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The beginning of everying - Page 115 - Let it climax - By Lamnia - Overview

You look at her face, she has moved to yours and is passionately kissing you all over.  Even suckling your hair.  You are dripping in pucker marks and the same gooey saliva that had coated your arm.


Thinking about the arm you notice it can not get a good grasp of her and anything you touch with it is slippery.  The other arm is fine, also enjoying the soft pushy flesh of this succubus.  It tingles, the arm seems to feel an energy tingling it.  The other arm begins to go numb as the saliva works into the skin.  It is weird these two different sensations.


She lets go a bit of your back allowing you to breath in, just enough to gain a moments thought, although it seems to be occupied by the thrusting pelvis against yours.  The rhythm is hard, firm, strong, sultry, and sending jolts of pleasure.


“Ahhh!”  Is all that gets out.  She turns to a new pattern of pumping you spike, knowing the mother load is to cum.  Although already gushing, you know you seems to be anticipating a HUGE burst.


Your torsos now covered in the saliva, a tingle like a limb with blood cut off its supply of blood is now getting it, it blocks out all thoughts but the tingle and the cumming surge.


Her arms now brace you and move you to that puckering maw.  You hands and mind can only grasp her breasts massaging her nipples, alternating from hard grip to rapid jerking.  This delays her enveloping you as she takes pleasure in this.


One last heavy grip and squeeze on her breasts, almost popping them, if they could… Her pelvis moved to a slow and deep pattern,  with one final deep pulse.  Almost enveloping your lower….  You explode into her as huge gushing fountain.


With this your slippery form pops up under the force, helped with her grasping jerk.  Her mouth has already sucked your head in and working your torso into the deep abyss.


The deep vacuum in her belly seems all she need to pull you in, as a gate to a void, the void of hell.  But she is making you go.  She does not need to push you in, but she is taking the delight in doing so.  Her arms, her tongue, her throat, and being pushed in against a tree.  Her tongue is tasting your form as it slides in.


You do not feel a belly for a long time….. As though her belly may not be in her.  This seems to be more of a gateway to oblivion.  On the journey you slowly faint from the tingle… You finally see what appears to be the belly, or rather feel the opening widen into a gooey pool of slop.  Your and plunges limply into it, feeling a sludge mire at the bottom.


Your legs still dangle outside, the only part you can fully feel in this dizzy haze.  She seems to be squishing them around as if playing with them dangling out of her mouth.


You pass out for what must be hours.


You jolt away feeing a orgasm pulse out of your loins.  Your legs are still dangling out or her maw….  She apparently was moving you to a position so she could jerk your engorged third leg.  The odd sensation of maybe she is walking is felt.


As if she is just walking a path in the woods not really concerned you are dangling out her mouth and just slurping your like a frosty. 


Suddenly you can feel your legs jerk up into the air, as if she has just kicked her head back.  One sudden suck and tug of her belly slides your right in.  As your feet pass her lips she pauses, and takes her finger nails and starts to tickle the bottoms of your feet.


The pleasure it so intense it forces you to blackout!!


She swallows the last of you in.  Finds the glade where the angel was and walks up to her.


“Another soul you do not get to taste, or savor.  He gave himself to me. To me and not your desire.”  She smiles wickedly….  The Angel only whimpers more, she can not take it anymore…. She is going to fall soon and the Angelic trap of the Succubus will work.


She turns her anus to the angel.  The angel can only whimper as the load pores out.


“Take him, you want to and he can not refuse now.  He has no will to say no….”


The angel moves her mouth to her ass and suckles.


The angel thinks maybe she could revive him in her belly, but she also know it is too late and she is too hungry.  The succubus knows she is fallen and vulnerable, no powers left.


She becomes easy prey.  After a long bout of sex sharing a meal, the Succubus’s long vigil has its just desserts.  A angel is unborn.
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