Thread: Sissy Succubus [dani_honey & Reydan]

An ancient, foreboding castle was perched atop tall cliffs, fused into the mossy stone as if a giant skeletal hand had sunk its claws into the hard rock. In the evening, its moonlit features looked elegant if eerie, its architecture resembling an unholy union between medieval castle and Gothic cathedral. This was the ancestral home of the Valteele family. A family whose past was as shadowy as their abode rumors of their occult activities had been spreading like wildfire in the nearby, small town of Sleepywood. The town's inhabitants feared that the place had fallen under the sway of an evil demon lord. The winding path leading to the castle was now being avoided by most travelers. Everything seemed peaceful, though... only the sound of waves crashing against rock formations could be heard in the distance the cliffs that the castle stood upon plummeted to a surf below. The creaky noise of the drawbridge opening sent a cloud of bats scurrying off into the evening sky just moments before, they had been happily hanging off the parapets. Several shadowy figures emerged out of the gate. Their armored appearance suggested that they were members of the castle's garrison. Leading the way was a tall, 5'11'' woman clad in half-plate. Long, red hair flowed past her shoulders and down her back, and her equally red eyes gleamed menacingly in the moonlight. Jesszka, the captain of the guard and a powerful vampire knight in her own right. Above all, she was a loyal servant of the castle's master. With such a mighty lieutenant, it was easy to imagine that the demon lord whom the townspeople were so afraid of was an archdevil of some sort. Jesszka knew the truth, of course. Her master the last remaining Valteele was a lowly succubus. A male succubus. It was difficult to view him with much respect, since she was older and so much stronger than him, but she was nevertheless fiercely loyal to the boy. She... liked him, even though she had never confessed her feelings. Even now, the thought of his pretty, pink lips wrapped around her thick shaft made the shemale vampire's sizable bulge tighten uncomfortably. For this reason, she wouldn't let any harm come to him. Word had reached her that an interloper had appeared their intentions were unclear, but Jesszka was resolved to stop them. The one to bring her this information was none other than the master himself, who had made an incognito visit to Sleepywood during the day. The young master was fond of what the nobles referred to as slumming he enjoyed mingling with the townspeople... especially the men. To hear him tell it, he was even employed at a local tavern. But Jesszka understood the master's position perfectly as a succubus, the boy was forced to have sex with men periodically in order to sustain his powers. Then again, a succubus' powers mostly consisted of seducing men, making them rock hard and squeezing every last drop of cum from their balls. Perhaps it was one of those endless cycles of life. The captain signaled with her arm to the other guards all of whom were female , ordering them to fan out. The serpentine path leading from the village was flanked by a maze of smaller footpaths that crisscrossed all over the craggy moors common to these parts. There were plenty of thickets to hide in on either side of the road perfect for an ambush. Jesszka's orders were to capture the enemy and bring him back alive her master had made it clear that he wanted to personally interrogate the intruder. Motioning to the others to take their positions, the vampire kneeled next to a rocky outcrop which obscured her presence. She lay in wait, her fit, athletic body ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Earlier that day, during the afternoon. Cheerful voices and the clinking of tankards could be heard coming from inside the Drunken Moose Sleepywood's best and only tavern. There were no moose in Sleepywood. However, if enough of the local liquors were sampled, moose sightings would not be out of the question. There was a rowdy but lively quality to the establishment it was the sort of place where it wouldn't be unthinkable to see a tavern wench crawl under a customer's table and suck him off. The tavern didn't get too much traffic, but today, there was a new face among the regulars a large, brawny man who seemed to want to know more about the castle overlooking the hamlet. The door to the tavern swung open, and a petite, flat-chested girl made her entrance. She looked no more than an inch taller than five feet and was dressed like a slutty barmaid. Her arrival elicited a few approving whistles and crude gestures from the male patrons. Many of them knew her as a fun and relatively cheap girl. But what they didn't know was that this 16-year-old teen whose sweet tongue they'd felt on their smelly cocks and hairy nutsacks many a time was Stefan Valteele, the purported demon lord whose existence they had come to fear. The disguised, tiny succubus seemed pleased with the reception he had received, and blew a kiss to the men, all of whom were at least twice his age. The effeminate boy's tavern wench get-up consisted of a short, white, off-the-shoulder dress that left his slender shoulders bare. It was overlaid with a tight, black lace-up bodice which showed off the teen's figure a tiny waist sloping down into wide, feminine hips and a plump, juicy ass. The skirt on the dress was so short that it barely managed to cover his perfectly round cheeks. Occasionally, a glimpse of the boy's underwear was revealed, much to the delight of the clientele the little sissy was proudly wearing a baby blue thong that struggled to cover his rear. Fitted snugly around his neck was a white, frilly choker with a cute, light blue bow it came with matching cuffs that looked equally adorable. Strands of shiny, jet black hair peeked from under a beige cat ear beanie the silly hat concealed the succubus boy's small, ram-like horns. People assumed that the spade-tipped tail sprouting from his rump was part of his cat girl shtick. Noticing the stranger, who was seated at one of the side tables, Stefan's curiosity was piqued. The boy's big, pale green eyes sparkled with desire, and his full lips parted ever so slightly. The dark eyeliner, smokey eyeshadow and nude, glossy lipstick he was wearing made the boy look like a strumpet who'd be better suited to servicing men than serving drinks. But before he could do either Stefanie! the bartender bellowed. He was a scraggly-haired man in his 40s. Despite his angry tone of voice, he didn't seem too unhappy to see the little sissy. How many times do I have to tell ya, you can't just come and work here once a week, whenever it pleases ya! The girly boy gave an indignant hmpf!. Impudent lout! he thought. You should be kissing my feet for the honor of having me in your dirty tavern. This was one of the downsides of having his identity hidden people didn't show him the respect he was due. The bartender continued, in between grumbles, You should quit being a maid at that dusty old castle and put that sweet ass of yours to use here the customers love ya! And I love their money... Ignoring the silly man, Stefan headed over to the big stranger's table, his hips swaying as he strutted. White thigh-high socks covered his legs, but his smooth, sexy thighs were left bare. The boy's tiny feet were locked into a pair of 5'' cream-colored high heels. Smoothing his short skirt, he sat down opposite the man. Hello, handsome, the boy purred, his soft, sultry voice matching his feminine appearance. What brings a hunk like you to these parts? As he was asking him this, the boy succubus lifted his left leg under the table and pressed it against the man's groin. With an impish smile on his pretty face, he gently massaged the man with the sole of his high heel.