A Meal for a Succubus
Alaric Thornton, baron of a small estate outside of Stormwind, was bored. It was not as if he had nothing to do at all, as there was managing the estate, studying philosophy and the military arts, and the other pursuits typical of young nobles to attend to, but his interests did not lie in these arenas. His father had remarked on his deathbed that he was ill at ease leaving the estate to his layabout son, and this statement would prove to be prophetic.
 
 
At his core, Alaric was a hedonist. Much of his time was spent at Stormwind's less reputable inns, where he would often drink himself into delirium and rent a room to fornicate with whatever pretty woman caught his eye. He was not unattractive by any standards, possessing a shock of blonde hair, a clean-shaven face, and a physique toned by his father's training, though this was slowly slipping away from him as he fattened on the comfortable life he now led. That he was a wealthy man no doubt also played a role in seducing young women to join him in his debauchery. His entitled personality, however, did little to endear him to his lovers, who he soon tired of anyway. Even these adventures of his were beginning to lose their luster, and Alaric's mind was beginning to wander in darker places.
 
 
To this end, he made contact with the dread warlock coven known as the Council of the Black Harvest. Promising a small fortune to the organization, he entreated the Netherlord to send an acolyte to his manor. Amused, the Netherlord granted the request, graciously accepting the payment for so paltry a task, and an acolyte was sent to the Thornton estate.
 
 
In the nobleman's bedchamber, the acolyte began the ritual. Given that Alaric's room was rather spacious, large summoning circles were drawn in a strange purple substance on the floor, and candles provided the only light to the fel ceremony. The acolyte, a wicked smile on her face, gave Alaric a piece of parchment with an incantation to summon a creature that would sate Alaric's innermost desires: a succubus. The acolyte left the residence then, satisfied that she had done her job, and that she would likely never need to see the pompous brat again.
 
 
Alaric began the incantation, his words causing the candles to flicker in an unseen wind, and a dark portal began to take shape. With the final word, the candles were snuffed out, the wispy streams of smoke from the extinguished wicks all that remained. With that, a feminine giggle emanated from the portal, and a figure that took Alaric's breath away made her entrance into reality.
 
 
Her body was nothing short of a masterpiece, the pink tone of her skin stealing the nobleman's words. Her legs, resembling goat's legs from the knee down, joined at her tantalizing hips, her modesty only somewhat salvaged by a small strip of cloth that served only to encourage wild imaginations as to what lay beneath. Her waist led to her smooth, toned abdomen, crowned by a pair of heaving breasts, her chest covered by what appeared to be a breastplate of more decorative than protective invention. Two great, bat-like wings sprouted from her back, enhancing her dark majesty. Her head only further weakened Alaric's will, as her long, raven-black hair framed her features perfectly. Horns jutted from her forehead as though they proclaimed her a queen, and her glowing eyes entranced the young noble's gaze. Her visage an unholy combination of innocence and mischievousness, her fanged canines flashed in a wicked grin from full, enticing lips that invited Alaric closer. Her sultry voice was the final straw that broke the nobleman's will.
 
 
"Greetings, young man. You are a bold one, summoning me here into your home." She grinned, her mouth once again drawing Alaric's speechless attention. "Bold, yet foolish." The demoness sauntered past the ritual circles, her hips swaying seductively as she did so. Her hand reached out and caressed Alaric's cheek, and the young man found her touch completely intoxicating. Before her hand left his face, he had the last thought that he could truly call his own.
 
 
Damn it.
 
 
"What is your name, young man?" Her question resounded in his head, her voice easily dominating his every thought.
 
 
"I....I am Alaric....."
 
 
"Good boy. I think I will call you something else, however." She put a finger to her chin, tapping it against her jaw in contemplation. "I have a few names for you, my dear. I will address you as slave, pet, and, if you truly prove yourself worthy of the honor..." The succubus licked her lips, crushing whatever sense of self Alaric had within him. "My supper." Alaric merely nodded wordlessly, a strange feeling of excitement welling with him at her words. "You may address me as mistress, my lady, my queen, or goddess, but my favorite name to be called by my pets is mommy. Will you do that for me, slave?"
 
 
Alaric fell to his knees, gazing up with pleading eyes at the object of his worship. "I will...I will do anything you ask of me. Please....let me please you....mommy."
 
 
The succubus smiled further. "That's a good pet." She gazed to the luxurious bed, and nodded to it. Obediently, Alaric stripped to nothing, his erect member displaying his eagerness to serve, and scrambled to the bed, laying down in the center of the mattress. His mistress, in no such hurry, stripped herself of her sparse garments, tossing them aside to reveal her lithe, lust-inducing body, and gracefully climbed onto the bed, crawling sensuously across the blankets and her new slave's body, then rising to loom over the human. "A queen requires a throne, my pet. Be a good boy and be my throne." At this, the demoness turned around, her buttocks raised and her tail swishing in the air. Alaric, his teeth chattering in anticipation, remained helpless as his queen lowered herself onto his face. Her rear settled over his face, her womanhood perfectly aligned with the noble's mouth. "Mmmmm.....lick me, pet." Alaric required no further encouragement, and his tongue began to probe her folds, eliciting delighted coos from the demoness. The succubus began grinding her hips into his face, further giving her delight as his tongue continued its feverish work. Alaric reached a hand to his cock, but his mistress swatted it away. "You will climax when I say so, and not a minute before, slave.....ohhhh....but do keep going." It was not long before the now submissive human's work paid off, and the succubus squeezed Alaric's head between her thighs as an orgasm rocked her body.
 
 
The demoness lifted her rear, allowing the man to gasp for air as his head was freed from the grip of her milky thighs. "Good boy.....I think you've earned a little reward. That, and I do so love playing with my food." The exhausted noble continued to inhale heavily, his lungs burning with the exertions of the demoness' smothering. His shaft remained as hard as ever, and with a wicked smile, the succubus turned around and lowered herself onto the member that ached to be within her. She inhaled sharply as he entered her wet sex, still raw from the orgasm achieved by her pet's mouth, and she began to buck her hips. Alaric moaned as his pining to be within this goddess was finally satisfied, and his cock was treated to a divine treatment by the demoness' powerful hips and silken heat. The succubus moaned as she engulfed the noble's shaft, her sultry voice only spurring the human to match her movements with his own. It was not long before the demoness came again, and the enveloping warmth of her sex was too much for the human to take, and he was overtaken by an overwhelming orgasm, his seed flooding the demoness' sex.
 
 
"Ahhhhh......good boy. You've been a wonderful slave, but....." The demoness licked her lips, and a low growl indicated another primal urge that she needed to fill. She leaned over and gave Alaric's cheek a slow lick. "Mmmmmm......you taste heavenly, my little morsel. And mommy's feeling a bit peckish." Alaric shuddered at her tongue's caress and her tantalizing words.
 
 
"Please.....please eat me, mistress."
 
 
"Beg me to do it. I know you want me to. I know your innermost desires, now admit them..."
 
 
"I implore you....I am only worthy to be your meal.......I beg of you, consume me, my goddess!"
 
 
"More!"
 
 
"PLEASE! I....I want it more than anything!"
 
 
"What do you want, whelp?"
 
 
"Devour me! Gobble me up! Swallow me whole! Eat me alive, oh queen of my life! I belong in your belly!"
 
 
"Then so be it!" The succubus opened her mouth impossibly wide, and with one swift motion, engulfed the human man's face, her hot breath washing over him as her tongue ran over his face. Her tasting did not last long, however, and her maw was soon enveloping his entire head. Lingering in her mouth for only a moment as he was savored, Alaric felt and heard a gulping noise, and he lurched forward as he began his journey down his mistress' throat. Every slurp brought more of his naked body into her, her tongue tasting every inch of him she could. Upon reaching his groin, he found that his arousal was only enhanced by his lover devouring him, and his cock began to burn again with desire as her tongue ran over it. By the time his member had entered her throat, he had climaxed again. It was not long before his body was entirely encased in hers, and his upper body had entered her stomach. A few more swallows from her powerful throat were all it took to send his entire body into her belly, which expanded to make room for its newest occupant. Only further aroused at being completely within his mistress, Alaric orgasmed again and again within the succubus' stomach.
 
 
Outside of her body, Disrida the succubus reclined against the luxurious bed of her erstwhile lover, now being digested within her distended belly. Reaching around the massive orb that was her squirming stomach, she began to massage her womanhood, aroused by the writhing of her meal. As she moaned in pleasure at her complete domination of the former occupant of the manor, she reflected on why this conquest was so easy. As a succubus, she could tell the innermost desires of her victims. Clearly, spoiled as this one was, he desired to be dominated completely, taught a lesson by a superior being. Disrida was perfectly happy to do so, savoring the feeling of a full, writhing belly and the most complete dominion over her meal.