“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” His entire groin tensed, ready to spray Lily’s insides with cum, but the stinger expanded, startling Mike and causing his orgasm to recede. Lily teased him this way for several minutes, ensuring that Mike’s mind was no longer on their wager. The pressure inside him was building, much as the giant storm clouds on the horizon fought to climb over each other.
“I said I didn’t peg you for an idiot,” Lily told him, flames igniting in her eyes. “Now I’m just pegging you, plain and simple.” Her body temperature spiked, her pussy clamping down on the base of his dick, squeezing him tightly. “Now come for me, you little bitch.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Lily’s tail penetrated him deeply, Mike bottomed out inside of Lily, then he exploded. Torrents of semen flowed from his dick, and he fell backward, spraying cum all over both Lily and himself. Her tail throbbed inside his body, pushing more and more of it out, impossible quantities that coated the stony bed.
“Did you know that it’s possible for men to have multiple orgasms?” Lily rolled over with a grin. “It’s all about pressure and timing.” Leaning forward, she sucked on his dick while she slowly withdrew her tail. The pressure inside him vanished, and Mike’s body tensed up, a second load filling Lily’s mouth so much that she gagged and cum ran out of her nose. She leaned her head back and swallowed.
“Wow, that really was a lot. The Dreamscape is weird like that, isn’t it?” Lily sat up, wiping cum off her lips. “I warned you that I was better at this than you are. A mere human doesn’t stand a chance against an experienced succubus. The score is now two to nothing, and I’m in the lead.” Lily picked up her bikini top. “I’m not really in a hurry to finish this, and you seem a little spent. You let me know when you are ready for round three, Romeo.” Her wings expanded, and with a downward shove, she was airborne. After circling the house, she flew back toward Mike. Hovering above him, she laughed. “At least the rain will clean up the mess.”
With that, she was gone.
Mike stared at the sky, a mixture of emotions flowing through him. While he hadn’t thought he would lose quite so easily, he figured he stood a better chance than he had. After all, with his soul on the line, his dick should have been on his team. He was going to need a better plan, and soon. Regret mixed with the afterglow of his orgasm, forming a small pool of shame for him to marinate in along with the approaching rain. In that moment, he realized that he had nobody but himself to blame. He had tried to pull one over on a demon who could read him like a book, and she had used that knowledge to not only win, but humiliate.
Sitting up to watch the storm roll in, he realized that Lily had, however, been right about one thing.
Not only could he do it, he had liked it.
Soul Survivor
Lily sipped at her cocktail, smiling at the ocean waves that crashed into the shore, scattering sand along its edges. Technicolor crabs that looked like they had been drawn by a toddler scurried in every direction, a remnant of a childhood memory seeking shelter from the crushing surf. While the drink was good, Lily was a little sad that it had no bite to it — it was impossible to get truly drunk from a dream.
“Hey!” Lily held up her drink. One of her beach minions ran forward to refill it. Truth be told, while she couldn’t get drunk, she also couldn’t get full. She would drink until the stars came out, and then watch them wander in random directions across the sky until day broke again. She was content to wait the contest out, more than happy to live in the simulated time of Mike’s mind.
“You ...How long have we been sitting here?” She turned to the minion closest to her, a soul she had consumed once upon a time, long ago. She had forgotten who he was, and so had he. Once properly consumed, a soul was little more than an automaton-no memory of its former self coupled with unwavering obedience. They would do absolutely anything for her, no questions asked.
“Nine days.”
She had tasked this one with keeping track of the time. A silly task, but to a being that had lived for so many centuries, it was easy to lose count of something as small as a day.
“Nine. Wow. Romeo must be going nuts.” She looked at the soul, dressed in white shorts and a tux jacket. He was blond, with hazel eyes, clearly a young man once upon a time. He didn’t respond to her — the souls of the Damned rarely did. Social cues were beyond such creatures.
“Hmm. I wonder what he’s up to.” Lily sipped her refilled drink. Her infernal magic had been directed outward, waiting to sense a new challenge from Mike or, if he was stupid, his third orgasm. So far, he was lying low, probably trying to prolong what was left of his existence.
She grinned. Maybe she would let him wake up and go about his life. The next time he boned one of his monsters, she could claim him on the spot.
Lily’s smile faded from her face. No, she wouldn’t do that. When Elizabeth had first contracted her to go after Mike, she had been under the impression that he was just like every other man whose soul she had been sent for. Eager to fuck anything with two legs, cocky, arrogant, the list went on. His lack of desire for sex with her in any of her human incarnations had been profoundly mind blowing, until she realized that he needed something more ... outside the norm.
Yet, when she had appeared as Naia,
