The encounters and developments of four succubi whose lives are tightly entertwined.
“Tis the season to be slutty, fa la la la la~”
Uchinaga Aeri admires the throng of drunken revelers dancing beneath her feet from her balcony. She drinks from her wine glass, the alcohol sending warmth down her throat as she swallows. Loud techno beats blast from the overhead speakers, the multi-colored lasers waving in their arcs across the walls. The dance floor is as full as always, just as it is every night.
“Miss Uchinaga.”
A waiter appears behind her with a bottle in hand. Aeri raises her glass, and he refills it with more red wine.
“Mm. Thank you, dear.”
“My pleasure, Miss Uchinaga.”
Even on Christmas, the club is just as busy as it would be on other days. Aeri giggles to herself—it just meant more prime specimens to scout out for. She takes a glance at the giant neon sign bathing her club in a deep red.
La Fontaine De Jouvence
Aeri downs the glass of wine and leaves it on the parapet of the balcony. She takes in a deep breath—multiple scents register in her senses. Nothing escapes her notice, not when she owns the entire building. She has eyes on every nook and cranny of her club.
‘Oh, the folly of youth. Drugs, alcohol…’
Eyes flash bright green.
'Sex.’
She’ll definitely have her share of the fountain tonight.
Christmas Day means nothing to the wild youths of the party scene—it is nothing but another excuse to live hard, party harder. After all, holidays should be celebrated to its fullest extent, right?
You step into tonight’s nightclub of choice—’ La Fontaine De Jouvence’. You scoff at the idea of the pretentious name. The Fountain of Youth? It’s just a nightclub, nothing fancy about it. Who, in their right mind, would name a club like that?
A shake of your head, and you dismiss the thoughts. You’re not here to ponder the intricate thought processes of a nightclub owner anyway; you’re here to drink, maybe do some drugs, show your moves on the floor, and pick up a bitch whose pussy you’re going to fill with your cum for tonight. It is with that thought that you step down to the bar for your first drink of the night.
Reach the bottom of the stairs. Take two steps to your left to move past the couple making out. Take another two to the right to slide between two partygoers with snow still on their nostrils, dancing. You’re right at home in this chaos. Christmas parties at the clubs are always pure fun due to the relaxed societal restrictions—the women are allowed to dress as slutty as they want to, and you’re definitely leering at any of the Santa girls dancing around you. You drool at the sight of one of them drunkenly twerking to the loud bass emanating from the speakers, your cock hardening as her skirt rises up to reveal bare skin, her pussy out for all to view. Another girl next to her grinds against a man, and you’re wishing you’ll be as lucky as he is when she grabs his hand and slides it under her top. You reluctantly tear your eyes away from the free porn and hop onto one of the seats at the bar.
“Gin and tonic, please.”
You eye the bartender up and down when she turns to prepare your drink. Light brown locks cascade down her back. She’s dressed in a Santa outfit, just like most of the other girls here are wearing, and you stare at the little strip of skin between her top and skirt. Your eyes roam next to her thighs—the skirt she has on ends mid-thigh, and you smirk at the thought of this girl, bent over the counter as you fuck her with that skirt on.
When she turns around to you, you’re met with one of the prettiest faces you’ve seen. Bright doe eyes above a cute button nose, with a pair of red luscious lips, you’re instantly enamored with whoever this bartender is. The cherry on top is the red bunny ear headband she wears, topping the look off with a seductive finish.
“Here’s ya gin and tonic, handsome!”
The wink she sends you has you almost drooling.
“Thank you, beautiful.”
The bartender giggles, and she bats her eyelashes, a coquettish grin across her angelic features.
“You’re welcome!”
When she busies herself with other orders from other patrons, you sip your first drink of the night slowly as you check her out. Your eyes follow her every step of her way—you whistle softly at the sway of her hips in that sinfully short skirt, your eyes devour the peek of cleavage whenever she bends over to pick up something from under the counter, and her long legs have your cock twitching as you imagine them wrapped around your waist during sex. Sure, she has knee-high boots on, but you’re damned sure she’s definitely fucking hot from top to toe. You grin at the bartender when she turns back to you, and she returns a seductive smile, her eyes somehow bright in the dim venue.
What escapes your notice were her eyes flashing orange when she looked back.
The more time you spend sitting at the bar, the more you feel your lust growing. All of it is directed at the bartender whose name you still don’t know, and you’re feeling exceptionally warm. The cool air of the strong air conditioning helps a little, but you’re definitely feeling hot and bothered.
“Is there somethin’ wrong, dear?”
The bartender appears in front of you when you’re wiping your sweat. The shock has you jumping, and the girl giggles.
“Oh, sorry~. Ya looked a lil’ sick, are you okay?”
You’re drooling way too much at the way she bends over the counter, her deep cleavage right in your field of vision.
“Uh…”
“Mm, you’re quite warm…”
She raises her arm, the back of her fingers resting against your skin. You’re inhaling copious amounts of her sweet scent—the fresh smell of tangerines is all you can register…
God, you want to lick her armpits so badly.
“I’m gonna getcha some water…
"Are ya sure ya okay?”
“S-Sure I am, beautiful.”
There’s a tinge of disbelief in her grin, but she doesn’t bother to call you out. Instead she passes you a cup of iced water, and bends over in front of you again, her chin resting on her palm, a smirk over her face.
Her eyes flash orange—
No, that must be a trick of the light.
“You’ve been staring a lot, handsome…
"Do ya like what’cha see?”
The scent of tangerines grows stronger—
You’re drowning in it—
“How about you come meet me at the back after my sh—”
“Ning.”
Both you and the bartender look to the source of the interruption—
Your jaw drops.
Straight dark brown… or red—no, that’s the light—hair flowing down to mid-back, framing a round face with wonderfully done makeup. You’re enthralled by the eyeliner and lashes, the glossy lips, but her eyes—her gaze is mesmerizing…
“Unnie!”
The call from your left brings you back to reality, the sounds of the loud techno music suddenly blasting around you once more. You stare at the two beautiful women as they look at each other—the bartender's— Ning's— grin never faltering, and the other nameless woman maintaining her impassive gaze. You take the chance to check the other hottie out.
A dark choker around her neck, adorned with gems of some sort. A short… dress-corset mix, maybe, is her clothing choice for the night, which leaves her meaty thighs exposed for your viewing pleasure. You gaze at the knee-high stockings she has on, the two bows at the top where it ends giving it a little seductive vibe. Black boots complete the look, and you want this fucking slut on your cock already.
“… but—Un~nie!”
You return from your lustful adventure to Ning’s whining. Ning’s pouting and stomping the ground like a petulant child, a far cry from the seductress earlier. She folds her arms and sulks.
“No, Ning.”
“Fiiiine…” Ning somehow sulks even more when she gets her answer from the lady in front of you, and she gives you a little flirty wave and wink as she leaves to go serve another customer. You’re starstruck by how hot she is again, and you resolve to come back and finish the job in the future, after you’re done with the lady in front of you.
“Hi, dear.”
This woman’s voice just drips sex—
“Are you having a wonderful night?”
She sinks into the empty seat next to you, and you sip on the water given earlier.
“Well, I was… until Ning left—”
“Don’t worry about her, dear…”
She reaches out a hand to shake.
“I’m Uchinaga Aeri, but you can call me Giselle.”
Oh, a Japanese slut?
The smirk she has when you shake her hand unsettles you—
Did her eyes just glow green—?
You’re left with no time to ponder the thought when she begins to speak.
“And your name…?”
You’re drowning in pussy, you think, as you join the youths on the dance floor. Giselle leads you in, your hand in hers, and the both of you start moving to the beats. However, you’re more preoccupied with checking out the women around you. Being in the middle of all of these sluts has your cock straining against your pants, and you just want to tear the Santa dresses off them—
“Quit staring at them and just focus on me, dear.”
Giselle raises a hand to push your head back to her. She’s close—very close. Her body brushes against you as she dances, and you swear it’s on purpose—her ass is definitely pressed against you, and she grinds herself against your bulge. With how close she is, all you’re smelling is her. You don’t know if it’s perfume, and neither do you know if it’s her natural scent. Whatever it is, Giselle smells fucking amazing, and you have to resist the urge to bury your nose into her neck and take a deep whiff. As you dance with her, your hands slide down to her hips, and Giselle turns and grins at you. She presses even closer, and soon enough, you’re grinding against her, right there on the dance floor. It’s warm, it’s crowded, and it’s a little uncomfortable, but you don’t care—you’re grinding against one of the hottest women you’ve seen, and she’s reciprocating, even moaning softly as your hard cock glides between her fucking thick asscheeks.
“Fuck, you’re so damn hot, Giselle.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yeah, you’re making me wanna fuck you right here, baby.”
Giselle bites her lip and grins, and your cock twitches at such a sexy sight.
“Do it.”
Your jaw drops.
“What?”
“Do it. Fuck me right here.”
“But the people—”
“I don’t care, and neither should you.”
Giselle reaches a hand around to your bulge, and she runs her hand along your clothed length. Her fingers grip onto the zipper, and you feel the vibrations of the track being undone, then her hand sliding under your pants to rub your shaft over your underwear.
“Wai—”
“Shh…”
Giselle turns around, and without warning, her lips are on yours. You waste no time in making it an openmouthed kiss, and when Giselle’s tongue glides against yours, lust envelops you. The kiss feels so amazing—Giselle kisses amazingly well, and you can’t help but moan into the kiss when she grabs your bulge. Fingers slide beneath your pants again, but this time, Giselle pulls at your underwear, and soon enough, she has your cock out of the zipper.
“You’re so big, dear, wow… You’ll stretch my pussy good, won’t you?”
Her lips reconnect with yours, and you groan again when she begins to jerk you off. You don’t care that it’s on the dance floor. You don’t care that people might notice—not that they do, magically. In fact, you don’t even care about any ramifications. Hell, you don’t even know or care about how you can hear Giselle under all that loud music without her even raising her voice at all. All you care about is that you’re about to have sex with one of the sexiest sluts you’ve ever met.
“Oh wow, you’re really wet, aren’t you?”
Giselle raises her hand. Her fingers glisten with your pre-cum, and she licks it off while staring at you.
“Mm, healthy…
"Come on, fuck me.”
You watch in sheer lust as Giselle turns around and bends over. She pulls at the hem of her dress, and your cock twitches at the sight of her dripping pussy exposed for your viewing pleasure.
“Surprise, dear. I didn’t wear any underwear tonight.”
Giselle grabs your shaft and leads you to her entrance. She rubs your cockhead against her slit, and she smirks when your cock presses against her hole, almost entering her.
“Put it in, baby. I wanna see how men like you fuck sluts like me.”
Without any warning, you thrust into her with one hard stroke. You groan loudly in pleasure, as does Giselle. She arches her back when you push in, and you wrap your arms around her body to pull her close. Finally, you push your nose right against her nape and take in deep breathfuls of her scent.
An impossible heat takes over your body—you feel so warm, almost too warm, yet very comfortable right where you are. Dimly, in the back of your mind, you know you’re still in the club, right on the dance floor, but somehow, it doesn’t matter. No one has noticed you and Giselle, and no one’s filming anything. Everyone is dancing and drinking as per normal, even when right next to them, you have Giselle in a standing doggy position, your cock hilted deep in her pussy, your connection to her exposed right for everyone to see. You don’t know how or why no one’s noticed—but it doesn’t matter at all, not when your cock’s deep in a slut’s pussy. That’s all you care about—no one’s looking, and you can fuck her in peace. In fact, it’s even better if no one’s looking.
“Stop thinking and just fuck my slut pussy, baby.”
And fuck her, you do.
You pull yourself out from her cunt, then shove it all back in with one stroke. You can’t help but moan loudly once more, as does Giselle. Giselle’s pussy feels like paradise—you’ve never fucked a cunt that somehow molds around your cock just right. Every time you thrust in, her walls magically feel heavenly—she’s warm, tight, wet, divine. The world around you melts away and the pleasure of sex with Giselle becomes the only thing you care about. Gradually, you begin to pound her right where you stand, which draws the sexiest and most wanton, obscene moans you’ve ever heard a woman moan. It only fuels you to fuck her faster, harder—you can feel your abs burn, your thighs almost cramping up. None of it matters—the pleasure that Giselle’s tight body brings you overpowers the discomfort.
“That’s right, fuck me just like that! Fuck my slut pussy just like that! I love it, I love the way you fuck me! Keep fucking me, fuck me until you fill my slut pussy with cum! Empty your balls in me, pump me full of your cum! Feed me all of your cum!”
Giselle’s words fuel the flames of your lust—what was already there is only empowered, and you take the chance to give her thick ass a hard slap, which draws even louder moans from her.
“Yes, yes, spank me, make it hurt! Punish me, punish me for being such a slut! Punish me for fucking you right here in front of everyone, show them all how you’re taming me!”
With a loud roar, you spank Giselle over and over. However, the thought you taming her sits right in your mind and you only last another three hard thrusts—
“FUCK!”
“Yes, yes, yes, YES!”
On the third thrust, you force your entire length into Giselle, and you explode into her cunt. You’ve never had an orgasm so intense—your knees nearly buckle and send both you and her tumbling to the floor. While you fight to keep both of you standing, your cock fires off shot after shot after shot of thick, hot semen right into Giselle’s cunt. You don’t know how many jets of semen you deposit into her waiting pussy—all you know is that it is enough to overflow around your connection and drip to the ground where you stand. At the same time, Giselle moans and shudders, her hips bucking intensely, her body convulsing under your touch as her orgasm arrives right after yours. Her pussy milks your cock for every shot of your cum, and you can hear the loud hisses of release as she squirts all over the floor and on your pants. Gush after gush after gush of squirt sprays all over the dance floor, and her juices mix with your semen in a puddle below your connection.
You have no idea how long your orgasms take to pass, but when you finally pull your softening cock out of Giselle, you see that your cum runs down her thighs and stains her stockings. The girl in question turns around and crashes her lips to yours in a torrid kiss, then she asks you the question you’ve set out to hear for tonight.
“My place or yours?”
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“Nngh, fuck, that’s right, keep fucking me like that, yes!”
The taxi ride back to your place isn’t free of sin either—Giselle’s naked and bouncing on your cock. You’re naked under her too—your clothes and hers mix in a pile to your right—and you thrust up into her over and over.
Once you’d gotten into the taxi with her, somehow the driver only focused on driving. Even as Giselle suddenly mounted you and started undressing, the driver didn’t seem to notice. You were wondering why earlier, but once Giselle’s pussy enveloped your cock again, none of that mattered any more.
“God, fuck, your slut pussy feels so good, oh fuck…”
“I’m gonna cum, baby!”
Giselle screams out loud when her sentence ends. She shudders and falls back on you, and your cock springs out of her pussy as she squirts hard against the front seat of the car. Gush after gush of her juices drench the leather—your fingers rubbing her clit extend and strengthen her orgasm, and the pleasure she draws from it. You don’t even wait for her orgasm to subside before you shove your cock back in her and start thrusting again—nothing can and will tear you away from being balls deep in Giselle’s perfect cunt.
“Oh God, yes, that’s right, it’s your turn, cum for me, cum inside me!”
“Argh!”
With a low growl, you rail Giselle with your hard cock. You can feel the exertion across your body—sweat drips from your forehead and chest, your heart pounds against your ribcage, and your muscles work overtime to keep up with the fucking you’re giving Giselle. You have no idea where this energy comes from—you’re fucking her harder than you have any girl and you feel like you’re on top of the world, no exhaustion at all.
You don’t even bother announcing your orgasm—you just let yourself burst deep into Giselle again. Her walls almost seem to massage your cock, as if to coax more and more of your load deep into her. Giselle shudders as spurt after spurt of your warm cum is fired deep into her womb with every thrust of your cock deep into her cunt.
“Oh God, yes, fill me more, fuck yes!”
Your orgasm might as well be never-ending, with how much cum erupts from your cock. Your thick semen overflows from Giselle’s cunt, and with each burst of fresh cum, you feel your load drip out of her cunt and stain your skin, as well as the floor of the taxi.
When the taxi slows to a halt, Giselle pulls out her wallet and throws a few bills in the direction of the driver. She grabs the pile of clothes and steps out of the taxi naked. She pulls your hand to lead you out of the vehicle, and when the door closes, it drives off into the night. Neither of you care about the mess you’ve made—it’s not your issue to bother about. The only thing that is important to you is to get into Giselle’s home—you’re going to have sex with that slut all night.
“Let’s get in quick, baby. I miss that cock already.”
Giselle’s had fuckings like the one she’s getting right now from you. She’s no stranger to sex, that much you know from how hard she fucks herself back on you. You have her bent over her couch, the bottle of lube she had lying around thrown onto the other side of it. The expensive leather bends under her knees, and you pump harsh thrust after harsh thrust of your cock deep into Giselle once more.
“Mgh, fuck, that’s it, fuck my ass harder, fuck it like you fucked my pussy!”
You’re buried balls deep in Giselle’s asshole now. Her idea, really—she wanted you to use her body fully, and she’s also the one who led you to the couch. Your cock twitched hard watching her spread her ass for you, and you’d wasted no time lubing your cock up and pushing it deep into her. Right now, you’re well on your way to thoroughly using her asshole—you make good on her instructions and fuck her just as hard as you did earlier. Dimly, you wonder how you can keep going like this—you’re not tired at all.
In fact, you feel like you’re on top of the world.
The thoughts that keep you occupied are broken when you orgasm again, unexpectedly. Once again, jet after jet of semen is pumped deep into Giselle’s ass, and you thrust recklessly into her to fuck your load deeper into her. When you slip out of her ass in one of your strong pulls backward, you stroke yourself as you give her backshots, leaving her skin glistening as you stain her body with your semen.
“Shower, baby?”
Even in the shower, you can’t escape Giselle’s clutches.
You have the Japanese girl pinned against the glass, one of her legs lifted up as you thrust with reckless abandon into her perfect pussy. The water doesn’t even hit your body—you’re wasting all of it right now, but you don’t care at all. Trails of white cum stains the glass and Giselle’s skin as it leaks out of her ass and cunt with every thrust you send into her body.
“God, yes, make me cum, yes, make me—!”
Giselle’s broken moan is accompanied by the strong geyser of squirt that gushes against your skin. Her orgasming cunt spits your cock out, and you waste no time forcing yourself back in her and fucking her through her orgasm. Hot spray after hot spray of the Japanese girl’s squirt drenches your skin every time you pull out, and her tight, warm walls mold so perfectly around your cock. You’re not far from another orgasm, and Giselle’s pussy feels like heaven as usual, with its sole purpose to milk you dry of all the semen you had. Two more hard thrusts, and you explode deep into the creamy mess that is Giselle’s cunt. Your semen overflows and drips off your cock, every spurt you send into her pussy displacing more and more semen from all of your past sessions.
“God, that felt so good, Giselle.”
“As it should, baby. I’m the best fuck a man will ever have.”
You’re feeling a little dizzy from the hedonistic activities of the past few hours. The elevated heart rate probably does you no good, and you’re feeling a little hungry after expending so much energy fucking the slut that clings to your arm still. You have no idea how she’s still so insatiable.
“Come on, baby, you’ve only cum once in my ass. I want more of it!”
Neither you nor Giselle have bothered to get dressed—you knew you were definitely having more sex with her, but you just want a break for now. You’re definitely not getting that break though—Giselle somehow has unlimited stamina, and she’s hell-bent on unleashing all of it on you. You’re seated on a chair in her room, and she bounces on your lap, impaling herself over and over on your cock with her tight, lubed asshole. Your hands rest on her hips, and you thrust upwards into her slick hole, grunting with each time you hilt. The pleasure that Giselle’s ass gives you is comparable to that of her cunt—somehow, you swear it’s just as tight and feels almost similar, though you have no idea why or how. All you know is that Giselle’s the best fuck ever, and you’re more than happy to keep filling her body with cum.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”
With a loud shrill cry, Giselle orgasms for the umpteenth time. A huge gush of juices spray from her pussy as she squirts all over the floor, semen and slick dripping from her thoroughly used hole. At the same time, you release yet another thick load deep into Giselle’s ass, fucking spurt after spurt of hot pearly white cum deep into her once more. You’ve lost count of how much cum you’ve pumped into her tonight, but you don’t want to stop at all. You want to fill this goddess with your cum over and over and over.
Before you can move to get up from the chair, Giselle’s already a step ahead of you. She has your slick cock, stained with cum and lube, in her hands, and you stare in burning lust as she deepthroats your shaft, uncaring that it was just in her ass earlier. Giselle stares right into your eyes, and you swear she’s reading your mind with the way her gaze screams “that’s right, i’m a filthy, filthy girl that’s addicted to your cock tonight”. You can’t resist grabbing her head, and next thing you know, you’ve risen to your feet, your hands gripping her head to steady it as your fuck her face. Drool drips from her lips, down your balls and down her chin, but you don’t care, not even if Giselle sounds like she’s choking. All you care about is emptying another load into her mouth and down her throat. Of course, it doesn’t take long before the familiar sensation comes, and you’re filling the Japanese girl’s mouth with another thick load, which she swallows almost greedily, as if she can’t get enough of it.
“Thank you my dear~,” Giselle’s sweet smile as she rises has you grinning back unconsciously. When she draws close, you don’t even care that she still has your cum on her lips—you’re kissing her back harshly, your tongue swirling around hers as she sits on your lap, a hand guiding your cock towards her pussy once more. When she sinks down on you, you can’t help but moan out loud, and that’s when she takes the chance to pull you in for another kiss.
“I’m going to fuck you dry, babe.”
Make good on her promise she does.
You’re lost as to which round it is with Giselle.
Right now, you have her bent over your desk now, her hair gripped in your palm tightly as you yank her head back with it, your hips slamming relentlessly against the Japanese girl’s ass. However, you’ve had her in that position in many other places now—on the countertop, in bed, on the couch, in the bathroom, in bed again, and the list goes on and on and on…
Your heart pounds in your chest as sweat drips from your brow, down your body, all from exertion. You’ve gone without a break ever since the club, and you still feel fresh, as if it were the first round. At least, you’re still fucking Giselle as if it were the first round. The desk beneath the both of you crashes against the wall with every thrust.
“Fuck me harder, harder! Use me, fuck me, fuck my pussy like I’m a fleshlight! Shoot your cum deep into me again!”
Giselle’s demands are your instructions, and you follow them to a tee. You force yourself to go faster, harder, quicker, even more than before, and the pleasure you derive has you delirious. Giselle’s pussy is the best you’ve fucked, and you don’t want to stop—you want to keep fucking her until you die.
“That’s right, fuck me, fuck me until you’re dead! Fuck this pussy until you milk yourself dry! Feed me!”
It is with Giselle’s words that heralds your orgasm—this time, you feel bursts of cum explode out of your cock, and the excitement comes to a head when you feel the same bursts in your chest. You can’t breathe, no matter how hard you try, as sparks fly in your vision, the pleasure overwhelming you with every shot of cum that explodes deep into Giselle’s thoroughly used cunt.
The last thing you remember is seizing up, then falling backwards, then black.
“Thanks for the meal, baby. You were such a great fuck.”
Aeri stares at her now former partner for the night, lying on the ground behind her. He still twitches as the last of his life force evaporates from him, and then he stops moving. Forever.
With a snap of her fingers, the corpse beneath her feet bursts into green flame. Flesh begins to char underneath the extreme heat of the soulfire, and in a matter of seconds, any evidence of the man’s physical existence is erased, as if he never came over to her home. With a wave of her hands, her usual sweatshirt and pants combination clothes her bare body, and she leaves for her in-house bar to pour herself another glass of wine.
Vrrrt.
Her phone vibrates.
[Jimin | 03:15am]
Meeting. Now.