and presses his mouth to Yutria's lips. Her protests at the change in posture die down quickly as she changes to matching the motions of his tongue, this time trying to keep up with his tempo. A raging fire stokes within him at this, as if a predator sensing weakness. His hand reaches out and grabs something thin- her tail- and begins to stroke it.

"U-uwaha!" Yutria gasps, her gyrations becoming erratic. Michael doesn't waste the opportunity and pushes her fully onto her back, wings spreading out on the couch. She looks at him with confusion until he begins to kiss her again and pulls back his hips to thrust into her.

Under his kiss, she lets out a moan and this only fuels him, making his thrusts stronger and faster. As is working on its own, his hand continues to stroke her tail and she quivers underneath him, as if unsure which pleasure to react to and how. He feels her body tense up and she places her hands atop his back, digging her nails into his skin as she shudders. Pulling his face away from hers, she looks at him with half lidded eyes as he continues to thrust himself inside her.

A pressure begins to well up within his loins at the sight and Michael leans down again to kiss her, knowing that even if he could stop himself, he wouldn't. If this is the way he has to go, then so be it. At least it was the best damn sex of his life. Thrusting faster and faster, his cock twitching violently, he at last pushes himself fully into her and lets loose a torrent of his sperm to dye her insides white.

Squelching noises sound as he shoots his seed into her, each ejaculation more wonderful than the last. They both let out cries of ecstasy at the climax. A lightheadedness comes over Michael as he finishes, the strength leaving his body. He sinks down atop Yutria's soft body as she envelopes him with her arms and wings. Awaiting the cold embrace of death and an eternity of hellfire, Michael takes solace in knowing at least the last thing he'll remember is the wonderful scent of Yutria's body and the sound of her breathing…

Also the sound of her chuckling.

Michael's eyes flutter open and he looks over at Yutria's face, which is a mask of delight. Blinking in confusion, he says, "Is this Hell?"

"Some men like to think it is."

"I… I don't understand." Michael says, pulling his head up to look around. "If this is hell then the Devil has the same lack of interior design skills that I do."

"Mmm yes, we're going to have to get a new couch." Yutria says, tapping her chin. "Probably change the drapes as well, oh and paint the walls."

"What? What is going on? I thought Succubi killed men by having sex!"

Yutria giggles, "I told you that was wrong! No, I merely said your life as you knew it was over." Giving him a soft smile, she boops his nose and says, "From today onward, Michael the bachelor is dead and Mr. Smith has taken his place."

Michael looks at the Succubus in total confusion for the longest time before he shakes his head and lays it down against her soft chest. "Trick-or-Treat, huh?"

She pats his head and says, "That's the funny thing about Halloween, my love. It's often both."

The End.