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A Sexy Succubus

The brunette woman that walked into the arts and craft store was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen. I forgot all about the paint brushes that I was looking at and followed her to the section with various statues. The tall and slender woman was searching for something specific when the sales clerk approached her.

“Can I help you?” the slightly plump asked.

“Yes,” the beauty replied. “My name is Cassandra and I’m looking for a gargoyle.”

“I’m sorry but we do not stock such monstrous statues.”

She looked disappointed and turned to leave the arts and craft store. I made my way towards her and politely introduced myself as Timothy.

“I couldn’t help but overhear that you are looking for a gargoyle,” I said. “I happen to make gargoyles as a hobby. Perhaps I could make one for you.”

“That would be nice,” she said with a slight smile. “None of the stores around here seem to stock any gargoyles.”

“I know and that’s because they think that gargoyles come to life at night and wreck their stores. You will be surprised at how superstitious the natives are.”

“Aren’t you from around here?” she asked.

“Not originally,” I replied. “I settled here a few years ago when I learned about the local quarry mine that still produces granite. I make my gargoyles out of the local granite.”

“I would love to see them.”

I drove us to my house and I could not believe my luck in finding such a beautiful woman interested in gargoyles. I led her to my workshop and my finished works of art. I had granite gargoyles as small as six inches to as large as six feet. She admired each of them before we settled on what she was looking for.

A thunder storm broke out before we finished the details and I invited her to have supper with me. She accepted and I fixed us steaks. I found her request of wanting the steak bloody rather odd but didn’t dwell on it for long. She didn’t touch the hot cross rolls at all.

The storm grew worse and we talked on the large comfortable couch in the living room. Cassandra made the first move and pressed her lips on mine. Her lips tasted like the cherry wine that she was drinking. Our lips parted and the beautiful brunette stood up.

“Make love to me in your workshop,” she said.

We went to my workshop before we undressed each other. I felt a little creeped out with all the cold eyes of the granite gargoyles peering at us. Cassandra pulled me down to the cold concrete floor and kissed me once again. Her hands stroke my manhood as it grew harder. Her lips left mine and traveled down my chest. She kissed my purple glan and my manhood grew to full attention.

I moaned as she wrapped her moist mouth around my swollen glan. She sucked my manhood slowly until it was completely covered in her saliva. She stopped sucking and then straddled me.

I felt her womanhood engulf my manhood like a sleeve. She lowered herself down until she was completely impaled on my hard seven inch penis.

I reached up and cupped her small breasts. Her nipples grew hard and she began to moan. I closed my eyes as she began to ride my manhood for all it was worth.

I felt something scratch my chest a few moments later. I opened my eyes and noticed that the brunette was no longer beautiful. In her place was a creature with gray skin and red eyes. Her hands and feet were transformed into talons. The index finger on her right hand was dripping with blood. I noticed a long scratch was bleeding on my chest.

I knew in that instant she was a sexy succubus, which was a demon that seduces men. I also knew that I was not dreaming for her cold vagina was still wrapped tightly around my manhood.

“Do not resist me,” the creature said as she unfolded a pair of bat-like wings on her back.

The bat-like wings of the sexy succubus began to flap as her entire body began to shake. She let out a wail as she climaxed. I could not keep myself from exploding deep inside her vagina. She climbed off me after every drop of my seed was spilled inside of her.

She has rode me every night since then and I am only halfway done with the gargoyle that she wanted made. Neither of us is in a hurry to see it completed.

Jamdin

 

 

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