jak x lil [f-list]

[23:49] Jak Jerrel didn't know what to think when his Great Aunt came over. His mother seemed just as nervous, the beautiful woman not at all what he was expecting. Pink hair, eyes like he had never seen, her every movement a flaunt made to draw attention. How could this woman be his great aunt? She looked as young if not younger than his own Mom, the woman defying age. While his own Mom looked to be in her late 20's due to good genes, there had to be a limit. Yet there she was, a visit to get away from home she had declared. Apparently she was sweet on his Mother at least, the woman wanting a 'normal life'. Jak had no context to the discussion, just deciding to help around and with his mother, keep Lil company, mostly through movies and a home-made meal. When it came to night, his mother had offered Lil his bed, Jak to sleep on the couch, but it seemed the woman was content to just sleep on the floor, blankets a makeshift mattress on the carpet, her claim of not wanting to sleep alone. His mother had been skeptical but conceded, Jak now resting in his bed, a beautiful strange woman that apparently was his relative on the floor. He wore usually boxers to bed and a t, but decided on actual pajama bottoms this night, his rather large member was usually too big for boxers, and he didn't want to have that embarassment with her in his room. He went for a restless sleep, settling in as the room and apartment went dark.
[23:50] Jak Jerrel: (Forgot to ask, how big do you mind Jak's cock being, would like room to grow also for his incubus state)
[23:55] Lil: ( Mmn... Not good with numbers, I think I'd say just long enough for all the way through would be my upper limit. Literal third leg tier and maybe a little above, but not building-sized, if that makes sense? )
[23:56] Jak Jerrel: (Makes sense, Jak's default is 2 feet so would roughly be it [static.f-list.net]
[23:57] Lil: ( Yeah, no problem there at all! )
[00:24] Lil: Taking a succubus and putting her in a house with those pheromones, like the experiment involving children resisting the allure of a marshmallow on a plate in front of them, is asking for disaster. The issue isn't if she'll act on it, but when. The answer to that question seemed to be coming up rather fast. Sure, she ate before she came, leaving her husband on his death bed for the fourth time this week (yet the first to be caused by her specifically). Yes, she actually dressed in conservative pajamas this time, having stolen a t-shirt a little too big for her that draped a few inches from her torso from the volume of her breasts, and the shorts on her legs were loose and hung around her knees, suffocating compared to the babydoll she often wore to bed in an attempt to glean extra midnight snacks. No, she didn't come here with the intent to do anything more than hang out with her beloved human niece and get away from the inanity of her homeworld. What was she doing now? Laying awake under three covers, restless and suffering hunger pangs, wishing she'd just listened to the tiny shred of rationality tucked deep in the folds of her gray matter and slept on the couch. Every sensation felt amplified, from the curve of her usually unfeeling horns scraping against the floor when she moved her head, making it difficult to lay down properly. Or the throbbing in her loins forming a terrible cacophony with the squirming of her stomach. Finally, after nearly an hour of fidgeting and fighting her instincts, Lil gave into them.

"You've got a hell of an essence, you know?" Murmuring to herself in frustration, she threw off her covers and padded toward his bed on bare feet. Surely her niece would understand - the walls were thin, but they could keep quiet, and she always did fall asleep quickly even when she was a kid. "I really don't get it. Glasses is full-blooded demon and ended up a limp-dicked virgin." Despite her efforts and the increasingly lowering volume of her whispering, a bit of noise was produced by the protesting of the springs beneath her weight. His sleeping visage was, frankly, adorable. She remained there for a few moments observing the gentle rise and fall of his chest, her hands planted on either side of his thighs... until finally, growing impatient, the demon lowered her body and balanced on one hand in the interest of pulling down the waistband of his pants. "Let's see what we have he-... ah." A wicked grin curled onto her face as she drew the elastic further and further down, overextending her arm to reveal the full length. "...My, my. What has my sweet little niece been up to the last few decades to produce something like this?"
[00:26] Jak Jerrel: (Still typing or my turn?)
[00:27] Lil: ( Your turn. Was just gonna say posts shouldn't take that long from here on out, had to take care of a now-gone distraction in between. )
[00:28] Jak Jerrel: (No prob)
[00:39] Jak Jerrel lay there, quietly asleep, the creaking of the mattress failing to wake the young man as the demoness rose and removed his light covers. He only stirred slightly at the feel of the air, but he seemed to suffer the same as his mother, the young man a deep sleeper and ever quick to fall. Still it wasn't perfect, and already his dreams ever incoherent began to change as the very presence of Lil drew the world into a far more lewd state. Jak was mostly human, his mother a half succubus, the young man a quarter at best. Yet his essence was undeniable, like a prime cut of meat for a succubus, the scent of male and virility, the sheer vitality. He was human, but the demonic bits made him all the sweeter, an unfair allure to her kin. And as she revealed that cock, the smell of male, pheromones, a size that even incubi could be jealous of. What ever human was Jak's father, he had to have been prime material, or maybe it was just all Lil's family genes and their inherent magic, but the tool even flaccid seemed to be made for lust.

Jak didn't stir even as his cock hit the air, though he frowned, her soft words muffled into his dreams. Her own sweet scent, gave the figure a feminine form in his dreams, the hard on he had been fighting all day caused by her very presence uninhibited in his sleep. She could feel his cock slowly wake, thickening, lengthening. No man could hope to stay flaccid for long in her presence, and his scent calling for her. His mother was far to succubus to have such a scent, but this young man, he registered as prey.
[00:54] Lil: For all her adoration of cocks, Lil never found herself especially fond of the flaccid state. It was milquetoast and carried far too many negative connotations for her performance regardless of the circumstances; if somone refused to become rigid in her presence, it was a sign of something seriously wrong, a warning fag not unlike the strong coloration of the poison dart frog. A deterrent stronger than any scent or lack thereof, a surefire sign of impotence. For one, aphrodisiac magic seemed to make up her entire lifeblood - nobody else in the entire Pitch Black World could compare to her expertise in the field. The hallmark? Its passive function, the way endorphins shot right up his spine the moment her fingertips brushed against the flesh of his navel before she had a chance to consciously cast. For another, it was a serious blow to her pride given how little time she wished to waste. With the elastic inching back over his legs and his cock exposed, Lil could get to work at long last. She sat back on her haunches, parted her jaws like a snake ready to devour its prey, and promptly began to nurse the tip, tongue regularly flitting over the frenulum and lapping minuscule rivulets of precum from the dip of his urethra. Taste only served to enhance the musk, but she had to focus. If she attended to her own non-sustaining needs now, she'd never be able to look at herself in the mirror and call herself worthy of her wedding ring. No. She had to press on, one hand struggling to support the stiffening shaft while the other gently massaged those rippling balls, coaxing them to release a load into her anxious stomach. Her life quite literally depended on it.
[00:58] System: Jak Jerrel changed status to Busy, In play
[01:12] Jak Jerrel cock rose in her very presence, the tip of her fingers brushing against his surprising fit form, his hips rising slightly as blood filled his rod, the cock rising, heavy veins coating it, the tip beginning to drip pre. His dream became more erotic, the image of the woman still unclear, the pleasure of her touch mixing with reality to ever be surreal, like a clap of thunder mixing in with a dream at the precise moment lightning coursed through the sky, as if the subconscious knew before the walking mind. It rose and thicken, a true picture of manhood. And when her mouth pressed against its fat head, it pulsed with need for her, his pre utterly delicious, a step beyond any mortal, thick as her hand played with his balls, each the size of grapefruit, her touch sending pleasure. It was just not right how good the young man tasted, almost unfair as if his mother was keeping him all to herself. It pulsed in her mouth, helpless before her need. It quickly rose to full height, a tool truly to make women look at awe, attached to a very kind hearted and honest young man. His scent continued its call, his taste teased her hunger, the young man unable to hold back in his dreams. It didn't take long, she was a succubus and despite his gifts, he was mortal. There was no resistance to her gifts as she could feel his balls clench, the sweet taste of her lips and tongue against him igniting an orgasm. Thick cum, copious in volume, thick and virility incarnate was shot from that hefty rod, throbbing more and more for her, the flavor, the life contained a succubi's dream.

Jak began to wake, even he couldn't stay asleep after cumming, a soft cry had come from his lips, now breath panting, blurry eyes looking down to see her as his cock poured enough seed for several men and then some. "Wha... what?" He murmured, his brain unable to keep up with events, and his cock remaining ever hard despite the immense load it had given.
[01:44] Lil: No sooner did the demon poise the head at the very cusp of her throat did she feel it, the traitorous pulse of his cock and tightening of his balls that signalled the beginning of her meal. With carefully timed flexes of her throat, practiced and passed down through generations, she swallowed at least two load's worth before her throat muscles failed her and she had to pull away, wheezing and desperate for air. Semen dribbled out of her distended cheeks and down her parted lips while she gasped for air, the remainder embedding itself in her hair and clinging fast to her eyelashes. The potent scent pervaded every bit of her olfactory system, though, and soon left her scrabbling like a dog for table scraps dragging missed strings of goopy seed into her mouth. Imbued with life energy in even higher counts than his sperm, the succubus pondered why the hell he was still standing after cumming that hard. Thankfully for her pride, she remembered herself moments before pressing her lips to his cock again, and lingered for a moment with the bulk of the shaft resting diagonally against her nose and forehead. The wings in her hair fluttered and twitched as if running off the huge energy boost she gleaned from the meal. "Are you awake, sleepyhead? I didn't want to disturb your mother this late at night just 'cause I was hungry, so I thought I'd hold you accountable for making me that way." Feather-light as not to scratch, she traced the route of one of the veins blindly with the tip of one manicured sable fingernail. "Your uncle filled me up in every orifice an hour before I showed up so I know my stomach didn't empty that fast. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you'd make a wonderful incubus... ufufu." Must. Resist. Urge. To. Start. Sucking. Get it together, Lil. You married a devil and sucked off at least one god, you can handle some halfling punk whose blood has been so watered down it's practically nil. Besides, what would your niece say if you got carried away and killed him? Even now, with just a bit of contact, it's so tantalizingly easy to suck it out passively through skin-to-skin osmosis... but she refrains.
[02:04] Jak Jerrel: Cum dripped down his shaft and painted his thighs, excess seed that didn't make it to coat her face, and coat her throat. Even for the size of his balls, the amount was utterly obscene, and yet she could sense, could practically taste that he had far more to give, so much seed, so much life that any lesser succubus would have had their instincts driven into a frenzy in need. Her face against his rod, she could feel his heat, feel each throb, the pleasure of her touch making it drool, like it hadn't cum at all, eager, so very eager to give her more and more. Jak could feel the pleasure of his cock and gave a soft groan, unable to help himself in shifting his hips, trying to find more purchase, more friction. He slowly came into being to see her face, wet with his seed, the majority scooped and devoured, but her wings he had thought were just a decoration now flapping, making his eyes widen. "Lil?" He was utterly confused, slapping clumsily for his glasses, and resting them on his face. "Oh... oh god." He looked at the sight, and his face flushed with utter embarrassment, trying to piece her words together. "I'm... I'm sorry Aunt Lil." His ears were on fire. "I... why is my pants off and my cock out? Did... I..." His face burned more. He had been fighting urges that came with the beautiful woman all day, his libido stronger than a normal humans. Twice he had snuck away to relieve himself, each acts unknowingly making Lil hungrier as her body sensed the essence. And now he had came. "I can... I can get you some towels if you..." He was too embarrassed to say it, never caught in a situation like this. And part of him didn't want to leave, his cock demanding more, eager to taste her throat, her form, her fingers. Just looking at her, covered in his cum, it made his cock buck with need.
[02:16] System: Anthro Jelly is offline.
[02:17] System: Anthro Jelly is online.
[02:17] System: Anthro Jelly changed status to Online
[02:24] Lil: "You're not going anywhere." For a woman with such a delicate hourglass figure, she sure had some strength; he could feel it when she pressed her palms into his jutting pelvis and rose her torso as high as she possibly could, the sweat-and-saliva-slick rod making slimy noises as it slid up her face and further assaulted her nostrils, tapping into the most primordial parts of her semi-supernatural brain. "I've sucked more cock than you could possibly imagine, kid. Your uncle knows every part of my body right down to the precise placement of my organs, but never, ever have I had something as long as my leg, let alone one with halfling semen. Let me have this." She sat back upright and delivered a teasing lick to the swollen tip of his cock. "Use my horns, grab my tits, I don't care. As long as you're pumping life energy out of those virile little balls and into my stomach, I won't tell your mom about how you totally dragged me into your bed and used me as a fucktoy." Blackmail secured, target acquired. One, two, three agonizing pumps of her hands later, she parted her lips once again and, without hesitation this time, swallowed nearly ten inches. A little over half of his cock remained exposed to the open air, but the sight was still one to behold; her jaws split open, her eyes were rolled back into their half-lidded sockets, and tiny sounds of flapping sounded from her wings from the pure bliss his musk was forcing her to experience. Everything vacated her mind - their relation, her husband, her son, her gag reflex protesting from the insertion bulging out her esophagus like an obscenely distorted Eve's apple - and she focused only on near-mindlessly bobbing her head, a slave to her instincts. Her instincts had one clear message: empty this boy's balls, make those veins bulge out and work for their keep even if it costs his life.
[02:45] Jak Jerrel froze at the sound of her voice, surprised by her strength as she rose. He looked at her with confusion, not sure what to do till she gave her ultimatum and he was left with her words lingering in the air. "I... Aunt Lil..." He had no words to object, especially as her hand pumped his cock, it was clear he desired this as much as she did, even if he knew not the consequences. "Fuck! Aunt Lil!" He moaned, trying to keep his voice down as she swallowed his cock. No woman could compare to her lips, to her tight esophagus as she took more cock than any girlfriend he had ever had, a groan escaping his lips as his hands moved to her horns, gripping and finding with surprise that they were real. His cock throbbed in her mouth, his seed coating adding to its sinful flavor, stretching her throat. His aunt apparently wanted this, she was the one to initiate this, taking his cock and shoving it into her throat. At least that was what he justified as he gripped her horns, rubbing them experimentally before using them to shove his cock even deeper, needing it, craving it. "Fuck, you're amazing Aunt Lil!" He panted, adding a couple more inches, his cock fiercely pulsing in her mouth. He groaned as she began to fiercely bob, thrusting his own hips up from the bed and pulling her deeper as she went down and helping her up, lost to his own need in the sea of hers. It wasn't long before she could feel that cock bulge, his balls tighten again, her stomach receiving another hefty virile load, losing no volume, no virility from the first, a muffled cry on his lips as he shoved a blanket to bite the bullet. The cream hit her stomach like a weight, so potent it would have made a lesser succubus climax just from the life it gave. Jak looked paler, out of breath as he came, but still his cock throbbed. His vitality was immense, but he was still mortal and couldn't last forever. And yet, the feel of her, it was clear he didn't want to stop. "Aunt Lil... Can I... I wouldn't mind pleasuring you too." His face burned, guilt for using her horns like that, even as he craved more.
[03:07] System: Witten Blake is offline.
[03:10] Lil: "Mmnh-gh! Nhgh..." Even if she were capable of uttering anything more intelligible with every linguistic organ in her body (including her brain) absolutely full of his cock, she wouldn't. She was too busy focused on the wet, tremulous pressure building between her numbing legs and the heightened sensation of the t-shirt fabric rubbing against her diamond-hard nipples; the burning in her throat, the slight distension of her flat stomach, and the endorphin-dulled numbness of her overworked jaw and absolutely ravaged throat were not to be understated, either. The only respite she possessed, with tears beading in her eyes, slobber leaking out of the sides of her suction-swollen lips and her shorts practically soaked through with accumulating natural lubricant, was that this time not a drop was wasted on account of his glans practically being inside of her stomach. With heaving nose breaths she huffed in a final scent of the wiry pubic hair her nose had been crammed into, pressing her lips down around the rigid flesh to ensure absolute cleanliness, and swallowed the mixture of mucus and what little semen bubbled up out of her nearly over capacity stomach. Extremely efficient at processing or no, at least a gallon had to be churning there now, but she had no time to think about it.

"Hmn, is my mouth not good enough?" Still licking her lips and lapping every little molecule off her pearly white teeth, she teased him while she adjusted her stance to place weight on her knees rather than her shins. This served precisely one purpose: allowing her to hook her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and pull them down, but her black thong stayed intact. The concealing cloth was hardly modest, though, given how tightly it had been packed between her outer lips, the outline of her inner labia painfully visible even in the poor light. The view, unfortunately for him, wasn't maintained for long. She needed release way too badly for all that. Instead, she was soon on all fours backing up blindly into him until her voluptuous cheeks were pressed right up against his vein-addled erection. Their heartbeats, though out of sync, seemed to form a rhythm, but such romance was currently above her, and her erratic breathing even seemed to spread to her slow-moving hair wings (which she unceremoniously pushed to one side to provide him better access. He had the smell of a wounded animal given his dwindling life force. She didn't care. No dildo would ever live up to this. "Size doesn't matter if you don't know how to use it, you know. Be a dear and show your great aunt what she's been missing for the past couple hundred years."
[03:13] System: Radst Rovh changed status to Online
[03:38] Jak Jerrel "Your mouth is amazing Aunt Lil!" He was quick to answer her, blushing despite his condition "I've... I hope I wasn't too rough." He seemed more concerned with her well being, and in utter awe of her. Not only had she taken his entire cock, but she looked fine, hungry even. He never met anyone as amazing. She seemed fine however, plenty of sass despite others left in worse conditions. He was surprised to find he was the one tiring, but he didn't want to stop, wanting to give her pleasure in return. He watched those modest shorts give way to that tight undergarment, the outline of her wet sex calling for him, his throat dryer as he looked at her, determination growing as her words egged him on. "Yes Aunt Lil." He sat up, his cock pressing against that shapely rear. He took a hand on her hip another to move that clothe out of the way, just to the side, marveling at the wetness as it clung to her and a strand of arousal followed the movement of the clothe. He slid his cock down, the fat head pressing against her entrance, teasing it as he wet his spongy tip, even as it was soaked in her saliva, before pressing his firm body against her back, wrapping his arms around her, kissing her neck with utter affection, clearly wanting to please her and distract her a bit as he began to spread her wide on his cock. It filled her, that belly bulging with his girth, stretching her out, pushing into her depths like no other. His veins scrapped against her folds, pushing inside as he growled with desire against her ear, gently turning her head to face him to steal a hungry kiss from his Aunt.

If there was one aspect he was undoubtedly skilled, it was with his lips. Almost instinctively he danced with her tongue like a pro, groaning into her mouth, not minding at all his own taste, more focused on hers. Most mortals would melt on her lips yet he was able to keep a semblance of mind to keep the dance up, hungry for her taste. Her pussy wasn't like anything he had ever felt, his cock threatening to cum just at the entrance, pressing into her cervix not even half way before plowing through and invading her womb. His cock made her belly bulge with absolute obscenity, pumping pre into her, teasing her with more of that godly flavor as he needed her. He began to thrust soon after, each thrust taking him even deeper till his hips finally met hers, his balls slapping against her, his thrusts powerful, needful yet slow, his arms holding her and his lips ever hungry. He broke the kiss to growl for her, "Is this what you like Aunt Lil? My throbbing cock inside you, shaping you to it?" His eyes looked more red, an incubus in him after all. But he couldn't hold out against her sinful body, her pussy far beyond that of a human, her hunger absolute, gripping, milking her prey even as his cock worked to claim her. He came inside her, pumping her ever more full, another copious thick load of life for her to gobble, pouring into her, a sea of white so full of life she could run a marathon and feel nothing. He grew even paler, growing weaker as he rested on her, panting, his cock pumping more seed, slowing down. He would not survive another load like that, even as his hefty seed was so utterly addicting.
[03:49] System: Witten Blake is offline.
[03:59] System: Radst Rovh changed status to Looking, Looking to knock up a shemale. Dommes preferred.
[04:18] Lil: "Ufufu, is anything even i-nnnh?!" Another taunt based on his insistence on testing the waters gave way to a nearly ear-splitting moan that she had to clamp her palm over her mouth for before her upper body collapsed under their combined weight, her thighs parted and cunt greedily swallowing his entire length with combined fluids dribbling down the insides of her legs. All that accumulated juice had nowhere to go with that massive girth being pressed in so forcefully. In fact, around the eight inch mark, her body was wracked by a tempestuous orgasm that surely woke up her niece, heightening her sensitivity tenfold. Satanick was bigger than most (if he weren't, she probably wouldn't be loyal to him emotionally), but he could scarcely get the head to kiss her cervix before she could feel his comparatively puny balls against her bare flesh, and his veins sure as hell didn't feel like that. Not a square inch of her slit was left unattended, each powerful pulsation sending tremors up her spine and eliciting a helpless mewl from her glistening lips even independent of those deep, powerful thrusts inhibited by the cinching vice of her cervix (which, thankfully for her, was entirely unfeeling; succubi would have no incentive to take down bigger cocks if it hurt like it did for human women). The addictive attribute of his semen even made a rebound when their lips met, fierce competition with a handicap placed on her side. Her whole body was fatigued and flushed, her tongue tired from working his shaft and easily submitting to his wiles. Dimly, she thought through the thick smog of carnal lust that he truly was part of her bloodline.

"You'll have to do better than that if you want to shape a succubus, kid. I won't be molded so easi-l...yyy~..." Her speech came on the heels of her tongue lolling out for a few seconds following the initial release, and trailed off into more unintelligible, wanton moans as he gained speed. She knew all too well what that meant, and the friction sent her into another inferno-like orgasm that caused her back to arch underneath the oppressive weight of his larger body, her tongue to loll back out of her mouth, and her eyes to roll back into her skull... embedded, to the keen eye, with pupils shaped not unlike hearts, a sign of true bliss, her aphrodisiac powers flooding off of her in uncontrollable waves and backfiring on herself. Her pussy felt swollen and inflamed, her cheeks were hot, and all she could comprehend was that she was being mounted like a bitch in heat by her own great nephew, a kid a few hundred years her senior, putting his life on the line to pump her womb so full of cum her abdomen bulged out even further and thick ropes began flooding from her abused cunt. In her overaroused state, she could only form one word, murmured at first on out-of-breath panting but soon formulated into a more stern command. "More." When he didn't deliver immediately given his anemic state, she became impatient and heaved backwards. In a few fluid movements, she maneuvered herself so she could sit on top, his cock still erect behind her and copious amounts of cum spilling all over his abdomen. Beneath the white t-shirt, her ample chest heaved.

"I know you have more in you. I can smell it. Taste it." Drool dripped from her lips and glistened on her suddenly very visible fangs, causing her visage to resemble a rabid animal - the full-spread state of all of her individual wings into one wide, terrifying mass certainly didn't help. She was no longer the cool, under-control Lil willing to banter and play nice with her half human relatives or be mindful of her limits. She was a succubus devouring her prey even if it meant death. "Come hell or high water, it's mine. I don't care if you're tired or if you even survive. You're going to fuck me until my womb bursts. Do you understand?" A quick jolt of aphrodisiac magic just to make sure he didn't go limp. She didn't wait for a response. "Good." She reached behind her with both hands, grabbed the base of his shaft, shoved aside the thin strip of fabric standing between her and her last supper, and (after practically standing up on the bed), impaled herself, lubricated by their combined fluids and encouraged to undulate her hips and force her hips up and down by the acute sound of his balls churning, struggling to produce another load of any size. "You love me, right Jak? I don't care if it's familial or romantic or goddamn platonic. Just prove it."