Talk:Succubus/@comment-25204624-20150315053039/@comment-28935784-20150906092128

I thump my chest and roar, &lsquo;Who wants some of this?&rsquo; I point a spoon at the monsters with my best SPARTAN-117 expression.

Next thing I know, half the horde of succubi are on me and all struggling to spoon me from behind. I whimper and thrash around, but they're already pressing their nude, sweaty bodies all over my back.

One of them leans closer and whispers, in a soft, musical tone like a soprano, &lsquo;Let us know when you're tired of the spooning, lover. We succubi have intense ... needs, too.&rsquo; I feel her grab my wrist and rub my hand over her mound, wetting my fingers with juices. She shoves my whole hand inside her, gasping and hearing my moan from her soft breasts rubbing against my back. She draws my wrist out and pushes my fingers into my mouth, and I feel a lustful haze close in around my feverish brain as I suck them clean of her arousal.