User blog:Safnar/My smothered fire

I was a prisoner. An order solder with the ability to set my body ablaze with enough heat to burn away even an Ignis. The monsters took me in the night many years ago my body killing three of the 7 monsters who had come to capture me while I slept. The other 4 were hospitalized from thier burns.

I spent the next few years chained in a cold room, suspended by my wrists legs spread wide, while Mamono after Mamono tried their luck at forcing past my fire to my heart. None had come close all of then retreating as there forceful tactics failed. Then she stepped into the room. As always my fire sprung to life burring away the fresh waves of Demonic Mana before they could reach me.

She was a succubus. But notably different from most Succubus I had seen so far. She was a few inches shorter than me and rather than a lustful smile it was a kind one. She had no horns in her long curvy brown hair. The only signs of her in-humanity was the leathery wings and long tail. She had a very large full chest, a soft full but not fat looking belly, and thick soft looking thighs that had no space between them as she walked closer. She didn’t even dress like a succubus. Rather than the few strips of reveling cloth most of them wore she had on a soft looking tight cotton shirt. And a pair of simple and tight pants. All together she looked vary squishy and huggable. I glared at her.

“Try your tricks and be-gone demon I am board with your kind’s games.” I said.

“Tricks?” She asked her bare sculpted feet gliding across the stone. “I have no trick for you no do I plan on forcing anything. Im just going to talk.” She said. She sat down on the floor in front of me.

“I will not speak another word to you.” I said. My fire light her beautiful face with a warm glow as her hazel eyes looked patiently into mine.

“You don’t need to talk. I’ll do all the speaking.” She said, and she talked. She told me of the wonders of the world she spoke fondly of both the human world and demon one and the soft melody of her voce ringing in my ears ate away at my fire until it was dim and weak. She stood up.

“Thank you for lessening.” She said. She gently reached out and took hold of my cheeks. My fire died the moment her smooth skin touched me. This was the first time I had felt anything but the chains in a long time and my surprise was cut short when she gently planted a kiss on my fore head. “I will see you tomorrow.” She said and she left. The wet feeling of her lips still on my forehead. I fought against it but I felt the touch of her lips on my head all night as I slept fitfully. She continued this dance of genital talk followed by a good bye kiss for several days. Each time it got harder to summon my fire and it was extinguished faster. Then on the day before the last of my imprisonment she asked me a question.

“Aren’t you lonely?” True to my word I had not said another word to her in the past several days. My fire was already gone despite her having not touched me yet and her question bit into me. I was lonely. I was crushed by the feeling. My head, usually held high, slumped as the question took all my strength away. I started to cry. She was up and close. Her hands on my head letting me cry into her shoulder. She didn’t touch me beyond that she didn’t force her body on me. I still hadn’t said anything but as I cried into her shoulder she shushed me gently saying it was ok and that she would be there. I had been there so long. I had been strong for so long and now she was beating me. I had felt my self-giving little by little to her persistence and now I was on the edge. Tomorrow. She thought. Ill finish this dance and make him mine tomorrow.

The next day when she came in I reached for my fire but couldn’t get it. There was a genital almost rubbery feeling in my core preventing me from drawing out my fire. The succubus looked me over with something I couldn’t quite figure out. No flame lit my skin. She nodded.

“So you’re finally ready then?” She asked softly. I was expecting a look of lust to cross her face but instead all I saw was love and deep longing. “Will you speak to me first? Can I hear your name pass your lips?” She asked.

“E-Eric.” I said without meaning to.

“Eric. My name is Sari. Im going to show you my love now. When im done you will be freed of your chains and we will grow old together.” She said. NO! I can’t let that happen! I thought. She moved toured me passing her normal spot on the floor. I needed my fire! I needed it now. But it seemed my body would not ward off her advance as she gently placed her open hand on the center of my chest. I yelled loudly. It felt as if she was brushing against my vary heart. Then came the small genital circles. She rubbed her hand into my chest pushing against the shirt so many had tried to remove. It felt as if her hand was molding my heart gently shaping it into an organ that could only love and love only her.

“P-Please stop.” I begged.

“I know it feels weird but it’ll be over soon.” She said bringing her other hand up to join the first. I was quickly falling. Falling in love with this wonderful warm girl who was teaching my cold heart how to love. When she was satisfied her hands could no longer work against my heart she let her chest keep molding.

“N-no!” I breathed her face was so close, and it got closer, Wrapping her arms around my shoulders her nose gently brushed mine. I was drowning in her eyes those huge hazel gems that filled my vision. I was trembling as she inched closer taking her time. There was no magic here as her lips pushed against mine and she filled my mouth with her tung she used strange muscles in her so soft breasts to caress my chest and heart into further loving her, but there was no magic. She was not forcing me my heart and mind where slipping of their own accord. She pulled her mouth off mine letting me breath but not releasing her assault on my heart. Fair warning the story gets explicit from here, I have warned you so if you have a problem don’t keep reading and simply don’t tattle on me and I might be able to do this again in the future.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Where your heart goes your body must follow.” She said. She snapped her fingers and every stich of fabric on the two of us was torn away. She put my towering man hood between her thighs. Not in her pussy but between the soft flesh of her legs using the juices from her arousal to lubricate me. She went back to kissing. It was far too intense. The tung merciless as it wrapped around mine and licked the inside of my mouth. Her chest worked on its own pushing and working at my chest and heart. Her thighs, which had no space between them and where slippery with her love juice, rubbed together feverishly drawing out climax as I was grinded against her opening.

<p class="MsoNormal">With a shudder she hit climax fist tightening her hold on me and giving a little jerking movement that forced me over the edge. As I spud my seed between her legs the chains let me go with a pop. Magically set to open upon my climax. She soft little succubus fell on top of me gasping for breath. That was it now. I belonged to her. Of coerce she would use every inch of her body to thoroughly train that into me, her feet, tail, butt, breasts, mouth, and eventually her lower mouth but right there in that room I had given up my resistance on the first orgasm.

<p class="MsoNormal">The next morning I woke with her snuggled warmly in my chest. I was an incubus and she my succubus lover. We would go see the world together. We would go meet interesting people and try many interesting things. I have often looked back at my imprisonment with fondness, im glad I resisted so long. Had I now I might be stuck with some other Mamono who wouldn’t quite get me like the girl in my arms.

<p class="MsoNormal">(The end)