Mitchell tossed and turned in his sleep. His sheets were a tangled mess around his legs, his pillow soaked with sweat. Mitchell was restless because it was the witching hour, and even sleeping he knew she was coming.
She didn't come to him every night. Mitchell supposed being a succubus was a busy occupation. He had no illusions about there being emotional attachment in their relationship. He knew she visited other men. Many other men, he was sure. The thought didn't do anything to motivate him to stop her. He doubted he could have even if he had the desire to. The pleasure she gave him in her short visits was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Such a feeling isn't easily abandoned.
And then, she was with him. Like always she was naked. Hers was a business, and she didn't waste time with trappings. Soft skin and subtle perfume. Hazel eyes, almost glowing in the moonlight. Large supple breasts topped with brown nipples and curving graceful hips. Jet black hair that smelled like lilacs. Mitchell loved that smell and he breathed it deep as she caressed him.
"Mitchell..." she half-whispered, her hands running across his chest and belly to his already-rigid cock. She grasped it firmly and squeezed lightly. Mitchell hissed a breath inward at the sensation. "Ooh you're so hard!" she exclaimed. "Have you been saving up for me?"
"Yes," he replied. He was still asleep but somehow awake. He never understood how that was possible, but with a succubus it was difficult to use logic. "I abstained all week." The succubus giggled softly in delight.
"Good boy, Mitchell!" she said praising him as she stroked his flesh. As she did, his cock grew like always, growing longer and thicker than he ever was normally. Mitchell already felt the desire to cum but knew she wouldn't let that happen until she was ready. She slowly moved down his body, pausing long enough to lick his nipples before moving to his prick.
With a gleam of hunger the succubus opened her mouth and engulfed him. "Ahh!" Mitchell groaned. Inside her mouth he could feel her tongue working his shaft as she lowered herself all the way to his pubic hair. Buried to the hilt in her throat, he knew what was coming. She pulled back until only the head was in her mouth, and then she went down on him again. This time, her throat somehow massaged his cock as it went in and out, sending shockwaves of pleasure through is body.
She went on like that for a few minutes, always looking at Mitchell as she sucked him off. He was on the edge of orgasm, every muscle tense as he waited for the release. Then suddenly she stopped. She pulled back, his engorged manhood falling from her mouth with a wet pop. Mitchell looked at her in an almost panic. "No! Please!" he begged. The succubus smiled evilly.
"Oh, Mitchell," she said. "You'll get your release, sweetness." Mitchell sighed, lowering his head back to his pillow. She was just teasing! She always teased. Then he felt a motion on the bed and looked up again. She was squatted over his cock, holding the massive shaft in one hand as she lined the head up with her pussy.