Destined To Keep Cumming Ch 06

Copyright © November 2017 by CiaoSteve

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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author's Notes

Foreword #1 : All characters in this series are over 18

Foreword #2 : This is pure fantasy and should be read as such. It is not intended to be factual and could not happen in real life . . . . well at least I would expect it could not happen, but maybe you can prove me wrong

Foreword #3 : This is part 6 of "Destined to Keep Cumming". Although there is a little recap at the start of the story, you may want to read the earlier parts to get up to speed with the journey so far

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Emma Wilkes, a university research assistant was finding her world turning upside down. It all started after an encounter with a modern day vampire as she continued her studies on the history behind Bram Stoker's Dracula. It was an encounter though which delivered much more than it originally promised. Transfixed by his charm and good looks, Emma had invited him on and ended up being fucked by the same. Deep in the throes of orgasm she had felt the vampire's bite, those sharp teeth digging into her neck.

Initially treating them with contempt, Emma now realised that his parting words on that eventful evening may just have a little more truth behind them than she could ever have imagined.

"Remember this, my girl. If a vampire bites you mid orgasm then you are destined to cum forever more. That, my dear is the consequence you will have to live with.

When I say cum forever I mean

forever

. Not instantly but eventually. You'll find desires you never knew you had, but, for each that you satisfy another will take its place, only greater and stronger. And so it will go. The question is how long you can last."

With no rational explanation for her behaviour, and under the light of a full moon, Emma had returned to see her vampire once more in the vain hope that he could explain what was happening to her. And explain he did. Emma was transforming from your average girl next door to insatiable succubus.

She left in a quandary with a decision to make and not much time to make it in. The only way to reverse the effects was to find a willing volunteer to take her place. The complication though was that she only had until the second full moon, around two months, to do so or the transformation would be irreversible. Her dilemma though was whether she could live as she was or whether indeed she could live with the thought of passing her curse to another.

Back home she had to face the first step in her decision making, which was to explain all to her housemate Steffi. Her housemate who had recently shown her desire to become more than just friends.

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After her visit, Emma had driven home, thinking all the time of what she had been told.

Yes she had an answer, but was her life any less complicated?

And how was she going to explain this to Steffi? Keeping it a secret would hurt the one she held dearest. Was there an option though? If she didn't hide what she had become then how could she actually explain it? Either way she ran the risk of breaking their precious friendship.

By the time she arrived home Emma had convinced herself that there was only one answer and that was honesty. However difficult, she was going to explain all to Steffi and take the consequences.

The house that evening was empty, as Steffi had decided to stay over at the university, given that she didn't have a lift back. To an extent Emma was glad of the space as it gave her the time to get her head around exactly how she was going to recant this tale in a way that Steffi would understand, without thinking that her friend was going doolally.

She thought long and hard before deciding on a plan. A bottle of wine, a relaxing evening together and then come clean with what was happening. Maybe the weekend was best as it gave them more time together. It was set and all Emma could do was wait the few days.

Time seemed to stand still as day after day passed. Each evening came the same questions from Steffi and each time the same answer from Emma. An answer simply to put off the inevitable until the time seemed right, if ever there was a right time for this type of conversation.

Finally Saturday arrived and there was no turning back. The two women had gone shopping that afternoon and finished with a little Italian. Nothing at all out of the ordinary other than the minor detail that Emma's appetite for food was a fraction of that of her friend. Steffi wasn't missing anything though and added it to a long list of questions she had.

They returned home and Emma suggested that they changed into something more comfortable. Again nothing unusual as they often lounged around in the evenings. Both women went up to change, Emma returning first dressed in a white t-shirt and pair of pink shorts. The top was plain white but for a large pink heart on the front adorned with the words "I need you". The shorts were simply plain pink, matching the heart in colour, with just the tiniest pink lace trim at the bottom. Emma busied herself pouring the wine and setting the lights down low. She had decided that intimacy was the best way of getting through the evening.

Finally Steffi returned, dressed in her long white gown with not a glimmer of what may be underneath. Emma passed her a glass of wine and the two sat on the sofa. They sat in silence, staring at each other over the top of a wine glass, seemingly unable to start up any conversation. The glasses emptied and placed to the side, it was Steffi who finally plucked up courage to speak.

"So, Emma, are you going to let me know how you got on?"

Emma gulped. Much as she wanted to keep it to herself, she had promised Steffi an explanation. The problem though was that she really didn't want to break the young woman's heart or damage their relationship. She filled the wine glasses once more, passed one to Steffi and quickly downed her own. Dutch courage maybe, but she felt she needed it.

"Steffi, I'm gonna tell you everything but I doubt you will believe a word. Hear me out though and I won't blame you if you up and leave."

Steffi reached out with her free hand and grabbed hold of Emma's. This was obviously difficult for her friend but she had no intention of leaving, however complicated the explanation was. She squeezed tightly and smiled, a comforting smile, at Emma.

"OK, here goes. So you know I did something silly and ended up having sex with a vampire. And you know that he bit me as I climaxed and that life has not been the same since."

Steffi nodded, keeping tight hold of Emma's hand.

"And you know that I went back to see him, as he had asked, during the last full moon."

Again she nodded.

"Well, he gave me an answer, a rather far fetched unbelievable answer."

"What is it Emma?" enquired her friend nervously "Are you ill?"

There was a pause before Emma continued.

"Ill? I guess I would say afflicted rather than ill. When he said I would keep cumming for ever more there was probably more truth in that statement than I had ever imagined. I'm changing Steffi, transforming, becoming a s . . s . . s . . "

Emma just couldn't say it. No matter how hard she tried, the word just wouldn't come out. It was Steffi who tried to second guess what her friend had meant to say.

"Sick?"

Emma shook her head.

"Sex?"

Again a shake of the head but this time less convincing.

"S . . ." she was cut off in mid stream.

"Succubus . . . . I'm becoming a succubus Steffi."

"A what?"

"A succubus. A she devil. A demon who feeds on sexual pleasure. That is why I am acting this way."

There was another pause, a lengthy one whilst Steffi digested what she had just heard. With a deep breath she replied.

"Look Emma, I can see you've been through a lot but you're letting him get to you. There's no such thing as a succubus. You've let him into your mind and he's playing with you. That's the only rational explanation."

"That's what I thought too, but really it all stacks up. The increased sex drive, the reduced appetite, the hunger which only goes away when he cums inside. What he says makes sense and I don't know what to do. I have two full moons in which to decide to live this life or pass the curse on to another. You have to believe me Steffi, I need you now, more than I have ever needed anyone."

Steffi put her wine glass down and leant forward to embrace her friend.

"I'm there for you Emma. I'll always be there for you but don't you think this is just a little too far fetched? Don't you think you might just have immersed yourself too deep into a fantasy, into his world?"

Another pause before Emma replied in a low hesitant voice.

"If I can show you Steffi, will you believe me then?"

Damn, why had she said that, thought Emma. The one thing she didn't want to do was drag the young innocent Steffi down into her current life of depravity. Yet here she was offering to show her housemate how sex crazed she had become. But was there any other way? Emma needed her friend to believe in her. Whatever choice she made, Emma had to live with it but not at the expense of her friendship.

"If it helps then, yes. Show me Emma, let me see what you have become, let me understand what is troubling you so much. I will always be there for you."

With that the two girls, still wrapped in a deep embrace, kissed. A light, gentle kiss on the lips.

"Let's go upstairs Steffi where it's a little more comfortable."

Emma led the way as the two girls headed up, hand in hand, to her bedroom. It was dark by now with only the shine of the moon to light the room. Emma turned to her friend and removed her gown. She admired the young Steffi now dressed in an almost see through camisole and lacy knickers. Succubus or not, Emma wanted the young woman there and then. She smiled seductively and approached her housemate. One arm around her back Emma pulled her close and engaged in a deep kiss, her lips caressing Steffi's and that tingle of excitement rising inside. Slowly she opened her mouth and probed with her tongue, trying to ease her friend's lips apart. Steffi didn't disappoint and in an instant they were deep in a lustful embrace, tongues wrapping around each other like feverish serpents. Emma broke away and nibbled at Steffi's neck before whispering in her ear.

"Did you wear these just for me?" she whispered, pulling up the hem of the young woman's camisole and stroking her spare hand up and down the front of her lace knickers.

Steffi didn't reply but simply threw her head back at the tender touch across her mound, a rogue finger delving between her legs and over her pussy lips from time to time. She noticed how her breath was coming faster and her heart pumping away inside. Steffi was almost sure she was damp down below and all from one kiss and the caress of that hand. She jumped slightly as she felt the fabric of her knickers being prised away from her body as slender long fingers eased their way inside, sliding effortlessly over her by now smooth shaven mound as they delved down in search of their target. Steffi had hoped that being smooth down below would come as a surprise for her lover but a pleasant surprise. Without thinking, Steffi parted her legs slightly to allow access to her pussy, waiting on bated breath for her lips to be splayed and her sex exposed. It didn't happen though. One long finger ran along the length of her swollen pussy lips and then the hand withdrew.

"Oh my dear Steffi. One little kiss and already you're getting moist down below. I guess I know what you want."

Emma stood back and lifted Steffi's camisole up and over her head before returning to remove her knickers. She stared at her friend's perfectly formed body, large firm breasts with nipples enlarged and that shaven mound narrowing down towards an already glistening pussy. She sure was beautiful and under any other circumstances Emma would already be stripped naked and ready for action. These were not quite normal circumstances though.

"Are you sure you want this Steffi?" Emma enquired, worried about the effect that the night may have on their friendship.

Instead of replying Steffi came close and pulled Emma into her. Slowly she eased Emma's top up and over her head before turning her attention to her shorts and the knickers underneath. The two beauties stood there, naked, locked in a deep embrace, their firm breasts squeezed together and the feeling of passion flowing from one to another.

By now the room was filled with that light floral aroma, barely discernible but definitely there. Steffi stood breathing in deeply. It was a relaxing, calming scent and suddenly she felt quite responsive. It was just like that first evening when she had encountered Emma with the dildo.

"So, let me see," whispered Emma "why don't you spread yourself on the bed. I'll be with you shortly but there's something I need to do first. Oh, and while you're waiting, why don't you play with yourself a little. You know, get yourself nice and wet and ready for my return. Go on, I'll be back soon."

Why, she didn't know, but Steffi found herself compelled to follow the suggestion. She lay on the middle of the bed, pulled her knees up and out, and started to finger her moist pussy. It was very rare that she masturbated, so why did it feel so right? Steffi was so engrossed in her own pleasure that she didn't even notice the fact that Emma hadn't actually gone anywhere, she was simply standing there watching.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" came Emma's intoxicating voice "But you're thinking it would be so much better if I fucked you with my pussy. Am I right?"

"Mmmmmm," came a moaned reply "that sounds good."

"Go for it, all you've got to do is ask."

There was a nervous pause as the words sank in. Feeling the hesitation Emma walked up to the bed and, leaning forward, ran her fingers up and down Steffi's legs but never quite reaching that tender pussy.

"Go on Steffi, tell me what you want, invite me."

Steffi's body was a beacon of sensitivity. Each sweep of Emma's fingers sending intoxicating ripples through her body. She was almost gasping for breath with her heart beating a million miles an hour.

"P . . " she stuttered "pl . . . please."

Another pause as she caught her breath.

"Join me, show me, take me. I want to be one with you Emma, to be yours, to feel you cum with me."

Emma smiled. Deep down she knew this would be easy as Steffi already had desires for her, but even so it was amazing the control she could have. Now though, having been invited to join in the fun, it would be rude not to.

"Shuffle up then," whispered Emma.

Steffi did just that, shuffling up to the headboard end of the bed, and Emma knelt down at the other end. She couldn't resist but have a little taste at that dripping young pussy. Emma lowered her mouth forward enveloping those puffy lips inside hers, closing her mouth down and pulling them outwards.

"Mmmmm," moaned Steffi at the sudden onslaught.

Emma continued, pulling one lip then the other with each pull forcing another moan out of her intoxicated friend. Then she went for it, delving her warm tongue inside. First probing her love canal and then flicking her swollen nub of a clit. Judging by the moans, Steffi was already in heaven.

Emma knew though how to take it one step further. She pulled away with her mouth and went from a kneeling position to a seated position, cross legged facing the young woman. Emma spread her own legs, and shuffled forward a little. She lifted her left leg over Steffi's right leg and then repeated the opposite on the other side, lifting Steffi's left leg up and over her own right.

Emma dipped a finger into her own cunt to get the juices flowing. It never took long these days as she seemed to be in a permanent state of semi-arousal. Happy she was ready, Emma shuffled forward again, slowly, all the way until pussy lips pressed up against pussy lips. She smiled inside at the feeling of another woman's sex up against hers.

She'd never tried before but tonight she was going to make her friend cum just with nothing more but her own tender cunt. This worked on a cock so her idea was to see if it had the same effect on a pussy. It didn't take long to find out. As their pussy juices mingled, Emma's were working their magic on her younger friend.

There was a notable deepening in Steffi's breathing as she struggled with the sudden sensitivity emanating through her pussy.

"I love you Emma . . . I don't know . . . how you are doing it . . . but that feels fantastic."

"You like that, don't you. But I bet you'd like more. Tell me, tell me what you'd like."

There was a sound of desperation in Steffi's voice, desperation at the need to cum.

"Fuck me Emma . . . fuck me now," she practically screamed.

Emma reached out to grab Steffi's thighs and used them to pull herself closer in. Slowly she started to grind against her friend.

"Shit," moaned Steffi "I can't believe how good this feels. Fuck me, fuck my wet pussy Emma."

"You like that, don't you? You like it when I grind my tight little cunt against your sweet pussy?"

"Yes, I love it. Don't stop!"

Steffi's breathing was now coming in short ragged gasps, her eyes were closed and it was obvious she was nearing the point of no return. Involuntarily she was grinding her own hips in rhythm with Emma's, trying to apply just a little more pressure to her hardened clit.

"Little Steffi wants to cum, doesn't she?"

"Yes, oh yes, just a little more, I'm . . . "

She never finished the sentence as her body stiffened with the first twinge of her orgasm. It was exactly then that Emma forced her pussy hard against up against Steffi's and at the same time stopped grinding. She focussed on the feeling deep inside and once again her pussy went into overdrive, almost sucking Steffi's lips into her own love canal.

"Aghhhh, shit," came a scream borne out a mixture of surprise at the feeling of Emma's cunt locking down, along with the first explosion of her own orgasm.

Steffi bucked as the climax hit, one wave followed by another, each one harder and longer, each time the pressure on her lips increasing under the never ceasing grip of Emma's cunt. Her breathing almost stopped as she rode the crest of the wave, before, finally, it was over. Lying on the bed, exhausted by her exertions, Steffi hadn't noticed that she was no longer being gripped hard nor that Emma was now sitting and smiling down at her. Finally she opened her eyes, still gasping for breath.

It was Emma who spoke first.

"So, how was that for you?"

There was a pause before Steffi replied.

"Awesome, that was fucking awesome . . . if you excuse the pun. I don't know how you did it but I've never cum so hard in my life. And the way you clamped down holding me in was amazing."

"Don't you see? That is what it's like every time. First comes the seduction, then the stimulation, finally the orgasm and the feeding."

"But Emma, it was fantastic. I loved every minute. If only you could fuck me like that every night I'd be in heaven."

Emma reached forward and pulled Steffi up into her arms. The two girls embraced sitting in the middle of the bed. She pondered. Obviously the evening's demonstration hadn't quite hit the mark and she would need to plan something different.