Hunter’s sexy snippets

Chris had an ordinary day. Work was busy. Afterwards he nearly didn't want to go to the gym, but went anyways. He had a nice body and intended on keeping it. Once home he showered and settled in to watch porn and read dirty stories.

A video of two women sharing a long, pink dildo caught his eye first. Both women seemed to be enjoying it immensely, as did he. Chris enjoyed this video until a particularly annoying add popped up over the video. It was just a flashing, blank rectangle. It played strange noises through his headphones. He tried to find a way out of it, tried to close it, minimize it, anything. Just as he was about to try turning his computer off entirely, erotic images of women began to flash across the blankness, each a new one after the other. Soon words began to flash with the images. "Keep watching", "Keep touching" and "good boy." Out of interest, he did keep watching.

He found the sight of the women arousing and the flashing of the words began to cloud his mind. His hand was firm around his cock, stroking it as new images and new words began to appear. He recognized the rhythm of the strange tones in his headphone moving in rhythm with the images on his screen. He felt rooted to his chair, unable to move his eyes or body.

The roulette of images began to repeatedly land on one image, the image of a woman covered in shiny black rubber sucking on a purple dildo. The more her image was picked, the more details of her came into view. The more he focused on her shiny skin, the more aroused he became. She wasn't wearing rubber, she seemed to be made of it. Every inch of her was inky, shiny black. She had horns. As he realized this, the images of pretty girls touching themselves and each other began to disappear. The black figure flashed between words he eagerly obeyed.

She pressed her face towards his screen as if she were trying to reach through it, and she did. Nose first, and the rest of her face followed, level with his. Both of her hands reached over the edge of his monitor as she began to push her shoulders through. Normally, he might have been frightened at such a thing. Instead he was entranced. He did not move. He kept stroking the length of his shaft.

The screen around her still blinked as she reached towards him to pull his headphones out of his ears. The pleasant, rhythmic noises stopped. She replaced them with two thin, inky tentacles that coiled outward from her neck, under her hair and towards his face. She smiled at him.

The tentacles glide over his skin, a bit slimy but warm as they find his ears and begin to slither in. The liquid seeped into his inner ear, warm and pleasant. Whatever they were coated in made his ears and his whole head tingle. The tentacles curled into his ear canal. It felt really good. They began producing a beat all of their own. He hoped more of the woman would appear soon.

More of her did appear. She looked down at his cock, hard and twitching. I'm hungry, mortal. Her words echoed directly into his mind. She tilted her head and pushed more of her upper body out of the screen, large breasts coming along next as she stuffed them through enough to reach her next meal. A black, forked snake tongue slithers past shiny dark lips and wraps around his thick shaft from base to head. Her tongue tightens and coils around it as he moans above her. Her saliva made his cock feel strange and tingly, similarly to the tentacles lodged in his head. Within moments he realized his cock had become more sensitive. Succubi venom was quite the aphrodisiac.

She feels him throbbing and swelling as she pushes her body forward enough to slide her lips down the entire length. It pushed back against her throat and her cheeks sunk, tightening around him. Her head bobbed up and down in his lap. Each time her lips pulled back down tight around him, another thought seemed to wash away. The pulsing in his ears grew louder as he got closer and closer to his orgasm, panting and moaning. Every flick of her tongue made him feel fuzzy-headed. He was all too happy to sit there and comply while this strange rubber being set to make a meal of his dick. It felt so nice.

It felt as if she wanted to suck the life out of him. Of course she did. That's what Succubi do.

Cum...Cum...Cum...I'm hungry... Her voice echoed through his mind, possibly via her inky tentacles. He was compelled to obey. The forked tongue slithered and coiled around him, stroking him within her mouth. Her night-colored eyes stared into his as she urged him on. She desired to gain power through his orgasm. She craved human cum and she was so very hungry. Cum for Mistress.

"Yes, Mistress.." He moaned, answering her out loud. Chris's eyes rolled back into his head as orgasm washed over him, making him twitchy and loud in that way humans did that she enjoyed so much. Her lips curled into a grin around him as cum splattered against the walls of her mouth. She kept sucking until she was sure he was spent and carefully unwrapped her tongue from around him and pulled her lips away. His cock did not soften. It belonged to her now.

With that orgasm she's now able to push the rest of her body through and manifest fully, wide hips and all. She perches against the edge of his desk and reaches out to pet his hair gently. Now, that was fun. Thank you for all of your help. She grinned at him silently as her voice echoed through his mind. That belonged to her, too. You're such a good boy. But I'm going to need more help. 

When told to undress entirely and get into his own bed, Chris could do very little to resist. Once on his back she crawled on top of him and settled in his lap, wasting no time of her own and sinking down his entire length. He groaned loudly as her walls squeezed around him. He was still hard and couldn't possibly be harder. You'll be spending quite a lot of time like this. He might have thought that he'd enjoy that, if he had a mind for thoughts to cross. He managed to moan in response as her hips rose and sank back down onto him.

His mind was currently occupied by the pulsing of her tentacles and intruding thoughts. Any thoughts he maintained on his own seemed to gravitate toward the act of of being farmed for sustenance by the demon riding his dick. She wanted him to cum continuously. A similar wanting was imparted upon him by her own. You will cum for me over and over. he craved to do so. He repeated after her "Cum for mistress over and over." she smiled at him. Good boy. Her pussy coated his cock in the same venom that seemed to seep through every pore of her otherworldly body.

He felt another tentacle slithering across his leg, it seemed to come from her back, much like a tail. It slithered between his thighs and wiggled past his cheeks. It pushed inside of his ass. She intended to possess him fully. "Mistress.." He gasped and his hips bucked upwards as she pushed in deeper.The tentacle must have produced its own fluids as well. It entered him with relative ease. It felt very slimy and slick, and really good. He pressed back against it and drove himself up into her.

Her thighs squeezed around him as she rode him faster. Her breasts bounced along with her body. They were inky and shiny like the rest of her body. He reached out to touch them. They were large and soft, nipples pointed. He squeezed them, fingers sinking in and drawing a moan from their owner.

Her tentacle pushed deeper into him, stroking gently. She could feel him clenching around it as it expanded and wriggled. Her hips twist and grind against his. His cock is soaked in her juices as it throbs inside of her. She drove her hips down harder, squeezing and clenching around him Cum for me, slave. she ordered, words purring in his head. He obeyed.

"Yes, mistresss.." his eyes rolled back into his head and his hips arched upwards, burying himself deeper in her. Her walls clenched around him, milking his cock. The tentacle inside of him wiggled and stroked deeper as he came with her.

The succubus spent most of the night riding her new human toy and draining him repeatedly. By the time she decided to let him rest he was sucked clean of thoughts, cum and energy. The last thing he was barely conscious of was faceplanting in her chest and passing out.

———x———

Over the course of a month, Chris enjoyed frequent visits from his demonic Mistress. If she wasn't present, his mind often wandered to recent memories of the Succubus milking him. When she was present she controlled his body and mind. He became addicted to her venom. He liked being numb in the mind, unable to think or resist the way his body craved to serve her.

For the first time since her appearance, she hadn't milked him in over a day. She was away for three days and Chris began to worry a bit. He wondered what Succubi did when they weren't busy draining innocent human men of their sexual energy. It was possible she had a job or other slaves. At any rate, he missed being fed upon by her.

When she appeared to him again, she slipped out of a flat screen television and into his living room. Now her presence was almost always felt before being seen. A tingling began at the base of his spine. This filled out into his lower body as a dull throb and an accompanying urge to obey his Mistress.

Good evening, pet. How have you been? she smiled. An inky hand reached out to stroke his hair affectionately. It slipped down his body to retrieve his cock from his gym shorts. He moaned as her hand wrapped around his shaft, squeezing. "I need to be milked." she smiled and he gasped as her long tongue stretched towards him and flicked across the head. Yes, you do.

Quick work was made of his first orgasm. The way she sucked his cock made her seem more like a ravenous demon than she usually did. Clearly, she was starving after not having fed from a human in days. Her venomous saliva made every nerve in his cock light up as her tongue twisted around him between her lips.

Her head bobbed up and down quickly between his legs. She was sucking harder than she had any time before. The Succubus's lips felt like they were vacuum locked around him. Her fingers kneaded his balls, encouraging him fully to cum.

When he came he felt all tension leave his body. What he was left with was a familiar high. A tingling sensation crossed his body from head to toe. His cock remained standing, ready to be used several times over.

She stopped long enough before devouring more of him to explain her absence. One hand remained wrapped around him. I got called into a sort of business meeting. He thought of several dark figures clad in suit ties and pencil skirts going over the budgets in Hell. It bemused her. Something like that, but not quite. We don't have the traditional large table. We'd all fuck on it anyways. He found the idea of lots of Succubi having sex with one another deeply arousing. His cock hardened even more in her hand.

I brought back a souvenir. her snakelike tongue began flicking around him again. "A souvenir?" he asked, tilting his head. He still bothered to speak out loud for the time being. This excited him. A souvenir from the pits of Hell was not going to be a cutesy snow globe, though maybe a demonic one.

She grinned as her tongue began to coil back around him Yes. A fun one. First, you have to be a good boy and keep cumming for me before I can give it to you. He moaned and obediently thrust upward. "Yes, Mistress..."

She slowly sucked all the way down to the base. His cock throbbed in her mouth as her tongue twisted tighter around him. He found it impossible to tire of the near-constant blowjobs. She sucked his dick without mercy.

Her head bobbed in his lap as familiar tentacles uncoiled from the back of her neck, coated in venom. They slipped into his ears and the liquid may as well have leaked into his brain. His mind dropped even deeper from the light haze he'd been in since her arrival. "F-feed mistress.." he moaned as his cock throbbed harder.

Her lips slurped and slid around his cock, venom drooling down her mouth as she picked up the pace. Cum, cum, cum for mistress. The familiar and excited chanting sung throughout his mind, urging him on. Her hand squeezed around his balls. Chris was only conscious of the persistent throbbing of his dick and the need to obey.

When he came again, he came hard. His mouth slacked open and his vision blurred as his eyes rolled back. She kept thrusting his cock against the back of her throat until her mouth was filled with his cum. She swallowed it with greed. Her tongue continued to twist and flick around him until the throbbing in his cock had slowed. There was no trace of his cum left on his skin.

Draining him several more times after that was easy. Each orgasm left him more mindless, obedient and even more eager to continue serving. He had become quite addicted to getting milked. He enjoyed cumming over and over for his Mistress until he was mindless and empty.

He didn't even have a mind to count how many times he'd orgasmed by the time she slithered into his lap. His body felt mostly limp, but his cock was hard and willing. One hand reached down to hold his cock in place as she slid down upon it, squeezing him in.

Her breasts swayed hypnotically in front of him with every thrust of her hips. His hands slid up her body to touch them, fingers aimed for hardened nipples. It was clear that she enjoyed riding him quite a lot. Her walls clenched when she sunk back down his shaft, soaking him in her own fluids.

When she was riding him, he had become accustomed to the frequent use of her tentacles. One slid around the curve of his thigh and between his legs to push inside of him. It was noticeably thicker than tentacles she'd used before, and any butt plugs he had owned. It slithered between his cheeks, wet and coated in her venom. The venom helped it slide in easily, and made the stretch of its entry very pleasurable.

She rode him for quite some time before he noticed the throbbing tentacle inside of him begin to swell. He moaned and pushed himself back against it and rolled his hips up, thrusting deeper. "It feels so good..." The tentacle continued to swell and swell as she fucked him. Each wiggle and thrust of the growing tentacle brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

The tentacle grew a bit more before suddenly tapering off, leaving a strange rubber lump. "What is it?" He asked, gasping as she pushed deeper into him. A small gift. she moaned back at him as the tentacle deposited the supposed gift. It was round and smooth. It felt good and it throbbed inside of him. He realized quickly that it felt like an egg. He groaned as he clenched around it. The tentacle in his ass began to retreat. The egg stayed.

The egg throbbed inside of him and even felt like it was vibrating as she continued to ride him. His cock swelled and throbbed with the force of another impending orgasm. He gasped as the strange egg inside of him felt like it was beginning to leak out beneath them. He was sure it hadn't broken at all, though.

The feeling of liquid leaking spread across the back of his thighs and between them. Everywhere it touched began to tingle even more. He felt it spread to his balls. He looked down to steal peeks of blackness crawling across his skin near his cock. He couldn't manage the words to ask what was happening before he came again. He thrust up into her, filling the succubus with the cum she demanded.

Her pussy seemed to soak up the fluid every time, as he was totally clean and dry when she pulled off of him. She dismounted slowly, but her hungry pitch black eyes remained locked on his cock as they often did. This time she was watching the strange liquid coat his cock inch by inch as the egg continued to take root inside. The liquid coating like the Succubus's own skin. It was wet in appearance, but skin-like to the touch. It avoided his bedsheets entirely. As it inched up his cock, it felt amazing, as if her tongue were curling back around him slowly from base to tip.

He watched, entranced. "Thank you, Mistress." he moaned and reached out to touch himself. His cock was partially shiny. Half of it still peeked out above the rubber-like substance but was sure to be coated by it soon. She gently pushed his hand away and set it beside him. No, be a good boy and let it finish attaching to you. He nodded and obediently tried to relax as the rubber crept up his shaft. "I'm a good boy." He repeated, eyes glazed over and hips twitching. "That's right."The new skin was tight around his balls and his shaft as it expanded across his sensitive skin.

"Mistress.. It's going to make me cum again. It feels really good." he looked at his cock and wondered if it would spread further across his body. The thought of being covered in the strange rubber that felt so good made his cock twitch and leak more precum. He could be shiny and black, just like his Mistress. Maybe he could enslave others as well. These thoughts overwhelmed him quick enough. He imagined rubber coating him and filling every space, every orifice his body had to offer. He came again for the last time that evening. She wrapped her lips around his head, not even an inch away from the rubber growing on him so she could feed again.

He felt more drained than ever, but his cock was still hard. It always stayed that way until she was gone. Such a good boy. Thank you. she smiled and leaned over to kiss his forehead. Night night, pet. You need to get some sleep. As she slipped back off of the couch he laid across it and obediently fell asleep. His cock remained hard in the clutches of the new demonic device that filled him. He did not cum again that night.

 ———x———

Chapter Text

Ren let Chris enjoy his new toy for two days before returning to him. Or she let him be tortured by it. Leaving one in a cocksucking device that doesn't let them cum for two days could constitute as sexual torture. By the time she got to him, it was apparent that he'd enjoyed it despite not being allowed to reach climax. She'd sent a simple morphling to take his place at work and as far as she knew it was doing his job well enough. He'd eventually be allowed to return. Maybe. Honestly, she wasn't sure how the rest of the experiment would go. it was an experiment, after all. At any rate, she didn't have time with simple human work interfering with her plans. The morphlings had all the knowledge they'd ever need to achieve what they must in the human world in order to obey their Masters and Mistresses. Morphlings never fail to successfully imitate anything they are asked to. The morphlings are another one of the Twins' pride and joys. Without them, their human slave and toys became suspect for not being where they were supposed to be when they were supposed to be there. There were unfortunate kinks along the way, but they eventually learned how to teach the morphlings to replicate proper individual human behavior. 

Chris had become accustomed to the constant sucking and the constant arousal. He somehow managed to sleep and eat when he needed to as if his body were on autopilot when it came to his bodily needs. Otherwise he languished in the feeling of being constantly aroused for just over forty-eight hours. 

His mistress appeared well before he knew she was there. She watched him and contemplated how best to appear to him. She liked to custom craft her entries. He was currently watching porn on his laptop to watch porn, bent over, and using a cocksleeve to masturbate. She grinned. The rubbery ink had started spread across his upper thighs, nearly forming what appeared to be a pair of skin-tight boxers. It would keep growing for some time. Each time his hips drew back from the toy she could see his cock was still firmly coated in rubber. The rubber was swirling and moving and continuing to inch outward slowly. Each orgasm he failed to have was energy being fed directly into the device, sucked out of him as if she were in front of him herself. In time, he would be allowed to have control over his own cock again to some degree. For now, the egg seated deeply in his ass was constantly feeding off of his body and he needed to be kept at a consistent state of arousal, except when he was asleep. The twins did learn their converts still needed sleep and eat in the early stages or they would risk accidental death. 

Ren saw him roll onto his back and she finally decided how to appear to him. Her scent caught him first and then the flickering image of her began to come across his screen with the familiar, mind-numbing words. "Good boy... Keep watching... keep stroking... So mindless..." He knew his Mistress was finally to appear. His excitement grew as she began to crawl out of the laptop screen that was in front of him on the bed. 

He almost sat up but her long black arm reached out and pushed him gently back against the bed and he settled again. As she came out of the monitor she crawled up on top of him, licking her lips. Instead of going straight for his cock she decided she still wanted to tease her slave some more. She slithered up his body in an almost snakelike and certainly creepy fashion. Her she settled above him, knees on either side of his head. She looked down at a perfectly wonderful image of his face gently sandwiched between her thick thighs. She grinned at him a little sadistically. Did you miss me, rubberslave? His response was more of a moan than an answer which was enough for her. His poor brain was fried. She settled down on his face, and his arms came up to grasp her hips. She gently tucked her feet on either side of his shoulders. "Feast," she commanded him. 

He obeyed without hesitation. They both moaned as he obediently buried his tongue into her inky, glistening folds. She grinned and reached down between her legs, gently planting her fingers in his dark black hair. She liked the floof on top. Lizzie recently taught her what a floof was. She keened happily on top of him as he alternated between grinding his tongue against her clit and circling it. He hardly resisted the urge to pause and let his tongue delve and roll as deeply into her as it could. 

Her gentle fingers became more insistent, gripping his hair harder in their grasp as her orgasm began to peak. She road back against his face, grinding against his tongue. He hungrily slurped up everything she had to offer as if he were really becoming a hungry incubus, determined to drink her dry when she came squirting on his face quite sometime later. You've been such a good boy... so obedient... "Yes mistress" he moaned as she lifted herself back off of his messy face. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and he attempted to lick up any of the honey on his face it could reach. She grinned. That was cute. 

Have you enjoyed your souvenir? she asked, retreating to sit back in his lap. This left Chris's cock temptingly sandwiched between her vulva and his own stomach. He groaned and nodded "Yes Mistress. Thankyou.. It feels so good.." Even now she could feel the rubber coating his cock swirling and gripping him as she sat on top of it. I know it does. It feels good because you are a good boy. Good boys always feel good. Good boys like to fuck. Good boys are always horny. Good boys obey their mistress. You are a good boy. As she spoke, each sentence that started off with the words good boy embedded themselves in his mind like they were being carved into stone. He slowly, drunkenly began to repeat them word for word. " It feels good because I am a good boy. Good boys always feel good. Good boys like to fuck. Good boys are always horny. Good boys obey their mistress. I am a good boy." This satisfied her. 

She gently slid off of him and onto her back in front of him, propped up on one elbow. She grinned at him and with her other hand, she held up one finger and inched it, gesturing for him to come forward. Fuck your Mistress, slavecock.. He immediately sat up on his knees and crawled forward between her legs, taking her breast into his mouth as he crawled over her, his hips settling between her thighs. Her legs wound around him as he buried himself inside of her, pulling an ecstatic gasp from her chest. Her hunger rose immediately. Her pussy squeezed around his cock. She could feel that rubber skin undulating around it within her. She looked up and was pleased to find her slavecock's eyes had rolled purely into the back of her head. She grinned and grabbed him by the back of his head and pulled him into a kiss. Her black forked tongue slid between his lips and practically down his throat. before he knew it morphed into a thicker tentacle that licked the same addicting black ooze that seeped from her pussy and her pores. He hungrily attempted wrapping his tongue around her own. Her face tentacles gently caressed his face and slithered past his cheeks to his ears, filling them. Suddenly her moans, her voice, and the constant reverberating hypnotic buzzing that always rung in his ears became that much more potent. He thrust into her, his hands curling into fists against the mattress as every necessary muscle clenched in his body. He had been kept waiting for so long. She could tell it definitely had an effect. His eyes were stark white and as her tentacles prodded his ears she sensed that there was nothing of his mind left that didn't pertain to his Mistress and the strange thing wrapped around his cock and his ever-growing allegiance to what his mind thought of as "the dark side". 

"M-Mistress.. I am going to cum.. Please may I cum?" his words came in pants of ragged breath as he asked permission and waited for it regardless of how badly he wanted to cum now, just like the perfectly well-trained slave he was becoming. She moaned in response, rolling her hips up off the bed against his. As she did her tail slithered under them and between her legs. She nodded her permission Cum for me, slave, feed your Mistresss now.. Their moans and the noises of slapping inky rubber skin grew and filled every inch of the room as he thrust his hips harder and faster. His movements began to stutter as he grew closer and closer. Her walls grew tighter around him and her tail slid between his asscheeks, prodding his asshole. It gently slipped inside and prodded at the strange rubber egg that filled it, grabbing it within him and gently twisting it and pushing it a little deeper. Soon after his entire body tensed and he buried himself to the hilt and released what felt like the biggest load he had or will ever have in his mortal half-life. Her succubus body took all he had to give, soaking it up like a sponge. 

She wasn't done with him. Her tentacles dislodged from his ears and ass and she rolled over on her stomach and slid back up on her hands and knees in front of him. If he had any mind left about him he'd look like a kid at Christmas. Presently he looked like a perfectly mindless slave. She turned her head and grinned at him. His eyes were still rolled back into his head. She wondered if they would stay that way. Do it again, slavecock. she commanded. He shuffled forward on his knees, grabbed her hips, and immediately did what was demanded of him. Good boyyy..She praised from within his head while moaning out loud as he buried himself in his Mistress again from behind. 

She continued to have her way with him for several hours before stopping, knowing he'd be at risk for more than mild dehydration if she didn't. She kissed his cheek and sent his mind and body into rest mode until the next day. When she left she noted the rubbery ink had grown downward closer to his knee. It was beginning to slowly stretch north of his crotch.