Chapter 34 - Spending Time With a Succubus

[Discourse #7]

Goblins, my guest, are banes to the world. They are plagues littered throughout the whole Valian continent, and only areas with high military control allows freedom from this green race.

This race of green creatures, who bleed the same red blood as humans and dragons, are beings known only for their pillaging, raping, and raiding. Granted, the creatures are shrewd and their intelligence varies from being brutally dumber than rocks to being smarter than the average humans.

Their best known characteristics, however, would be their desire for battles, which is only outmatched by their lust. Trust me when I say that they breed faster than rabbits that have been knocked up with aphrodisiacs. This virility, combined with their females' short gestation periods, are what makes them a truly fearsome race.

Believe me on this point; I have observed these creatures quite meticulously here and there whenever I met them and had even went to their breeding grounds, or homes, if you prefer a softer term. That visit, my guest, involved a fearsome display of sex and lust from the goblins.

The succubus I had met, however, puts even the most vigorous of goblins to shame.

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Lizil's long, red tail was wrapped around my waist almost once over, its pointed end facing away so as to not harm me. Her tail felt supple and lean on my goblin-bloodied waist and though extensive, her restraint of my body left no more than a two feet distance between us.

Naturally, even if the succubus had tried to pierce through my skin with her pointed tail, she would have been hard-pressed to do so. I also gave no resistance to her restraining me and pulling me in closer with her tail.

Her pink-tinted eyes were now smoldering, laced with the fire of anticipation and desire, as her tail tugged at me closer and closer to her. Moved inches by inches closer to her, I could now feel her two heavy, soft mounds, their faint tips pressed against my lightly-muscled chest.

Ignoring the two soft and heavy sensations on my chest, I could tell that the succubus was about an inch or two shorter. A better look at her face confirmed my initial observations of her beauty; no scars, blemishes, or mars—perfect in her own way.

Lizil draped a sleek thigh over one of my legs, pressing me closer to her sensuous body. Her right thigh still locking my left leg, she moved her face closer to mine, until we were almost sharing the same breathing space.

She didn't turn her face upward for a kiss, however, but instead chose to dart forth a small tongue, tracing long paths and small circles on my neck.

When she look up to find my face still a mask of indifference, there was a puzzled look on her face. Her lips, crimsoned by the goblin blood she had licked, was curled in disappointment. That look of puzzlement spoke volumes of how oddly I was reacting to her advances.

“Strange,” the succubus said, her voice a soft muttering to herself. “You should already be aroused, if not by my body, then by my smell.”

Ah, I thought. So that was where the faintly sweet, and musky aroma was coming from.

Disappointment, however, would be her only outcome.

The faint aroma Lizil was emitting only made me ever the more curious about her. “Tell me,” I said, staring apathetically into her round, softly glowing, twin pink orbs, “are there more like you. And may I know your history.”

There was a look of sexual frustration on Lizil's face, and she tried to give me a small pout, with her eyes begging pitiably. She saw that I was unmoved and could not help but sigh a little. “Very well, but fuck me first. The sight of you covered in blood makes me want to eat you.”

My curiosity, mixed with a little arousal, burned inside me, demanding satisfaction. I should have felt disappointed at feeling more inquisitive than I was aroused, but it was just my nature. I had been born an emotionally dampened creature and even now, after reincarnating into a dragon, not much had changed.

The only lover I could have was my inquisitive nature; it was my strongest emotion. Indeed, the only thing that had truly changed mentally when I had become a dragon was perhaps a little affection for battles and an even more indifference toward lives.

I gave her words no confirmation as a simple touch of my hand on her thigh draped over my left leg was all she needed. Putting both my hands over her slim, but firm waist, I lifted her effortlessly, one thigh still draped over my leg.

She let out a small giggle as she perceived what I was hinting at. With her other free leg, Lizil straddled me around my waist and her tail loosened its tight grip on my waist and instead snaked toward my right thigh, and wrapped it around twice over, with little length left over.

She moved closer and closer toward me, until all I could see in my view ahead was her twin peaks.

“You do know,” I said with a hint of mirth in my voice, “that I need to see where I am going.”

Lizil's only response was a small laugh as my breath tickled her sensitive twin hills.

Suffice to say, walking toward one of the bedrooms upstairs in this spacey house was an arduous task, especially with a lusty succubus straddling you, taking every opportunity to shove her breasts at your face.

Even with my considerable physical prowess, it was a hard chore when we got to the stairs.

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I will not go into all the details of what occurred on that night, my guest, but needless to say, it was a very long night.

And at some point during her fifth orgasm after careful ministrations to her breasts and sex with my hands, she had admitted quite shyly that she had a fetish for blood, and would often end up killing her victims during intercourse.

The methods her “victims” would die are usually from an overexcited stab with her tail toward the heart or through the guts. Strange, I know. Don't ask me the reason why.

Mind you, I did not feel much toward her confession of killing people. In fact, I did not even minded when she had tried to kill me multiple times with an improper stab of her tail.

She had been surprised when she found out that her tail could not pierce my skin, and had become even more aroused by that fact. Encouraged by my tough skin, she had used her tail to wrap many parts of my body and had even used it to stabilize herself in strange positions.

I wasn't the slightest bit bothered by this, though. I had seen much stranger things when I had been human. I was, I suppose, more than decent in pleasuring the fairer sex, especially since I had devoted parts of four years of my life out of curiosity, until I died at the age of twenty as a human.

At some point during our time together, Lizil had suddenly grown two small horns on the sides of her head, the length jutting outward just enough for hands to hold on. With the addition of the two appendages added to her, she had grown imperious, and directed how our intimacy would go.

Some of her commands consisted of strange directions, such as “Stroke my tail, Verath!” and even “Grip my horns tightly.” When I had obeyed her in the latter part of her command, it had elicited more moans from her and had made her go soft in her knees as if the horns were a conquest for the domination of her body.

Our intimacy, more from her side than from mine, continued on for quite a while. And only after the ninth time did the succubus tire herself out. Then she went to sleep with a satisfied look on her face, her tail softly resting on her flat stomach.

I stood there on the wooden floor of the bedroom, watching her naked chest heave back and forth heavily because of the nightly exertions. She was tired and naked with a little bit of goblin blood on her body, but she was satisfied.

Contrary to her, I was not even the slightest bit out of breath and had only climaxed twice out of the nine times I laid with her. The feelings I had felt during those two times were not ecstatic and over-joyous; I only felt a little excited. It was the best my limited emotional capacity would allow; my nature restricted and dampened almost everything, both positive and negative.

Looking at her tired form, sweaty, slick, and a little bloodied from the exertions, I decided not to wake her up to question her more. She would be more alert to answer my questions fully well-rested, anyways.