SUCCUBUS RANCH

 

Chapter Four

 

Elyse Alcott was looking for fun, something she had been missing over the past couple of years of her life. Over two years ago, her husband had passed away in a car crash and her life in Montana had become nothing more than work and home for the two years since.

 

The money from the life insurance and other motorist insurance had paid the bills easily enough, and what was left over had helped her keep the house; but without children to occupy her time, she didn’t have any company besides her friends. Even those seemed to disappear after Mark passed away, though. They were all friends of his and had seemed cold to her since she married him fifteen years earlier. Some had even tried to say it was her fault that he was unable to stop before hitting the oncoming drunk tractor-trailer drivers rig, coming in the wrong direction.

 

Elyse had spent two years in the small town she and her husband called home, living her life to nothing, and having nothing to show for it. That was the only excuse she could come up with taking on this wild adventure that she was doing. There could be no other reason that she was where she was at this moment.

 

It all began when she decided her thirty-ninth birthday would be her turn to enjoy her life and made plans to visit Las Vegas. She figured that if she couldn’t have fun in the so-called Sin City, then she was destined to end up an old spinster in a tiny town in Nowhereville, Montana. Upon arriving to the city, she did all she could with the money she had brought with her.

 

Her first night, she had lost over $500 at the tables before giving up and returning to her room. The next day, she watched a couple of stage shows and enjoyed the entertainment, occasionally throwing a coin in a slot machine here and there. By the time she was returning to her room the second night of her seven-day vacation, Elyse was noticing more and more couples around the tables and bars.

 

Going up to her room, alone, she felt like the world was crashing in around her, closing her off to that one sense of feeling of love that she had been missing since Mark passed away. That night, as she lie in her bed, her tears of solitude drying on the pillow that she clung to, Elyse dreamed that Mark came to her hotel room. He looked just as he did the first time she met him.

 

In her dream, his short brown hair, lightened from hours of working out in the sun on his fathers ranch, wafted in the breeze of the hotel room door as he closed it. His smell came struck her senses as the breeze from the moving air brought back her urges of wanting to hold him again. She got up from the edge of the bed and ran into his arms, the mixture of his cologne, fresh air he worked in, and his sweat surrounded her as his arms engulfed her in a tight embrace.

 

Elyse began to cry again, as her head rested in the nape of his neck, where her lips kissed him several times.

 

“Why? Why did you leave me?” she cried into his neck. “I need you Mark. I can’t live without you anymore.”

 

His hands caressed her back, and then stroked her long auburn tresses, straightening her curls before they would bounce back into place.

 

“Shh. Hush now, honey,” he told her in his deep voice. “I’m here now to show you how you can live without me. Just let me hold you for awhile, first.”

 

Elyse pressed herself into him and pulled herself tighter against him. His arms tightened around her and welcomed her trembling form and let her wracking sobs of despair rush through her. When she was finally able to control her tears, Elyse loosened her grip on Mark and felt his grip take release its bear hug on her. Leaning back, she looked into his eyes and saw that he had been crying as well.

 

“Oh, baby, don’t cry,” she raised her hands to his cheeks and started to wipe the tears off of them. “You know it’ll just make me cry again.”

 

“It’s okay, Lyse,” Mark leaned into one of her hands, kissing its palm while using his pet name for her. “I’m just glad to get to see you again before I have to return.”

 

“No. NO!” she gripped his head between both of her hands. “You’re not leaving me again! You’re here with me now; and you’re not going away again!”

 

Taking her hands in his, he pulled them away from his face, kissing each one before sliding them down onto his chest. “Lyse, feel and know that I can’t stay,” he said, putting them both over his heart.

 

Elyse could feel his hard chest muscle underneath the thin black t-shirt he was wearing. She thought it was nice at first feeling him like this, and then she noticed that was all she felt. There was only his hard chest, but nothing else. Mark didn’t have a heart beat underneath his flesh.

 

Elyse pulled her hands away and placed them over her mouth, shaking her head and whispering “no” into them. Mark quickly took her into his arms again, and held her as the realization grabbed her heart and crushed it under the truth of his passing.

 

When she was able to get her breath again, she asked him, “Why are you here?”

 

“Like I said, I’m here to show you how you can live without me. You need to find someone else in your life that will give you the love that I once did, someone that can please you as I did, maybe even better.”

 

“No one can make me as happy as you did, Mark. You were always my love and always will be.”

 

Mark pulled her away from him, looked into her brown eyes, and spoke as if he were reading her mind.

 

“I’m not talking about finding someone to marry, silly. What you need is someone that will make you feel as good as I used to. Here,” he spun her around so she was facing the bed and away from him,” look at yourself in the bed.”

 

Elyse looked at the bed and was surprised to see herself lying there, a pillow held tight in her arms, a bulge under the covers where she knew there was another pillow between her legs. She watched her sides rise and fall in a slow rhythm as she was taking deep breaths in her sleep. As she stood there, Mark’s hands rested on her shoulders and began to slide down her arms.

 

Elyse noticed suddenly that she was standing naked in the room and could feel Mark’s nude form behind her, as well. His hot breath was blowing across the bare skin of her neck and shoulder. His rough but gentle hands slid under her arms, along her upper ribs and came to cup her breasts in them. His fingers began to gently rub her nipples, causing her to take deep breaths.

 

Elyse under the covers started to stir in her sleep, her legs tightening around the pillow that was between them. Elyse standing in Mark’s arms raised her arms and placed them around the back of his neck, leaning into his embrace. He kissed up her neck to her ear, causing goose bumps to rise all over her skin. As he nibble don her ear, a moan escaped her; and his hot breath blowing into it was pushing her deeper into the desire to have him again.

 

Mark’s left hand released her left breast and began to stroke its way down her slim stomach toward her now moistening pussy. Elyse returned the favor by bringing her left arm down, inside his arms and reached for Mark’s cock, finding it as hard as she always enjoyed it being. When his hand reached her light brown patch of hair below, it ticked her nerves down there before his fingers found the exposed nub waiting for his attention.

 

Elyse, both the one standing and the one lying down, moaned and ground into whatever was between their legs. Mark’s breath began to pick up pace as she started stroking his hard cock in her hand. He continued to bring her closer to an orgasm with just strokes on the outside of her labia and along her clit, along with his suckling kisses and nibbles on her earlobe.

 

“Now do you understand what you are missing, Lyse?” his voice, deep and raspy with the pleasure she was giving him. “I will leave you a sign of where you can go to get the pleasures you’ve missed all these years, even pleasures I wasn’t able to give you before.”

 

One of his fingers just barely passed her lips before pulling back out again. Elyse under the covers groaned with frustration as the standing Elyse let go of Mark’s head and grabbed his hand at her crotch.

 

“Please, honey, please,” she begged. “Don’t tease me. I need this. I need you.”

 

The rough tip of his thumb rubbed against her clit, and then pressed into and wiggled it around, while another finger swiped between her lips again.

 

“Promise me you will go to this place, Lyse. Promise me you will go there and let your desires be fulfilled. I promise you that you won’t regret it, my love.”

 

Elyse ground against the hand that was teasing her like it never had before. The other hand continued to play with the breast it had captured, pinching and pulling at the nipple. Shocks of pain and pleasure were gripping Elyse and pushing her to the edge of orgasm. She could envision it being a cliff with just her heels resting on the ledge. Every second, Mark’s mouth and hands pushed her just one centimeter further but they also kept her from falling over it.

 

Elyse under the covers was now on her back, her right hand on her breast; handling it roughly as her other hand was down at her crotch, driving several fingers into the grinding hips. The sight of herself doing that was erotic and brought standing Elyse closer to orgasm, as well. She rocked harder on Mark’s hand between her legs as she finally gave into him.

 

“Yes. I promise, honey. I promise to go where you tell me to, just please…stop teasing me like this.”

 

The ringing of the phone screamed in her ear and Elyse sat bolt upright in the bed. Angry at the interruption, she snatched the handle off the cradle that was holding it and barked into it.

 

“What!”

 

“I’m sorry to disturb you, ma’am, but we have a package at the front desk that was just delivered for you,” came the apologetic voice on the other end. “It’s marked urgent and we were told it must be delivered immediately. Would you like one of our bellhops to bring it up to you?”

 

Elyse took a couple of calming breaths to let her frustration subside. Looking at the clock, she noticed it was just after three in the morning, then gave the man on the other end of the phone an affirmative.

 

“I’m sending…um, are you new here?”

 

“I’m sorry,” queried Elyse.

 

“Not you, ma’am. Just a new employee I don’t recognize. I’m sending up Mack, ma’am. He should be there in just a few minutes. We do apologize for the interruption of your sleep.”

 

“It’s okay,” she lied. “Goodnight.”

 

Hanging up the phone, Elyse threw back the covers and was surprised at the sight and smell that hit her. For just a brief second, she smelled Mark waft through the air, then she was hit with her own musky odor. Looking down, she noticed that her panties were soaked with her juices from being so close to orgasm but not the release she so badly needed. Thinking about the dream that had put her in that state, Elyse let out a moan of need again, letting her hands return to her breast and crotch.

 

The sudden rapping on the door surprised her and she looked at the clock. It has only been two minutes since she hung up the phone and the bellhop was already at her door. Quickly getting up and putting on the complimentary robe, Elyse walked quickly to the door and peered through the peephole. Sure enough, a man in a monkey suit was standing there, holding a large envelope in his hands. The name tag on his broad chest said he was the Mack that they were sending up.

 

Elyse opened the door slightly and reached her hand through the small opening for the package. Mack placed the package in her open palm, his fingers just touching her skin. The hardly noticeable contact sent a shock through her body and caused her desire to flare up again. She didn’t know why she was doing it, but Elyse opened the door wide.

 

Mack stood there on the threshold, looking directly into her eyes. She had the feeling that if not for the bellhop uniform, he would look either more at home as a pimp or street thug. But there was something inside his look that made her think about a dog that had been fixed.

 

“Hold on and let me get you a tip.” She turned her back to him and walked into the room, hoping to get the man into her room. Her need for a man was causing her to think irrationally; but she wanted and that was all that seemed to matter.

 

“That won’t be necessary, ma’am,” Mack spoke, his voice somewhat reserved, as if he was trained to be respectful to all women. Something must have happened to this man in his past, she thought. “I’m well compensated for this delivery.”

 

Never taking his eyes off her, not even to look at what skin she was purposefully showing through her partially opened robe, Mack turned and started to walk away. Walking quickly to the door in hopes of getting him to turn around, Elyse peered down the hallway he had walked. To her amazement, Mack was not in sight.

 

“What is wrong with me,” she spoke to herself, thinking about how she was going to try and seduce a complete stranger. She closed and locked the door, went back into her room and sat on the foot of the bed, looking at the large envelope in her hands.

 

Ripping the top of it open, she poured the contents onto the bed next to her. A key ring, with one key and small electronic device on it, hit the bedspread first, followed with a smaller envelope and something that looked like a legal document. Picking up the keys first, Elyse saw that it was a car key and the alarm/auto lock device for one.

 

Her curiosity peaked, she picked up the paper first and saw that it was a rental agreement for a new Ford Mustang convertible. Elyse looked at the signature and nearly let out a yelp of shock. It was Mark’s signature, and the date it was signed was that very day, just two hours ago, when she was dreaming of him.

 

Tears started to flow again as she stared at his signature, not understanding how he could have signed for something so long after his death. Looking through her blurred vision, she reached for the smaller envelope and opened it, trying not to get her tears on it. Pulling out the folded piece of paper, she found it to be directions, but didn’t give a name to the final destination.

 

Elyse decided this was too much of a mystery to sleep on. She made up her mind that she was going to drive to this destination; and find out what it is that Mark wanted her to discover.

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As she neared her destination on the map, Elyse kept getting a strange feeling that something just wasn’t right. With each click of the odometer, she felt something like a weight on her shoulders, as if it was trying to keep her from getting any closer to her destination. About ten miles from her destination she saw a man on the side of the road holding up a sign like a hitchhiker would have. She wasn’t going to stop and drove by, but she took a good look at the man and read his sign, curious who would be trying to get a ride at three in the morning and where they would be trying to get to.

 

His image flashed by, but it seemed to burn into her retinas. He was wearing old sandals on his feet, almost torn. His blue jeans were frayed around the cuffs with hole around the knees and along the legs. His shirt was un-tucked and flapping in the warm desert breeze. The pullover shirt was a dirty grey long-sleeved pullover t-shirt. The man’s face had not been shaved in about three or four days. His nose was straight and his hair seemed far too long and dirty for the blonde color it probably should have been. His eyes, however, seemed to be full of knowledge and seemed to pierce into her soul as she was just beginning to pass by him. His dirty hands held a sign that said: TURN BACK!

 

Thinking that it was a strange sign, Elyse continued her sixty miles per hour cruise to the place on her map. As she looked at the map, she began to feel that tingling sensation between her legs again that she was feeling inside the hotel room after waking up from her dream. The something strange caught her eye.

 

Up ahead, about two miles from the last hitchhiker was another one, holding up another sign. As she neared this one, she began to worry that she might be going mad. He looked nearly the same as the last one.

 

He had the same old sandals, but with less wear and tear on them. His jeans were dirty, but there were no holes in them that she could tell. His shirt was still un-tucked, but the gray was a bit brighter than last time. The edges of the collar and sleeves were not frayed like the last hitchhikers. This time the face was shaven clean, but it still looked dirty along with his hair. But the eyes were the very same eyes as before. They still pierced into her soul, making that tingling sensation between her thighs disappear as she looked into them. The sign, held by still dirty hands said: “IT IS NOT TO LATE!”

 

As soon as she passed the man, Elyse felt the lust strike her in the chest. Her nipples were instantly hard with need for touching and her lips felt a fierce desire for passionate kisses. The jeans she was wearing felt soft on her thighs and seemed to caress them every time she moved her legs together to try and suppress the growing desire in her crotch. That feeling began to fade as she neared another hitchhiker on the road about two miles after the last.

 

This one, as she grew closer and passed him had more cleanliness to him than the last two did. His sandals were clean and seemed to be golden. The man’s jeans were no longer dirty or frayed and full of holes. His shirt was now whiter than it was earlier, almost as if it had been just washed. His face was very clean and smooth to look at and his hair looked like it shined with its own light. His eyes were full of their own piercing light when she caught a glimpse of them, driving away all the lust that she was feeling before, including the slight tickle that was still crawling along her skin. This time his sign, now on what looked like a large slate board and written with heavy gold chalk, said: “DO NOT GO ANY FURTHER!”

 

Less than a second after she passed the man, the heat returned to Elyse’s loins. She could have sworn that her pussy’s lips had swelled and were kissing the silk panties that she was wearing. Her legs began to scissor open and closed, keeping the silk rubbing along her lips and clit. One hand left the steering wheel to rub her body, first starting at her breast, reaching between her blouse’s buttons and into her bra to cup her breast, playing with her nipple and squeezing it. When she pulled her hand out to reach for her groin, a flash of light appeared just a short distance ahead of her.

 

Only two miles from her destination, and the hitchhiker was there again after that flash. He seemed to be full of light, from his golden sandals, bright but tanned skin, to his beautiful face and piercing eyes. As soon as she looked into them, the feeling of such pleasure disappeared, leaving Elyse’s mind clear of its insisting need for lust. Her body hungered for that feeling still, as she pulled her eyes away from his for the split second to read his sign before she passed him by: LAST WARNING! TURN BACK NOW!

 

Elyse foot left the gas pedal, ready to stop for fear of what she was being warned about; but as soon as she passed the man and she could no longer see him, the lust returned with a vengeance. She was instantly on the verge of going over the crest into orgasm. Her hand grabbed her crotch and rubbed it vigorously, as she ground her hips into it. A large sign up ahead told her that a place called The Succubus Ranch was her destination. She didn’t care about the connotation of the lithe devil-woman figure the neon lights meant. All she knew was that she had to cum; and she had to cum now.

 

Reaching the driveway, she pulled into the parking lot, drove straight to the building and parked right up front. Not caring who would see her, she ground her hips faster and harder against her pressing hand, both legs pressing together, keeping it trapped between her thighs. Her feet were both pressed hard on the brake pedal as her other hand shoved its way into her shirt and played with her breast.

 

Elyse nearly screamed when the orgasm reached its crest. She held back the scream of pleasure and bit her tongue as she sat there, her hips moving on their own, to ride the orgasm to its finish. Her hand stiff and sore from the pressure of her thighs and grinding hips. Her other hand just grabbed tight on the breast she was playing with, occasionally moving, rubbing the nipple with each gasping breath she took.

 

Finally, Elyse felt she was able to breath normally again, and just sat in the car to enjoy the afterglow of the orgasm. When she felt it fading, she felt the need again growing deep inside her. She knew that her next orgasm will be just as good, unless she could find a man to fill her and make it even better.

 

At the thought of a man filling her, the lust jumped up a notch and Elyse grabbed the door handle. She was not going to have an orgasm without a man’s help this time, even if she had to go into this brothel and rape one of its customers.

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As soon as she was out of the car, walking up the stairs to the southern plantation style house, Elyse felt her need slowly leave her. By the time she reached the door, she didn’t feel the need she felt when she was in the car as strongly as she had before. She was still horny and wanted to feel the pleasure that had already caused the wetness between her legs again; but she didn’t feel it as strongly as she had just seconds earlier.

 

The door opened just before she could decide if she was supposed to open it and enter or knock. Holding the door open for her was a man with sharp features. His black boots, black jeans and black shirt seemed to hug ever part of his body, but were not too tight in the areas that would show off just how well he was built in private areas. He had not hair on top of his head, as if he either shaved it just moments earlier or he couldn’t grow any up there. His facial features were hard cut, and very handsome, from the cute chin, beautiful lips, and perfect nose, to strong jaw. All of these led her eyes to look into his eyes.

 

As soon as they made eye contact, Elyse felt herself grow weak in the knees with her need to be filled by him. His dark piercing eyes drew her to him and she didn’t even register that she was walking forward until her lips were pressed against his in a devouring kiss. Then she heard the door close and broke from their embrace, feeling his arms release her, though she could not remember him putting them around her.

 

“That’s the best thank you I’ve received today for opening the door,” he said to her, letting her step back away from him. “My name is Jason. Welcome to Succubus Ranch, where your every desire can and will be met.”

 

Elyse blushed as she pulled away, hearing his words, but looking down at the floor, her hands crossing in front of her. She worried about looking back into his eyes and being caught up in the desire to kiss him again.

 

“Thank you,” she said to the floor, before finally deciding it would be rude to look at the floor all night. She raised her head and forced herself to look anywhere but into his face. Every time she saw it in her peripheral vision, she wanted to kiss Jason again. In the back of her mind she knew it was wrong, but it felt so right, though.

 

“Um…I was given a note from someone to come here. I don’t know why, though. This is a brothel, right? Where men come to pay for a woman?”

 

“You’re right about it being a brothel, Elyse,” Jason said, a grin crossing his features that beamed with pride and something else. “But we don’t just cater to men here. Women are welcome to come and have their desires met, too.”

 

Elyse felt slightly uncomfortable and a touch of fear, at the sound of her name from this stranger.

 

“How did you know my name?”

 

Jason reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. Opening it up, he handed it to Elyse, along with a picture of her.

 

Written on the paper in her husband’s handwriting were these words:

 

“This is my wife. If anything should happen to me, I shall hope that she will come to your establishment and find happiness, as you have shown me on my visits here in the past.”

 

Elyse read it and was shocked at the thought that her husband had been to a brothel before.

 

“Mark came here?” she asked. “I thought I made him happy in our bed. Why would he come here?” This time she looked directly into Jason’s eyes, upset that she had been unable to please her husband in the bed.

 

Jason reached for her and pulled her into an embrace, holding her as her tears started flowing.

 

“Shh,” he said to her, trying to comfort Elyse. “It’s not you that he was unsatisfied with, Elyse. He just had a fetish that you were not able to provide for him. He was worried you wouldn’t accept him anymore if you knew about it. Here, we take pride in meeting everyone’s desires.”

 

He pushed her out to arms length and lifted her chin so she would look him in the eye.

 

“He wanted to share that pleasure with you and asked us to help do so, if anything ever happened to him. We’ve made the arrangements to do so, after we heard he passed away, since he was a good customer.”

 

“A very good customer and patron, as we hope you will become,” said the most seductive, erotic feminine voice that Elyse had ever heard before. Looking to her left, she saw what could only be described as a goddess before her. “My name is Maradith, Jason’s partner in this business. I saw you coming in and have arranged for you to enjoy what’s to be your delights.”

 

Elyse felt herself melting into a stronger lust than she had felt earlier in her car, just looking at this woman standing in front of her. The face was hard and cold but also soft and warm at the same time. Her eyes were dark and deep pools that Elyse could drown in, and the more she looked at them, the more she wanted to drown in them.

 

“Please go with James and he will show you pleasures you never knew existed,” the goddess said. Elyse wasn’t sure if she heard the voice in her ears or in her mind, but it didn’t matter. A strong hand took hers in it and began to pull her away.

 

Elyse finally pulled her gaze from Maradith’s and looked at the hand pulling her. It was tanned and just as strong looking as it felt, but was gentle in its grip of her hand. She followed the hand up the arm it was attached to and noticed it was just as tanned, with muscles moving under the surface. This man must work out regularly, but he didn’t look like the type that spent hours upon hours doing nothing but lifting weights.

 

His arms came to an uncovered shoulder, since he wore no shirt. She watched his back as he reached the stairs he was pulling her toward, a strong back that was beautiful to her eyes. Just looking at it, she wanted to scratch it with her arms wrapped around from his front. As soon as that thought crossed her mind, she felt shame at wanting to be that close to such a stranger; and this stranger stopped while stepping onto the first step, too.

 

He, James, turned around and looked Elyse directly in the eyes. She was astonished to see that his eyes were green and almond shaped, his eyelids not fully opened and a smile on his lips let her know he was thinking about giving her great pleasures.

 

“If you wish, you can scratch my back,” he said, responding to her thoughts. As he stood there, Elyse felt herself still walking toward him. She felt drawn to those beautiful green eyes; and she could not help herself from wanting to get as close to them as possible.

 

When she was right next to him, his hand that had been holding hers wrapped around her waist, pulling her up against him. His other hand came up and caressed her jaw gently and cupped it head into it. She leaned into the touch, her lips opening a bit as she sighed at the pleasure of his caress. His fingers tickled the back of her neck, playing with the soft small hairs at the base of her hairline, as his hand pulled her lips to his.

 

She felt a spark as her lips touched his, and she moaned at the pleasure that rushed through her body, closing her eyes. Her arms came up to wrap around his body and pull him into her as she parted her lips and allowed his tongue to reach into her.

 

Unlike some men, his tongue didn’t try to deep throat itself into her. It gently played with the tip of her tongue, coaxing it into a tryst of touches and caresses of their own, as his hand around her waist was caressing her lower back and upper buttocks. Elyse melted into his embrace and nearly lost her balance with the power of his kiss and the heat he was pushing her toward.

 

She reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and spoke to the man.

 

“If you keep this up, we will be having sex right here,” she said, still staring into his eyes.

 

“There is no better place than right here,” he told her.

 

Elyse felt a desire to do so right there on the steps, but the sound of birds caught her ears. She looked around her surroundings and saw that she was in a small copse of trees that were dropping leaves on the ground. It looked to be autumn and she could feel a slight chill in the air. On the ground at their feet was a blanket spread out, inviting her to lie down on it.

 

She looked back into James eyes, and felt his arms tighten around her body, her arms doing the same around his arms and shoulders. He lowered her to the blanket gently, lying atop her, one leg between hers, the upper thigh pressing against her sex.

 

“I don’t understand,” she said, her breath coming out sultrier than she intended. This man above her was seducing her, and she wanted him to, even though she didn’t know who he was besides his name. “How…”

 

“Do not worry, Elyse,” he spoke smoothly to her. “It is our job to pleasure our guests and show them the pleasures they desire. This place suits that desire now and there is nothing you need to think about but here and now, with me.”

 

His hand stroked her wavy auburn hair while his green eyes captured her brown ones. His other hand slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, exposing her pale skin; the only touch of color besides her clothes was that of a rose tattooed above her left breast.

 

When he reached the last button, he worked on the button and zipper of the jeans she was wearing. His hands were gentle as one caressed her inner thigh while the other worked the zipper.

 

To hold her pants still, James used his teeth to grip the space above the button. Elyse could feel the heat of his breath blowing across her stomach, and moving down the opening of her pants. She placed her hands atop his head, holding him close to her, hoping that she could keep him down there after he had removed her pants.

 

When her zipper reached its limit, she felt his gentle lips begin kissing her stomach while both of his hands massaged her thighs, a thumb occasionally pressing against the jeans that were still covering her labia. She mewled with delight when his tongue slid between her waist and the band of the silk panties that she was wearing. Elyse knew that he must be able to smell her need for him, being that close to her crotch.

 

Finally, his hands began their move down her legs, but his fingers gripped the jeans as they were moving down. She felt the material sliding across her legs, rubbing them suggestively, as his mouth began kissing the below her waist. She felt his lips on her flesh and she knew that her panties were coming off with her jeans.

 

When the top of her jeans reached her knees, his chin had reached her clit and just barely caressed it as his kisses continued on her exposed, shaved skin above her groin. Her body lit up with pleasure as his kisses moved further down, losing all thought about her jeans. His chin now rested between he pussy’s lips and pressed a little into them as his kissing lips were just a breath away from kissing her clit.

 

Then it happened. Her world exploded into light as his lips closed around her nub, sucking it into his warm mouth, his tongue caressing it with both the smooth underside and slightly rough top.

 

Elyse’s breath started coming is gasps as she closed her thighs tightly around James’ head. Her hands found his head and shoved it against her pussy as she ground it up against him. She brought her legs up and noticed that they were free of the constraints of the jeans; but that thought left her when she used them to put a leg lock on James’ head and rode the waves into the orgasm that had been building since she had stepped into the building.

 

Her mind had just a second of clarity at that thought. She had entered a building, and never left it, but now she’s lying in an open glade, with a gorgeous specimen of a man, who is devouring her sex as if he needs it to live. Elyse was just about to question her situation and wonder if she was in danger, when that man’s tongue invaded deep into her pussy, instantly finding her g-spot. Her mind spiraled into a touch of bliss as the orgasm rocked her into screams of more.

 

As she was coming down from her orgasm, her legs began to release James’ head, and she could still feel his tongue lapping up her juices. Finally taking her legs off of his back, Elyse feels his mouth leaving her wanton sex as he rises up on his knees.

 

She pushes herself up on her hands and looks into his green eyes, falling deeply into them. Her surroundings no longer mattered, as long as this man didn’t leave her alone in them. She trailed her eyes down his body, admiring his form; but when she reached his groin she was surprised to find that his clothes were completely gone.

 

Her eyes rested on the part of this man that she wanted right now and was glad to see he was a completely perfect specimen of a man. His length was at least nine inches, if not more, and its girth was enough to truly fill her. She heard herself groan at the thought of him atop her body, using that tool to make her scream out in pleasure again.

 

Elyse’s head began to swim with lust and her elbows gave into the weakness that was rushing through her. Before she could fall all the way down, James’ arm was around behind her shoulders, lowering her gently to the blanket again. When her body came to a rest, his lips met hers again while his hands worked on pulling her bra and shirt completely off.

 

As soon as her skin was fully exposed, she felt his full weight press down on top of her, his soft chest hair tickling her nipples as his hands slid down her sides to her hips. James’ mouth continued to kiss her lips, his tongue playing touch and go with hers, his saliva mixing in her mouth.

 

Her body sang with need for him, hips grinding against his. Her moans of pleasure at the feel of his cock rubbing along her clit were captured by his mouth before he moved it to the side. He kissed down her cheek, his breathing slightly labored with each of his thrusts of his hips, grinding his dick along her sex, up over her clit and through the small patch of her pubic hair.

 

Elyse felt the top of his member rubbing nearly to her bellybutton when she felt his balls touch her nether lips. He would surely fill her, and she needed that, right now. She put her hands on his hips and pushed him up as he was gliding back down, her hips moving away from him. She felt the head of his cock rub along her clit and then the touch of it was gone.

 

She angled her hips and gripped his ass tight, her nails digging into his flesh. Her legs cam up and wrapped around his thighs and she pushed him down. The instant his cock head touched her pussy, she felt a great heat rush through her and she tried to force him deep inside her, but he resisted her aggressive hands and legs and remained still. Her hips were as far off the ground as she could bring them up, but it wasn’t far enough to take him inside her.

 

“I must ask you, Elyse,” he moaned into her ear, kissing and nibbling on the lobe. “Are you so positive you wish to be taken and consumed by your lusts?”

 

Her body was on fire with the need of James to be inside her. Her nipples were hard as stones with the heat that had built up inside her. She could feel her juices leaking out of her and running down between her ass cheeks. It was so hot that the air could not cool it, and the warmth of it told her that she was willing to give all just to be filled by this man that promised her pleasure than she was ever used to.

 

But a spark of fear of this question passed through her mind. The flicker of danger told her that she was being asked this question because there were consequences for this coupling. But when his next breath blew across her ear, followed by a kiss and nibble at the earlobe, she did not care what those consequences for this pleasure could be. It was hers to be had and she was going to accept it.

 

Less than two breaths from his question, Elyse had these thoughts and she released his ass and but her hands to his head, pulling him up so she could look into those piercing green eyes of his again.

 

I do not want this nor wish it, James,” she said in as sensual and throaty voice as she had ever used before. “I need and must have you fill me. There is nothing else in this world for me but the pleasure that you offer.”

 

She pulled his head to her mouth and as his lips moved closer to hers, his erection slowly penetrated her. As the head passed her lips, she began to go over the edge of her orgasm. Her mouth opened to speak of her pleasure. Whispering “yes, yes,” over and over as he sank deeper and deeper into her, only to be silenced as his mouth covered hers.

 

Her eyes closed as the wave crashed into her nervous system. Her body shuddered with the orgasm that was rushing through her body. She saw stars behind her eyelids and heard her own blood rushing past her ears. When he was buried as deep in to her as he could go, she noticed that he was still not fully inside her, and in her lust filled mind, that just would not do.

 

Her arms slid around his head and tightened his head to her lips for this kiss of ultimate passion as her legs came up higher and crossed at the ankles just behind his ass. Then she gripped and shoved him all the way in, feeling his member hit her cervix wall and press hard against it. Unable to hold back any longer, she lifted her head from their kiss and screamed with pleasure of James being so deep inside her and began to shake as she went over another crest into a second, then third, then fourth orgasm.

 

His hands held her hips against his, and he remained still atop her, his mouth kissing and licking at her throat. His dick, however, twitched against the constantly gripping muscles of her pussy. The tip jumped and rubbed along that cervix, each move giving her another orgasm. Elyse could not stop her wild muscles from gripping him tighter against her body as he continued to cause these orgasms to rush through her body.

 

Her arms tightened around his shoulders and her legs locked him into a death grip. Her orgasms were now reaching into the double-digits and she was no longer able to count past one. She was unable to catch her breath and felt the world graying out. Finally losing the fight and growing weak from the strain of holding James, she fainted from the pleasure that so many orgasms caused.

 

Elyse felt James weight still on top of her when she was coming to. She opened her eyes and stared into his, her hand reaching up and stroking his cheek. He leaned into her hand and moved his head down to kiss her on the lips. Elyse closed her eyes as their lips met and her body began to heat up again with the quickly building passion. She ground her hip against his, and was surprised to feel him still hard and buried inside her.

 

As her hip met his, she felt his hips press back into hers then pull away. She felt his dick began to slide out of her, and her muscles tensed around his shaft, gripping it and trying to keep him from leaving her. A moan escaped his lips as he slid back into her again, her hips rising against his thrust to engulf his member in her heat.

 

After several slow passionate moves, bring her back into the passion, James surprised Elyse by pulling all the way out of her and rolled her over onto her front. When she tried to roll back over, he wouldn’t let her. When she tried to get up, he grabbed her hips and pulled her up on her hands and knees. When she was there, he kept his hands on her hips and pulled her backward as he rose up on his knees behind her.

 

She looked over her shoulder and saw a lust filled feral look on his face and began to grow afraid at this dominating man that was holding her. When his dick slid into her pussy, she became more afraid of herself, with how quickly that she could succumb to his lust. She was instantly wet with arousal and her body responded to his pull.

 

She willingly pushed against his thrust and took him all the way inside her. Turning her head back to the front, she closed her eyes and blocked out the world around her and focused on the pleasure that was running rampant through her body. Her body was growing hot with each of his thrusts as she ground back against him.

 

She could hear James’ groans of pleasure and they were becoming more like growls. She closed her legs to put them beside his and brought her feet up over his calves. As she continued to build up her orgasm, she noticed that he was growling more than groaning and moaning. Her own voice was making itself be heard as she let out squeals of delight at him being so deep inside her.

 

She had felt his leg hairs on his thighs and calves earlier, but something now felt different about them. Her pleasure built faster inside her as she continued to thrust against the man behind her, but the hair seemed thicker and longer now and was tickling her skin some.

 

James’ palms felt rougher than earlier, and his fingernails were starting to dig into her hips as he kept a grip on her. The slight pain integrated with Elyse’s pleasure and she started thrusting harder onto his dick. His taut stomach was feeling more hairy now than it did earlier, as well. It felt like he had slipped on a fur coat while he was still riding her.

 

Then she noticed another difference about James. His cock felt different. It felt like it was a little bit skinnier and the head wasn’t as large as it was earlier. Then the most shocking thing happened.

 

Elyse felt a slight pain as a small part of James’ dick swelled up inside her. He kept pumping in and out of her, but this swollen part wouldn’t let him pull completely out. Suddenly, James lout out with a howl behind her as he drove all the way into her. She felt his hot seed hit her cervix, sending her into an orgasmic bliss, and ignoring the fact that he was behind her, howling like a wolf.

 

When she felt the last of his cum spurt into her, lust rushed through her body even stronger than before. She didn’t want, but needed much more from him. She wanted all of him. She began to thrust and pull from his still hard shaft, looking over her shoulder to see her lover’s green eyes. Then everything came into perspective.

 

She looked back and first noticed his hands. The looked like a man’s hands, but they were covered with black fur. The fingers ended in claws, like those that you would find on an animal. She let her eyes wander up his arms, taking in the creature that was still thrusting into her, and her body was still pushing back against.

 

She saw the fur was all over his torso and chest, his arms as well. It was as black as night, shinning in the late day sun that passed through the trees around them. His body was still in great physical shape, as was evident by the soft yet thin lay of fur on his front. She could tell from his sides that it grew thicker around to his back.

 

When her eyes traveled up to his head, she instantly thought of a werewolf. His head was that of a wolf. The fur was completely black and his jaw was thrust forward into a snout, with his black wet nose at the end of it. His mouth was open and his tongue panting with each thrust into her body. His teeth looked sharp enough to rip her to shreds. She jumped her eyes to his ears, large wolf ears, sitting on top of his head, facing toward the front.

 

At seeing the animal that was mating with her, she let out a grunt at the pleasure of his cock still filling her, the knot inside her rubbing her walls and massaging them with great pleasure. His pointed shaft kept hitting her cervix with each thrust and sent wave after wave of pleasure through her body.

 

His ears twitched when she grunted and he lowered his head, drool from his mouth and long tongue dripping onto her lower back. She looked up with fear at the werewolf; and then lost all fear at the mesmerizing green, and still almond shaped, eyes staring at her.

 

Elyse let out a wail of pleasure as an orgasm racked her body with pleasure. She looked forward again and lowered her head, just enjoying the pleasure that the creature was giving her. Then her back was covered with its fur as it fell on top of her. James’ front paws touched the ground right in front of her hips, his snout was right next to her ear, sniffing at her ear and licking it.

 

She felt his tongue begin to lick further down her neck as his thrust became harder and faster into her. She could tell he was nearing orgasm again and her lust didn’t care that this was a werewolf that was mating with her. She began to thrust faster against him, meeting his hips with hers with vigor.

 

“Give it to my, lover,” she begged, her hand reaching up from the ground, and rubbing along his head. Her hand felt the soft fur and she her orgasm rocketed through her body. She felt her pussy grip and tighten on the knot and the rest of his shaft as it plundered in her depths. “Make me yours, for eternity.”

 

James took her for her words, and brought his head away from her caressing hand. Then he opened his jaws and bit hard onto her shoulder. At the same time, his cum exploded against her cervix. The mix of both happening at the same time sent Elyse into the greatest orgasms of her life. She felt her world being torn apart, just as her shoulder felt it was being torn out of its socket from the werewolf’s bite.

 

Instantly, she put her hand back on the ground to help push back against her lovers body and looked down at her hands as she did so. As she watched, she was her hands were growing hair on them; a thick gray fur was covering her fingers. Her fingernails turned into claws of their own as her arms began to grow the same fur on them.

 

While looking down at this, she saw her jaw and nose stretching before her eyes and felt her ears moving to the top of her head. Her snout was also covered in the gray fur as were her arms and hands. Her groans at the pain of the bite and pleasure of this beast on top of her turned into growls of their own.

 

The smells of the world were growing stronger, but what really filled her senses were those of the lover behind her. She felt her lower back bone extend and growing fur, as it curved up and over to the side. The excitement of becoming this new creature was greater than she expected it to feel. Her orgasms multiplied into more than she could count, all of them to just keep coming over and over again. Her panting was keeping pace, though and she knew she wouldn’t pass out this time. Her lover continued to thrust into her body, his fluids rushing into her at a great rate.

 

At first she couldn’t understand why it wasn’t flowing down her gray, fur covered legs, but she quickly understood. It wasn’t to be wasted anymore. This was no longer a man’s seed, his cum. It was her meal. As he came inside her, she felt more thrill at it and found she could control her pussy’s walls, massaging his member over and over, drawing out his orgasm. And the more she got from him, the more she wanted.

 

As she pulled his seed from James’, Elyse knew now why the place she had visited was called Succubus Ranch. It wasn’t just a brothel. It wasn’t just a whorehouse. It was a smorgasbord for succubi and incubi who lived there. And she was their newest resident, just as James was their newest resident a little over two years ago. She knew who he was, now; and before all of her humanity left her, she looked over her shoulder and told him what she really thought.

 

“Thank you, Mark, my husband, my lover, my eternal mate.”

 

Then her world changed forever.

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The auction didn’t take long for the sale of the Alcott estate. Her friends mourned the loss of Elyse. The comforted each other with comments about how at least she was now residing with her husband in heaven. They never knew how right, and how wrong, they were.

 

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