v2 CHAPTER SIXTEEN: (18+) In which a transfer of energy is accomplished through oral ministration.

Una rolled her shoulders and grinned at Susan. “So… you’re seriously telling me I have to lick pussy to save you from godly energies?” Her lover, lying nearly naked on the bed, gave her a nervous smile and nodded. “Well, that is the sort of service that calls for a succubus.” Feeling urgency build in the room, in Susan’s very veins, she pulled aside the last of Susan’s wrappings to stare at her lover’s pussy.

Susan’s outer lips had grown thicker than any labia Una had ever seen, though her experience was admittedly limited. Susan’s inner lips were moist, deep-red folds of flesh that protruded from the outer labia like lipstick-stained sponges. Una licked her lips nervously, again scenting the entrance to her lover’s womanhood. Susan’s slit was pink and wet, with a distinct odor of musk and feminine arousal, along with all the strange fragrances Una had smelled earlier.

The hood of her clit was a similar pale pink color, moister and more delicate than her labia, but still engorged. Susan’s whole cunt quivered with every labored breath. Una’s hands shook as she slowly lowered them to Susan’s pussy. The heavy folds of her labia were soft and thick as a mouthful of sliced peaches, but Una hesitated, remembering the pain of her burned hand.

It healed right away, she reminded herself, and slowly she brought her fingertips to the moist crevice between Susan’s folds. She gently stroked the furrow with her forefinger, running the wetness over the top of Susan’s slit and pressing gently. The scent of Susan’s excitement hit Una once again in the face.

“Please,” Susan whispered. Una kneeled between her spread legs, dipping her head to press her face against the other woman’s pussy. She breathed in deeply, letting the scents of sex and sweat overwhelm her senses, and pressed her lips to Susan’s. Una could feel Susan’s heat through her labia, and the intensity of that heat grew with every press of Una’s tongue.

She extended her tongue into the folds of Susan’s pussy, then pulled back slightly, feeling the thick satin flesh of the labia against her lips. Una pressed harder against the delicate folds of skin with the flat of her tongue as Susan writhed. Susan’s taste was a mixture of earthy musk and sweet floral tastes—a mushroom soaked in dew and nectar. Susan sighed quietly as Una started licking around her clit, swirling her tongue across it.

She tried sucking gently on Susan’s clit, then flicking her tongue back and forth across it in rapid motions. Susan began moaning and bucking her hips against Una, and her tongue pressed even more deeply into Susan’s folds, like a serpent exploring a new nest. She lifted her head to look at Susan’s flushed face: her eyes were half-open, and she let out another sigh as she watched Una’s face lower to her pussy once again.

Una began to glide her tongue across the entire surface of Susan’s pussy, running her tongue from her outer lips to her hood, circling her clit with it. She flicked her tongue rapidly, like a hummingbird gathering nectar; Susan’s moans grew louder and more frequent as her body writhed with pleasure.

“Oh, fuck. I love when you do that to me,” Susan moaned. Una lapped at the entire surface of her pussy, moving her tongue across each fold and pressing it against Susan’s clit and hood. This time, Una’s lover began bucking against her face. “Ohhhh fuck.”

As she lavished Susan with pleasure, drinking her in, Una felt a hot sensation sliding through her mouth and throat, like drinking 120-proof Scotch whisky. It burned, but not nearly as badly as her hand had. She kept going, eagerly, feeling her own privates growing wet inside her tight leather pants. Keeping hold of Susan’s thigh with one hand, she tweaked her own nipple with another and then brought her hand up to Susan’s sex.

Una pressed her index and middle finger into Susan’s slick pussy, pressing her tongue down onto the other woman’s clit. Susan ground her hips into Una’s hand, forcing the fingers deeper. Una’s hand tingled and burned as she slid higher. She stopped just short of the sensitive bundle of nerves in the front wall of her lover’s cunt; Susan gasped again and tried to pull away.

Una’s tail snaked around Susan’s shoulders and slipped over her mouth, gagging her. “Not yet, little bird,” she murmured as she gently stroked Susan’s inner folds. Susan let out a muffled moan and stared into Una’s eyes; there was the look Una hungered for, an acquiescent nod and a gaze of utter trust.

Una leaned back and grasped Susan by her thighs, then hoisted her to a supine position. Una kept Susan pinned with her own body, though Susan looked up at her, struggling against the strength of her demon mistress.

“I want you on your back,” Una explained, “where you can see me.” She continued to finger-fuck Susan’s cunt—she could have finished the girl with her hands alone, but was careful to keep the tide of pleasure rolling. Susan’s breathing turned ragged with lust as Una toyed with her.

Suddenly, Susan bit into her sensitive tail. “Ouch!” Una yelped. “What was that for?”

“Listen…” Susan gasped. “Get up here. Suck my tits, please. I need you to suck on them.” Susan’s voice was pleading, urgent; she sounded like a frightened little girl.

Una frowned as she released Susan’s thighs and straddled her lover’s impressive torso. She ground her crimson pussy against Susan’s as she lifted herself to hover over the other woman’s face. She placed her palms flat on Susan’s breasts, cupping the massive globes in her hands. Una slowly pressed down on her breasts, smearing the nipples with wetness from Susan’s sex.

Then she lowered her head to one of Susan’s thumb-sized nipples. At first, she kept the contact gentle. Then she bit and sucked harder, feeling the blood rush to her own engorged clit as her body shook with excitement and arousal. Susan reached up and clutched Una’s head, then wrenched her mouth off and turned it to her other breast. Una bent to the task, lashing her tongue around Susan’s swollen, pulsing nipple. Again, the taste of fire entered her mouth.

“Like that?” Una whispered.

Susan’s hand moved down between Una’s thighs as the demoness lowered her cunt to the other woman’s mouth. “Oh, yes, love,” Susan whispered as she slipped two fingers into the succubus’ pussy, sliding them into the depths of Una’s burning sex. Una stiffened at the sudden contact and had to struggle not to fall off her lover’s chest. She continued to suck on Susan’s tit, but now she was moaning with pleasure and arousal.

“More,” Susan moaned. “I’m bursting.” Una redoubled her efforts, sucking harder on Susan’s nipple. The flesh seemed to stretch, and she knew Susan’s tit was too large for her mouth; it felt like she was trying to devour a melon.

Suddenly, she felt something squirt into her mouth—the hot fluid she’d tasted earlier, but spurting from Susan’s nipple like milk. She felt it burning inside like liquid fire; the taste was strong and sweet, honey with an undertone of spicy musk and the sharp, rich smell of fresh blood. She moaned with the discomfort of the heat and the inescapable tingle of it oozing into her throat. There was so much of it—she could feel the warm splashes flowing into her stomach, filling her mouth to bursting.

Then she was drinking it all down with greedy gulps as it filled her up, hot, sweet and salty at once. Her pussy burned, her clit throbbed at Susan’s ministrations, and her throat felt aflame. Still, she had never wanted anything so much in her life, even as it tore at her insides with rivulets of fire. The sensation was like nothing she’d ever felt; she’d never been saturated so thoroughly with something so intense. It felt as if she’d become a vessel for holy pain, a tool to be seared and emptied, an oven tasked to bake a sea’s worth of salt.

Then the liquid in her belly ebbed—she felt the burning sensation slithering along her spine and into her cunt. “Th-the other one again,” moaned Susan. Una pulled Susan’s tit from her mouth—had it grown smaller somehow, having released its load? Feeling helpless against the demands of her ailing lover, Una kissed her way to the other breast. She swirled her tongue in circles around the hard-as-a-rock nipple before settling in to suckle it, too. More fluid burst from the neglected nipple; Una felt drunk on the strange liquid, like a calf at her mother’s teat. She grew dizzy with the satiation of milk.

Then it wasn’t a gush of fluid anymore. It was a torrent. Una coughed and sputtered, nearly choking but managing to swallow the river of molten honeyed secretions. More fluid rushed from Susan’s breast. Una could feel it pouring down her chin, slipping out the corners of her mouth, spilling onto her hair as she turned her head. She tried to catch it all, even as she kept Susan’s nipple in her mouth; it burned against her skin, her scalp. Una heard her own voice, gasping and yelping as the sensations took hold.

Susan stiffened, her back arching like a cat’s. Una could feel the vibrations running from her lover’s body into her own as the curve of Susan’s back grew tighter and tighter. The slow, hoarse rasping of Susan’s breathing shuddered against her, and Una could see her head arching backwards with each gasp. She ground her pussy against Una’s thigh with frantic motions, pressing her own leg against Una’s cunt in a writhing undulation.

Una squirmed and moaned. She clenched Susan’s leg tightly with her thighs as her own pussy convulsed with pleasure. The tremors grew and grew until they felt like jolts of electricity, shocking every muscle in her body. “Una!” Susan screamed. “Oh, my lady! I’m going to—I’m…” Una felt Susan’s body tense further, powerful muscles straining in her grasp.

Remembering her grave task, Una tore herself desperately away from the strokes of Susan’s thigh. She sank down below her lover’s belly, licking at her clit once more.

Then Una felt another hot gush splatter onto her tongue and face, filling her mouth again with sweet savor. She gulped at it eagerly as the heady scent and taste of it filled her senses until she could taste nothing else. This time, the fluid was coming in great droplets, thick and globular, dropping into her mouth with a sizzle of steam and smoke.

Her lips and tongue burned as if scalded by a drink fresh from a kettle, and she felt her own hot tears pouring down her face. Glowing, liquid orbs fell into her mouth and oozed down her throat, distending the flesh of her neck as if she was a snake swallowing eggs; she felt her skin stretch and sizzle, barely able to breathe.

Above her, Susan was shaking in the throes of orgasm, crying out in some ancient tongue that Una couldn’t understand. Susan’s pleasure had spread like wildfire through her limbs, muscles twitching and taut. Now it was Una’s turn to cry out—it was not simply the feeling of climax that filled her: it was a flood of heat that tore through her body. Fire surged from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. Her cunt was sopping—but also steaming like a pan filled with hot oil, billows rolling around her torso.

Una squeezed her eyes shut; she could not bear the pain of it. It felt as if a hundred sparks, a thousand, danced a mazurka on the surface of her skin. She cried out for a second time as Susan’s massive, spasming thighs fell on either side of her and pressed against her head, clutching her skull in a vice grip. Una’s tail whipped around in a frenzy, lashing its way between the two women and striking them both.

Nothing remained but heat, filling her. A strange, dense pressure gathered and exploded in Una’s cunt, making her shriek with the intensity of it. A sound like the roaring of flames filled her ears, the scent and taste of fluid flew thick through her mouth, and she saw and knew nothing but darkness.

Susan gasped for breath, feeling as if she were floating above her own body. She attempted to prop herself up on an elbow, looking down at her belly, her legs. “Una?” she stammered.

A head of dark hair slowly rose from beneath the bed, with Una’s familiar horns curving over her hair. Between those horns, a crackle like flames or lightning jumped. Una’s crimson face stretched horribly in a grimace of pain, a snarl that twisted her mouth and showed her sharp canines. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, or else had become completely suffused with the yellow of her demonic sclera. The succubus let out a low exhalation, like a hiss of steam. All over her shoulders and face, drops of fluid beaded; sweat, or something stranger, but not golden. The room was filling with steam drifting up from her wine-red flesh.

“Una?” Susan said again, aware of the note of fear in her voice. She’d never seen her dark mistress look so feral. Una’s next utterance was more like a growl. Then she began laughing, a grating, mad laugh that made her body shudder—and Una let loose a scream. Susan scrambled up on the bed, away from the succubus, but Una grabbed her by the ankle with one sharp-nailed hand and brought Susan down against the mattress. Una swiftly leaped on top of Susan, hissing and barking with incomprehensible rage.

Una pinned Susan against the bed with all four limbs, her face inches away from Susan’s. Susan could feel the heat coming off Una in waves. She cried out as Una’s hot breath enveloped her entire face, scalding her. Her own supernatural strength seemed to have fled; now the succubus was strong, too strong to resist.

Una sank her teeth into Susan’s arm, and another scream pierced the night.