to take no for an answer, I raised my leg and tried to straddle him. As I rubbed my damp panties against his thigh, his eyes hazed over, and he didn’t push me away again. Lust took over. The stranger allowed me to grind myself into an orgasmic frenzy.
Immediately after, I realized what I’d done and ran to my room crying. I promised myself never to endure that type of embarrassment again. That old Reaper retired and never came back to the house. I’d been mortified, but glad I didn’t have to see him again. Plus, he hadn’t told my dad. If he did, Dad never confronted me about it.
Back then, lust was easily quenched. It would take a few months before she’d want more from me. Then I began my research, discovering different ways to get the one thing I thought about nonstop. I also learned what kind of demon my father had been, and how to use the knowledge to my advantage.
I was no different from a succubus feeding on a person’s desires. I might not have the choice in thinking or craving sexual intercourse, but I could make sure I didn’t give someone my body against my will. As long as I kept my mind from becoming cloudy and my needs from making me into a crazed sex zombie, I didn’t have to worry, which was why I asked Kitty to come with me. Her presence kept me from slipping up and seeking out a male.
Back to the dream…
The woman was naked beneath the werewolf. Skipping foreplay, he lifted her leg over his shoulder. I let them lead since I was too wired and needy to pick what I wanted them to do. With his free hand, he aligned his dick with her pussy and thrust inside. She moaned loudly, and her back arched off the bed. My curse conceived pleasure as a mist—a substance I could steal. Their desire seeped from their bodies like a red fog. My pussy clenched. My body always wanted to be filled, but this would get the job done—even if I still felt hollow. Shaking, I pressed my legs together and rubbed as hard as I could. My essence rose above me, then absorbed the red haze hovering over the couple. A circle of pink whirled above them, soaking up their desire until all that was left was a trace of vapors.
Finally…
I took a deep breath and waited for the pounding in my clit to subside. A fierce wave of lust hit me instead. I bent over and held my stomach, biting my bottom lip to keep from whimpering. Oh, God. What? Normally, relief was instant the second I absorbed their passions.
It’d been a while. It’s okay. Once one of them reached their climax, I’d steal it for my own. Then I’d be back to wrapping myself in the armor I protected myself in.
Raising my head, I watched as he fucked her mercilessly. Her boobs jiggled shamelessly, and she cried out as he thrust and then roared as he came.
I stood and dragged myself over to them. His release turned into the same mist the woman’s desire had produced. My curse rose, ready to claim it for her own. She swept over them and took it all. I closed my eyes, waiting for relief. My pussy throbbed, my breasts were heavy, and I felt so empty I could cry. There was no relief. My eyes popped open as the panic set in.
“No, no, no,” I chanted.
“What the—” The werewolf yelled at my unexpected appearance before I pushed them both out of the dream. Their bodies slowly dissolved until I was alone. I sank to my knees and rubbed my thighs together.
“No, please,” I whispered as I tried to focus. “Wait, shit!” The haze my curse caused was already happening. I wasn’t thinking logically. I should have kept them here with me and made them fuck until it satisfied lust.
My heart raced and my mouth felt like sandpaper. I glanced around at my empty dreamscape where I should have been sated.
No, no, no.
Please.
No release came.
When masturbating stopped being enough, I went through a similar experience. Was my curse evolving again? I had done anything and everything in the dream world. I’d watched and produced many orgies to steal passions. But I wouldn’t let lust give my body to someone just to satisfy itself. It was my choice—mine—who I wanted to be with. It was why I hadn’t slept with anyone. Getting to