The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Fran had been happily dancing the night away for hours, riding high on the buzz of the drinks he’d had before coming out, but now that he was sobering up, a little nervousness had been creeping into his mood ever since he’d noticed he was alone. He’d come to the ‘Eleven’, the popular local nightclub, with a small group of friends but each of them had drifted off, one by one. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, and Fran knew exactly what had happened. They’d all hooked up with someone, leaving Fran by himself, as usual. It wasn’t that Fran was opposed to hook-ups, exactly. It was just that he was always a little too nervous to go through with them, even when he was receiving that kind of attention from someone. Sex was just so… much. Fran wasn’t a prude—his outfit was suggestive enough. The only thing he was wearing on his torso was a tight-fitting black leather vest, complete with ‘he/they’ pronoun pin, and besides that he had on a pair of black skinny jeans and a choker necklace with a small metal heart on it. Between his outfit, his rake-thin body, his boyish features and his long hair, he was sporting an androgynous look that had people on all genders hitting on him regularly. Fran liked the flirting and the attention… or at least the idea of it. But in practice, there were so many expectations loaded onto it all of that it just left him feeling nervous and withdrawn. And so, he was left dancing by himself at the club, while all his friends were running home with someone to spend the night with.

He’d decided to keep dancing for a while, though. He was still feeling energized, by the loud, dark, almost overwhelming atmosphere of the club, and he could still have some fun before he felt like leaving, even if he did feel a little self-conscious dancing alone. But at that moment, he noticed a tall figure making their way purposefully across the crowded dance floor in his direction. Was it someone wanting to dance with him? At first their height alone made him think it was a man, but once he got a closer look at them, it was extremely clear it was a women. Her proportions left that in no doubt. What she was wearing was a little eye-catching—a mid-length, black, gothic dress with a ruffled collar and bow around the neck, flared sleeves, and corset detailing around her waist—but not revealing, however nothing could have concealed the fact that she was incredibly curvy and incredibly sexy. Her proportions blew anything Fran had ever seen before out the water. Her whole body looked pleasingly soft and plump, but beyond that, her breasts and her hips swelled to a degree that had Fran staring in open-mouthed disbelief. Many other club-goers were staring at her too, their eyes irresistibly drawn to the way her breasts heaved as she walked or to the way she rolled her hips to make her ass jiggle with each step. Her every movement screamed sex, and she walked across the club with the confidence of a lioness prowling her territory.

“Hello there, little boy,” she said to Fran, once they were close enough to speak. “You’re going to dance with me.”

Fran blinked. His mind was struggling to accept that this incredible woman was speaking to him, of all people. He was also totally in awe of her height. He’d thought she’d seemed tall from a distance, but had figured it was a simple trick of the light, a result of the bright spotlights spinning around the dark dance floor. But now she was right next to him, there was no mistake. She towered over him. Fran was used to that—he was decidedly below average height—but she would have towered over anyone. It was difficult to tell in the shadowy club, but she had to be at least seven feet tall, and maybe even eight. Fran had never seen such an enormous woman. She was so tall that his eyes were barely at the height of her bosom, something he was struggling not to stare at. He did his best to look up at her eyes instead, craning his neck, but her face was in shadow. For just a moment, a little light from the spotlights played across her features, and Fran had the strange, impossible impression of cat-like eyes and pointed teeth.

“Well?” she pressed playfully, her voice smoldering with temptation. “Don’t keep me waiting, boy.”

“S-sorry,” Fran stuttered, even though he wasn’t quite sure why he was apologizing. He just couldn’t imagine refusing or arguing with this woman. She stepped in closer to him and started to dance. The way her whole body gyrated and rolled to the music was spellbinding, and when Fran finally forced his body into motion, he was so flustered his movements were slow and clumsy. She simply laughed indulgently.

“Good boy.” The way she said the words made Fran blush fiercely, and he was glad of the fact that it was so dark she probably couldn’t see.

“I-I’m Fran, by the way,” he said after a moment, mostly just for the sake of saying something.

“Sure.” The tall, voluptuous woman laughed again, and Fran was struck with the feeling that she didn’t care about his name at all. “I am Elraya.”

“Elraya,” Fran repeated, seeing how the strange name felt in his mouth. Everything about Elraya was so strange. “Umm… this might sound kind of weird, but do I know you from somewhere?”

Elraya giggled, amused. “No.”

“Then… why did you want to dance with me.”

“I just thought you looked like a cute little snack.” The word ‘cute’ thundered in Fran’s ears, making him blush anew. Only once his blush faded did he become conscious of the implication behind her words.

“Oh. Oh gosh. Well, um, that is… I…”

“You talk too much,” Elraya interrupted. “I want to dance, not talk, little boy.”

Without warning, Fran felt her hands slide over his body. One of them caressed his hip, fingertips straying around to teases his butt. The other ran up his chest, a single fingertip tracing a path up up his neck to underneath his chin. Fran felt a sharp pressure there, her apparently razor-sharp fingernails almost rousing him from his shock. He was totally caught off-guard when she bent down and enveloped him in a kiss. When Elraya kissed him, all the thoughts in Fran’s head froze. It was overwhelming. The feel of her body against his, her lips against his, was so sensual and so powerful, Fran didn’t know how to handle it. The kiss went on for so long he felt himself losing his breath and tried to pull away, but Elraya wouldn’t let him. He felt like he was about to pass out by the time she finally released him, but even that wasn’t the end. She pulled away from the kiss, only to wrap her hand into his long hair, pull his head to one side, and plant a fresh row of kisses all along his neck. Her kisses sent tingles across Fran’s skin, and made him shiver. When she finally drew back and allowed him a moment of respite, he was breathing hard and his mouth was opening and closing uselessly.

“Oh?” Elraya teased, her voice full of mischievous delight. “Speechless, now? How adorable! You don’t have much experience with girls, do you?”

Fran nodded dumbly, struggling to continue to dance.

“I’m so lucky!” Elraya giggled. “I caught myself a subby little virgin.”

Fran blushed still deeper. “I’m… I’m not…”

“Don’t lie to me, little boy.” Elraya bent down again and pressed her lips right to Fran’s ear. “I bet your little virgin dick is leaking in your pants right now.”

Fran completely froze. He had no idea how to process that, or respond to it. What made it far worse was that even as the humiliation burned hot in his cheeks, he could inexplicably feel himself growing hard at Elraya’s taunt. Why was she affecting him this way?

“D-d-don’t call me ‘little boy’” he managed at last. It was the only comment he could bring himself to make.

“And why not?” The hand that Elraya had placed on Fran’s hip started straying across the rest of his body, feeling him everywhere. “That’s what you are, aren’t you? A weak, submissive, virgin little boy. Look what I’m doing to you. You’re not even fighting back.”

Despite his intense embarrassment, her comment finally raised Fran’s ire. She didn’t think he could fight back? He would show her otherwise. He didn’t have to indulge whatever bizarre game she was trying to play. Fran turned around and pulled himself away from Elraya’s grasp—or at least, he tried to. The moment he started to distance himself from her, her hands tightened their grip on his body, becoming like iron manacles—one around his waist, the other around his neck. For a moment, Fran struggled against her, but he soon gave in as he realized that he was no match for her. He went limp and let her pull him back into her smothering embrace, and as she loomed over him threateningly, he become conscious of just how much greater than him she was in size and physical strength. He was powerless. That thought created a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, but one that was accompanied by strange, almost pleasurable butterflies he didn’t want to acknowledge.

Fran wanted to cry out and call for help, but before he could, Elraya spoke again. But this time, her voice was different. It resonated with something, a kind of deep, sinister energy that instantly compelled Fran’s full attention. As she spoke, he could have sworn that her eyes were glowing softly with an eerie purple light. “Be quiet and follow me.”

With that, Elraya turned on her heels and strode away from Fran, towards one of the dark, secluded corners of the room. The sight of her walking away filled the non-binary boy with relief, even as he found it difficult to keep his eyes off her huge, swaying ass. Finally, he was free. All he had to do was leave. But he was struck with true fear when, entirely against his wishes, his legs started moving beneath him, carrying him forward to follow in Elraya’s path. Alarmed, Fran tried to cry out for help, but he found himself unable to do so. He could open his mouth, but when he tried to shout all that emerged from it was a quiet, strangled whine. Once again, he was powerless. He felt like a puppet on strings, helpless to do anything but dance to the tune of Elraya, his commanding puppetmaster. He couldn’t even begin to fathom how she was doing this to him, not when his attention was so consumed by the feeling of his own body rebelling against him. Not just his legs and his voice—his dick was betraying him too. As much as his situation terrified him, the distinct tent in his pants, clearly visible, made it apparent that some part of him was enjoying it too. And the more his utter powerlessness dawned on him, the harder his cock swelled.

Elraya led him into a dark corner, where they were further away from the main crowd and where the dim light of the club barely penetrated. Even there, though, as Fran came to a halt in front of her, he felt as though he could see something on her head. A hat? Some kind of hairpiece? He couldn’t be sure. It looked like horns, almost. It was just so hard to tell, in the shadows. All he could see clearly, he realised, where her eyes. They were shining through the gloom, and only now did he truly recognize how utterly inhuman they were. Two glistening, deep, purple orbs, with thin black slit pupils down the middle. Fran trembled. What was she?

“Much better,” Elraya purred. Fran looked around. There was no way anyone would be able to notice anything amiss now.

“W-what did you do to me?” Fran asked. He found that he could speak again, but not loudly.

“Don’t you worry yourself about that, little boy.” Elraya grabbed Fran by the arm, and he found himself being spun around and shoved roughly against the wall. Elraya pressed herself close against him, still moving to the beat of the music. Fran didn’t even try to fight her this time. She was just so much stronger.

“What are you?”

Elraya laughed. “Let’s just say I’m used to getting my way. And for tonight, that means you’re my slave.”

“S-slave.” The word sent a chill down Fran’s spine. “No!”

“No? And how are you going to stop me?” To illustrate her point, Elraya placed her hand on Fran’s chest and pushed him against the wall harder. “You’re so small and weak. So pathetic. And even if you were as strong as me, it wouldn’t matter. You enjoy this. It’s obvious you’re a natural submissive, just waiting to be told what to do.”

“N-no I’m not!” Fran protested.

Elraya just scoffed. “Really, little boy? Then what about this?” She slid a hand over the tell-tale bulge of Fran’s dick. “Maybe you can lie to me, but your dick can’t.”

“I… that’s…” Fran was speechless. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but he knew how feeble that would sound.

Elraya put her head next to his again, whispering in his ear in a soft, seductive, poisonous tone. “You know, I almost couldn’t tell you were hard… such a small little thing. But you are, aren’t you? I guess this is a big as you get. Just more proof of how pathetic you are.”

Fran’s face was set ablaze with shame. Was it really true? Was he really that small? He wasn’t… was he? It was just so hard for him to think clearly about anything when she was all over him the way she was. It wasn’t fair, and the most unfair thing of all was the way that his cock throbbed as she degraded him. Why was his body enjoying this?

“Oh shush, little boy. Don’t cry.” Elraya’s tone changed, becoming indulgent and simpering. “I wouldn’t have chosen you if you were completely worthless. You might be small and weak, but you’re just gorgeous. You’re going to make such a cute little slave. Don’t worry. Just listen to me, OK? All you have to do is listen to me, and it will all be fine.”

Fran found himself nodding. He could hear the sadistic amusement in her voice and he knew that she didn’t mean what she was saying, but he needed something to hold on to. Some hope. Maybe she would be nice to him, if he just went along with it all. He didn’t believe that either, but he had to hope. What other option did he have?

Elraya seemed to sense his submission, and raised her hand to stroke his long, dark hair. “That’s better. Good boy.” Fran almost gasped from the way those words made him feel. “I’ll show you how good it feels to be my slave, pretty boy.” Her other hand, still resting on Fran’s bulge, starting moving, slowly massaging him through his tight jeans. Fran’s back arched and he found himself pressing his hips forward, leaning into Elraya’s touch. She laughed. “You really are a virgin, getting so excitable just from a little petting. But I promise you, slave, I’m going to make your cute little dick feel so good.”

“It’s… not… little,” Fran managed to say, with the little force he could muster.

“Oh yes it is, little boy.” Elraya put a cruel, pointed emphasis on the word ‘little’. “Small, weak, pathetic. Just like you. Most girls would laugh, but fortunately, I still have my uses for you. There are other ways you can give me pleasure. You’re such a cute little thing, and I know exactly how to train subby boys like you.”

“I… hnggg,” Fran moaned. His protests felt so weak compared to Elraya’s overwhelming, overpowering confidence, and her hand stroking over his dick felt as though it was massaging all his thoughts away.

“That’s it,” Elraya cooed. “Moan for me. And why don’t you touch me, too?”

“W-what?” Fran blinked. Touch her? How could he?

“I’m right here, little boy.” Elraya took her hand out of his hair and ran it down her body, inviting his gaze over all her incredible curves. “I’ve seen you staring at my tits all night. No need to hold back.”

Fran reached out a little, but then froze. He’d never touched a girl that way before, and he found himself desperately nervous. However, Elraya quickly grew bored of his indecision. Her eyes started glowing purple—this time, he was sure of it—and her voice took on supernatural power. “Grab my tits.”

Before he could even process the command, his hand shot out and stared groping her huge breasts, his fingertips sinking deep into her softness. Unashamed, Elraya let out a loud, throaty moan. For a moment, Fran’s embarrassment faded as he could think of nothing else besides how incredibly soft and good her tits felt under his touch. He’d never been so turned on in his life. Once he regained a little composure, though, his attention turned to the way his hand was moving completely outside of his control, driven only by the command Elraya had given him. It was just like before.

“H-how?” he breathed.

This time, instead of laughing or teasing, Elraya bent over him, her face looming threateningly right over his. Her voice still resonated with power, but it was predatory rather than playful. “Why don’t you look at me and see?”

Unable to refuse, Fran looked, and what he saw filled him with fresh fear. Under the illumination of her glowing, purple eyes, he was finally able to see her face clearly. She wasn’t human. There could be no doubt about that. Her facial features could have passed for human although they were strangely angular, but her skin was tinted a deep purple. Moreover, her eyes were red and had black, cat-like slit pupils, and her forehead bulged outwards into a hardened crest from which two horns were growing. She smiled at his shock, showing needle-pointed teeth and a long, serpentine tongue. Fran couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but he couldn’t deny it either. Elraya was a demon.

“W-w-w—” he stuttered incoherently. He wanted to scream but his body wouldn’t let him.

“What am I?” Elraya’s wide grin made it obvious she was enjoying his distress. “A demon. A succubus, to be more precise. You know what that means, don’t you, little boy? I’m a huntress, a predator, and your pleasure is going to taste so delicious.”

Huntress? Predator? The words thundered through Fran’s mind, filling him with terror. What was going to happen to him? How was any of this possible? Wanted to call out, to scream, but his body still refused to obey him. How could he escape? It seemed impossible. Elraya had her talons wrapped around his body and her enchanted words wrapped around his mind. He was helpless. Worst of all, it was impossible for him to think clearly—and not just out of fear. He was still as hard and as aroused as he’d ever been in his life, and it felt like every one of the succubus’s venomously seductive words made his cock jump with anticipation of the pleasure she was promising. He only had one hope left.

“P-please,” he begged. “Please d-don’t—”

Elraya cut him off with a sinister laugh. “Pleading with me? Oh, I like that. I’m glad you know your place, little boy. So pitifully weak. But no. I will not spare you.” His hopes dashed, Fran looked down at his feet in despair. He saw the purple glow of Elraya’s eyes intensify as she summoned her power. “Come now, slave. Keep quiet and follow me. We’re going to go to somewhere more private.”

With that, Elraya took her hands off of Fran’s body, turned on her heels, and started walking off towards the door of the club. When her attention turned away from Fran it was like stepping out of glaring sunlight into the shade, but he had no time to collect himself. Almost immediately, his body lurched forward after her, like a puppet on strings. This time, Fran resigned himself to the sensation of his body moving outside of his control. He knew he couldn’t fight it. Once he stopped fighting it, he found the experience strangely calming. It was almost freeing. He wasn’t in control of himself. He didn’t have to decide anything for himself—he couldn’t.

Fran followed as Elraya led him out of the club. Despite her huge stature, she seemed to be able to move across the crowded dance-floor. Her movements were as sinuous as a serpent’s, and she exuded such an aura of power and dominance that people parted to make way for her seemingly without a second thought. Fran just trotted in her wake. The street outside the club was quiet and empty by contrast, and filled with shadows. Elraya strode confidently down the street, leading Fran through around a corner until, just a few minutes after leaving the club, they arrived at a small hotel Fran had never seen before. Elraya led him inside, past the reception desk, and up one flight of stairs. Strangely, she didn’t attract the stares of the receptionist or the security guard, but Fran simply accepted it as one of her demonic powers. On the second floor, they walked for a moment or two down a sparsely-decorated corridor with a green carpet until they reached room 201. Elraya produced a key from within her dress, opened the door, and beckoned Fran inside. He could not refuse.

The hotel room was smaller than he’d expected—he’d been expecting some kind of lavish penthouse apartment. But no, it was just a normal hotel room. Almost everything in it was white—the walls, the bedsheets, the desk and the chair tucked under it. Fran just stood and watched awkwardly as Elraya sat on the bed and folded one of her long legs above the other, her height making a mockery of the normal-sized furniture.

“You were expecting something different?” She laughed. “Don’t be surprised. This is just somewhere convenient for me to enjoy my meals.”

Meals. The word made Fran shiver.

“Oh? Don’t be afraid, little boy,” she said, with an insincere smirk on her face. “If you’re a good boy for me, I’ll give all sorts of pleasure to tha ttiny cock of yours. It’ll all be OK. I promise.” It seemed obvious that she was lying, but Fran felt compelled to believe her, if only because that made his situation seem less hopeless.

“O-OK,” he muttered, unable to look her in her inhuman eyes.

“Wonderful,” she simpered. “Now, as cute as that outfit is, why don’t you take those silly clothes off for me?”

Fran froze. His desire to obey her in the hope of earning mercy was at war with his anxiety. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t just… do that. He’d never done that before, not in front of someone. After a moment, Elraya grew tired of his indecision. She rose to her feet again and approached him, and raised her hands. As Fran trembled in her shadow, her hands suddenly darted out, claws flashing. Fran winced, but he felt no pain. Instead, he felt his clothes simply falling away from his body, ripped efficiently to tiny shreds. He was left naked. He went pale. Elraya made no secret of the way she looked over his body, and Fran was too terrified to cover himself.

“Looks like you’re just as small as I thought, pretty boy,” she said cruelly. Perversely, Fran’s dick rapidly grew hard again in response to her degrading comment. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you’re such a pathetic virgin. What kind of girl would want a boy with such a worthless little dick?”

Her degrading comments had been bad enough in the club, but now he was naked Fran found them even more intense. He started breathing hard, shaking and squirming from the effect they had on him. Worst of all, his dick was straining so hard he felt like he could cum from a single touch. Why was he enjoying this so much?

“Well, I guess it’s my turn. It’s only fair.” Elraya didn’t remove her dress, or shred it with her claws. Instead, she raised a hand theatrically, and her clothes simply dissolved into thin wisps of shadow. Once they faded away, Fran could see her naked, demonic form in its full glory. His eyes bulged. Seen naked, she was both more inhuman and more erotic, a nightmare and a wet dream rolled into one. Her colossal breasts were impossibly perky and shapely and her body was perfectly curved, pinching just slightly at the waist before widening again into a rounded stomach and truly magnificent hips. Her whole body was so soft and inviting, Fran had to stop himself throwing his body at hers, trying to bury as much of himself as he could into her thick, luscious, welcoming form. Part of what held him back was the clear evidence of her demonic heritage. At her shoulders and at the bottoms of her legs, her purple-tinted skin gave way to patches of rough, grey scales that formed a kind of carapace, and as Fran stared, a reptilian tail uncoiled itself from her back to hang between her legs. Between all of that, her eyes and her horns, she looked truly monstrous. Fran had never wanted to fuck someone so hard in his entire life.

“You like what you see? Silly question, I can see that you do.” Elraya giggled. “You look like you’re about to cum just from starting at me. But we can’t have that, not yet. I like playing with my food. So listen to me very carefully, little boy: don’t cum.”

Fran could sense the power of her words, even though he didn’t feel any immediate effects.

“Now, where to begin?” Elraya mused, as she started advancing on Fran. The closer she got to him, the smaller and weaker he felt. Once she was close enough, she reached out and stroked his cheek with a single, taloned finger. The feeling of her touch made Fran’s breath catch in his throat. “Hmm… so many ways to have fun with such a cute little boy. How about…”

Suddenly, the hand on his cheek wrapped around the back of Fran’s head and roughly yanked him towards Elraya. He stumbled forwards, off balance, and before he knew it his face was plunging in between Elraya’s huge tits, which were at the height of his head. His cry of alarm was immediately muffled as his face was smothered by the soft, alluring flesh of her tits. His first instinct was to pull back, but he couldn’t. Elraya wrapped both of her powerful arms around his head, pulling him in tight with a bear hug. He struggled uselessly for a moment as a reflex, but he quickly weakened as he was enveloped by the scent of Elraya’s body. It was heady, sweet and sensual, like an expensive incense, with just the barest hint of something burnt and smoky beneath it. Involuntarily, Fran took a deep breath in through his nose, and it felt as though her scent was filling his mind, smothering his thoughts and driving his arousal to fresh heights. The heat of Elraya’s bosom and the incredible softness of her tits only made it worse. Her tits were Fran’s whole world. They were large enough that his whole head could fit between them. He could think of nothing else. He started to snuggle into her, pressing himself even closer, greedy for more. After a few moments, though, he realized he couldn’t breath. He was smothered so tightly by her breasts that he couldn’t get any air. After a few more moments, as his chest started to ache, that became alarming. He needed air. He tried to pull back. Elraya wouldn’t let him. He started struggling again, trying to fight her, but she easily kept him imprisoned within her powerful grip. Fran felt himself becoming light-headed and faint.

Just as he thought that he was about to pass out, she released him. Fran staggered backwards from her, gasping for air, and fell over onto the bed. He barely had time to catch is breath, though, before Elraya was on top of him. Treating him like nothing more than a ragdoll, she hauled him into the middle of the bed and then swung one of her thick, soft legs over him so that she was kneeling above him, letting him take just enough of her weight to make sure he knew he was trapped. Fran was under no illusions about that. Now she was truly on top of him, glaring down at him with undisguised malice and hunger. He’d never felt so small and so weak.

“You know, most people would be trying to fight me,” she taunted. “But not you. I wonder why? Maybe it’s because you know you don’t stand a chance. You’re half my size, pathetic even by human standards. But that’s not the real reason, is it? It’s because you like this. You’re getting off on this. Now that’s truly pathetic. You should be grateful I chose you for my prey. It’s what you’re suited for: being nice and submissive to someone powerful like me. I mean look at you. You make such a gorgeously pretty plaything.”

The dizzying mix of praise and degradation made Fran’s already dazed head spin. He felt shame at being called pathetic and weak, but bubbly happiness at being called pretty, and neither feeling was entirely unpleasant. His dick was so stiff it hurt.

“But even though you’re being a good little boy right now, I need to make sure you don’t get any silly ideas. Give me your hands.”

Fran felt the now-familiar sensations of his limbs being jerked around by her compulsion as his arms shot out towards her. Elraya grasped both of his wrists in one of her hands, and guided them up straight above Fran’s head, flat on the pillow. Then, she held up her other hand, and as her eyes glowed purple, it was as though she was gathering all the shadows in the room up into the palm of her hand. Within moments, the shadows took the shape of a black, metal chain. Each end of the chain was attached to one of Fran’s wrists, and the chain passed around one of the metal rails at the head of the bed. Fran tugged experimentally. He was trapped. Chained up. Now, there was no way he was going to be able to escape, no matter what.

“Perfect,” Elraya purred. “Now just relax, and let me enjoy you.” With that, she slid down Fran’s body, and slipped his hard cock into her mouth.

Instantly, Fran’s hips bucked as his whole lower body was filled with warmth and pleasure. He felt his muscles contract violently as, already over-stimulated by all of Elraya’s teasing, he started to cum. But then… nothing. It was like his body seized up against his will, preventing him from orgasming. Fran was confused for just a moment, but then he remembered the command Elraya had given him earlier: don’t cum. As embarrassed as he was, he let out a whine of need. He could feel his body crying out for release, but he knew he wasn’t going to get it. He could see the sadistic, amused look in Elraya’s demonic eyes. She would not show him any mercy.

Fran closed his eyes and moaned loudly when Elraya started truly sucking his cock. He’d never experienced the touch of another person before, and to him, Elraya’s incredible skill was simply overwhelming. Inside her mouth, the succubus’s serpentine tongue wrapped around his shaft, constantly winding and unwinding, shifting up and down, to give as much stimulation as she could to every part of him. To Fran, the feeling was equal parts agony and ecstasy. The pleasure was greater than anything he’d ever experienced, but the way his body was keeping him permanently on the edge, unable to go over, was so frustrating it was painful. He squirmed and thrusted his hips wildly, but none of it helped. As he strained, though, he started to notice something. His body was growing weaker. Not just from the pleasure; there was something more than that. He felt like somehow his energy was being drained away through his cock and into Elraya. His strength was ebbing away, being drawn from all parts of his body into his cock, and then gradually flowing out into her. Fran figured he shouldn’t have been so surprised. She was a succubus, after all. He just hadn’t expected it to feel so visceral, and so good.

“I’m not going to let you just lie there, little boy,” Elraya said, her voice muffled by Fran’s dick in her mouth. Barely taking her lips off of him for a moment, she turned herself around on the bed until her legs were straddling Fran’s head. Then, as she resumed going down on him, she said: “Get licking, slut.”

She let herself drop on to Fran, sitting on his face. Fran found himself smothered until the weight of her tall, soft body. His face was completely covered by her, and her dripping pussy was resting directly on his mouth. Without thinking, he started to lick. Normally he would have been far too embarrassed and uncertain to, but by now he was so overwhelmed by pleasure and feeling so submissive and weak that obedience to Elraya was instinctive. He didn’t know if he was doing a good job, but judging from the way she starting rhythmically grinding herself onto his face, she was enjoying it. Once again, Fran found himself drowning in her intoxicating scent, and this time the experience was all the more overpowering because of the way his attention was divided between servicing the succubus’s pussy and enjoying her blowjob. And again, before, long, he found himself running out of air. He started flailing, trying to indicate to Elraya that he needed to breathe, but far from showing mercy, her plush, powerful thighs clamped down around his head like a vice. As Fran’s lungs started to ache, he felt the rate at which his energy was flowing into Elraya starting to accelerate. He thought about the legend of the succubus, and it occurred to him that as he was growing weaker, she growing stronger, feeding on him. Fran felt himself starting to pass out, and as he did, the pleasure emanating from between his legs only grew stronger, filling what was left of his fading mind. It was like he was cumming over and over again in each moment, but he still couldn’t get the release he craved.

And then, at the last moment, Elraya relented. She lifted herself off of him, finally allowing him to breathe once more. A couple of seconds later, she let his cock slip out of her mouth. Despite his completely dazed state, the sudden lack of stimulation made Fran cry out. The succubus just grinned, and turned herself around again. This time, she crawled up his body too, until her pussy was positioned directly above Fran’s painfully hard cock. For a moment, they stared into each other’s eyes. Elraya’s were triumphant, Fran’s were nervous. This was finally it. He was finally going to lose his virginity.

When Elraya slammed herself down onto Fran’s dick, it was like nothing he’d ever felt before. He’d thought the pleasure of her blowjob was overwhelming, but that was nothing compared to this. The warmth and tightness of her cunt became his whole world. He wanted nothing more than to plough into her as hard as he could. He started thrusting his hips desperately, operating on a simple, animalistic need to cum, and she was thrusting too, equally vigorously. The flow of energy from him to her increased dramatically, the trickle becoming a torrent.

“You’re just a small as I thought,” Elraya commented. Fran squirmed as hot shame burned his cheeks. Was he really that inadequate? “You might be cute to look at, but you’d be worthless to most girls. You should be thanking me for this.”

“Thank you, thank you!” Fran babbled. He barely knew what he was saying.

“Good boy.” The praise ran through his body as a pleasure shiver.

“I’m glad to see you’re eager, at least.” Elraya bent down and kissed him firmly on the lips. Fran pressed himself fiercely into her kiss. When she broke it off, she whispered to him: “Give me everything, little boy. I want everything from you.”

Fran responded by increasing the pace of his thrusts even further, wearing himself out just to fuck her pussy even harder. He felt even more of his energy draining into her. His body felt so weak, but he couldn’t stop. The more he gave to her, the better it felt.

“Would you like me to show you perfect ecstasy?” Elraya asked. Whilst Fran looked exhausted and broken she looked invigorated, energized by the energy she was draining from him.

“Yes!” Fran nodded eagerly.

“Perfect.” Elraya carefully placed both of her clawed hands around Fran’s neck, and squeezed. Immediately, Fran found his air completely cut off. He couldn’t breathe. That didn’t alarm him. He knew what she was doing. She’d already shown him how good it could feel. Sure enough, before long, the now-familiar light-headedness returned to him. Blackness started to close in at the corners of his vision. He embraced it. The feeling of breathlessness let him focus more and more on the pleasure. Nothing but the pleasure. The way the succubus was draining his energy felt good too. His limbs felt so weak, so helpless, so relaxed, so good. When Elraya kissed him again, that felt good too. His whole being was suffused with pleasure.

When he felt himself on the verge of passing out, Fran was still calm. He knew she would release him. But as time wore on and her grip around his throat didn’t relent, he started to panic. He looked up at her with bewildered eyes. As ever, she just smiled back at him.

“I told you, slave. I want everything.”

Too late, the true meaning of her words dawned on Fran. Too late, he started trying to fight. As he scratched weakly at her hands with his, he realized there was no hope. She had already taken too much from him. He had no strength left to fight with. Elraya, looking stronger than ever, kissed him over and over again, the tenderness of her kisses contrasting with the cruelty of her actions.

“Don’t worry, little boy. Just relax, and let me take what I want. It will all be OK. You’ll see.”

She was lying. Fran knew that, and yet he realized he had no choice but to believe her. He wasn’t in control anymore—not that he ever had been. He was simply Elraya’s prey, and he was starting to lose the ability to even care. The pleasure was simply too great, and he had so little ability to think. So little energy for anything except fucking Elraya’s tight pussy with whatever strength he could muster. He was so close. So close to cumming, so close to complete blackness.

“Cum.” In the last moments before he lost consciousness, Elraya’s eyes glowed with magic as she spoke the one word that managed to pierce the air-starved haze surrounding Fran’s mind. His body obeyed her instinctively, and his cock spasmed as he was finally allowed to cum inside her. A weak smile spread across his face. The pleasure was everything she’d promised. As he came inside her, the flow of energy grew from a torrent to a flood. Elraya finally released her grip on his neck and allowed him to breathe again, but that wasn’t enough to stop him losing consciousness as he pumped load after load of his cum into Elraya’s pussy. Fran slipped into a deep, restful sleep as Elraya, finally sated, clambered off the bed, reformed her clothes, and left him to his slumber.