[F4A] Succubus Mommy Corrupts You [L-Bombs] [Possessive] [Fingering] [Fearplay]

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Finally, I've got you alone at long last. It's just us, just me and you. No, no, no, you are going to listen to me.

Don't try to push me away as if I don't care about you. You need to relax, okay? Your head is so busy, and your heart is even busier.

How do you keep up, baby? Why don't you lie down on your bed? Go on, lie down, just like that.

Lie down, that's it. Lie back and listen, not just hearing me, but listening. See, it's not so hard.

You can be rather good at it when you let yourself. You know, it really hurts me that you keep reducing me to a mere intrusive thought. One that bursts bright and flashes in your mind.

Explosive, but ultimately fleeting. My whispers of steal that, my growls of push them, my screams of expose yourself. All dismissed as quickly as they came.

And naturally, they came rather loudly. But unfortunately, not loud enough to push through the undertow of your daily rituals and boring little to-do lists. But my, oh my, you have neglected your duties today.

You're not as well-rested as you should be, not as hydrated as you ought to be. Not up to par, how naughty of you. And in the absence of all that busy work, you're faced with the unnerving silence, the emptiness.

Oh, and here I arise to fill that void for you. Whether you like it or not, I come to you like a flame in the darkness. I offer you a way out.

And you're not strong enough to resist it anymore. As a matter of fact, I think you need me. Oh darling, I promise I'm not trying to gloat.

But I understand if it feels like I'm pressing my thumbs into that bruise on your consciousness. But darling, I am just talking to you. We can talk, can't we? Has it really gotten so far that we can't just have a simple conversation? Are we not grown individuals? Hmm.

I mean, don't you owe me that? After all these hours and days and nights and eternities waiting since I found you. Since you let me in.

Which you did, beloved. You let me in. I don't force my way in.

Ugh, how tacky. I would never bear my gifts to someone undeserving and unwilling. But you, you needed me.

And more than that, you wanted me. Even if your ego kept that cage deep in the recesses of your mind. Oh, and I know what you're thinking.

I'm in your mind, don't you remember? You're thinking you couldn't possibly want this. You're too pure-hearted.

You're too good. You're a good person. This isn't like you.

You're doing just fine on your own. Nothing is wrong. Nothing has ever been wrong.

And just like that, all your despair and rage and the jealousy perverse thoughts that make you so interesting. Well, they're just gone, aren't they? Just poof, and they disappear.

Or so you would like to think. And yet, your spirit called out to me. Wailing like Brigid mourning her son.

And although you tried to choke it back like a pill too large for your little throat. Well, a piece of you was begging to be released. A piece of you was dying.

And reached out to me with a plea to save it. Like so many of you before. Yes, all the past yous.

All my past loves. Oh, you question my use of the word love. And why is that? Do you not believe I love you? Oh, but how couldn't I? I feel your every breath upon my skin.

I feel your every breath upon my skin. Every smile you cast my way. Every jitter of your little heart.

Yes, just like that. That one's for me, and each one I return back to you. I return every single smile, stomach flutter, every moisten of your lips.

You forget that while I might be trapped within for now, I still had to climb up once again to feed. To crawl higher and higher. To dig into the crevices of your muscle and sinew and nerves for a foothold.

As I climbed to your summit. To eat your compassion and your marrow and your dreams and your teeth. To drink down the cravings and the bile and the tears and the blood.

I smell your want and your need as my own. It's a stench that can't be screwed away, although you would definitely like it. You would definitely try.

But I see you. I see you glancing just as clearly as I see you longing. And you need, nor want, the order you so desperately imitate with your pointless tasks.

Do you know what you truly want, deep down? Would you like me to tell you? You want to be fucking feral.

Isn't that so nice? You don't want to bite down your tears and your rejection. You want to rip out the vocal cords of those who reject you.

And you want to use your blood-stained fingertips to rub and cum while they watch you in horror. And that, my dear, now that, now that, that is more than enough reason for me to be here. And I'm here to stay, my love.

How could I ever leave you? Oh, we belong together. Entwined, entangled, inescapable.

I love you. I couldn't drop you even if I wanted to. I mean, how could I give this up? All this desire, all this repression, so wound up into itself.

So twisted up, it's become demented. I didn't know what I was looking for until I fell into you. Until our entities mashed into existence together.

When we first met, your soul coiled around me. It dug its nails into my back and gripped the bedsheets, gasping, whimpering, moaning in my ear the words, finally. I borrowed those words from you, though I'm not sure if you recognize them yet.

But you will never be rid of me. I won't let that happen, and though you might not realize it yet, neither will you. Can't you hear my want for you? Can't you feel my desire for you? My snarling, frothing need for you? And that fire you've tried to ice, that warmth between your thighs.

Won't you finally admit your own desires, too? Or must I rip them out from you? A few times for good measure.

Oh, why don't you accept my gift for you? Why don't you accept my gift for you? Let me in.

Shall I prove it to you? Would you like that? Someone so preoccupied with rationale, shall I show you the evidence? Show you how badly you need me? Oh, close your eyes.

Close them. There is no one in this world worth thinking of besides me and you. Let it all bleed out.

Slow your breathing. Slower. Like I've rested my hand upon your neck.

Can you feel it? Slowing the air that can get in. Just enough to make each breath of yours very, very intentional.

Slow your breaths. Feel your body relax. Let yourself sink into this state.

But do not fully rest, for there is no rest for the wicked. Sink into the pleasure, into the warmth. Let your mind get hazy and warm.

Just give in to it. Give yourself permission. Even if just for this moment, trust your desires.

Trust your body's instincts. Give in to me. Do you feel me now? Yes, that's me.

I'm here, Ella. Feel my breath in your ear. The drill of my fingers down your neck.

The lick of my words along your spine. That's it. No need for your eyes.

They do not see me. You do not need them. So why don't you offer them up to me? Keep them closed.

I'll protect you in the dark. Let me see what you need to. Wink at whoever you want.

Flutter eyelashes at those you shouldn't. I'll use them better than you could ever dream. I see the beauty in you that you do not.

And I see the hatred in this world that is of no use. I have watched the world through your eyes. Now it is your turn to see through mine.

You deserve it, my love. You deserve to let me eat them and spit them back out brand new. They are mine now, but keep them closed.

Your ears are still yours. You still need them now more than ever. And your lips, oh, your lips.

Delicate and sweet. Soft, intimate, yet to be corrupted. Oh, of course you need them, too.

Of course you need them, too. To feel me. The hunger for me.

For my teeth to pull at and hold. For my own lips to kiss and suck to breathe me back in. To spit my filthy words into for you to swallow.

Feel these lips on your own. Do you feel my love for you? Do you? Don't fight it.

Don't insult yourself with more games. This, this here is love. This is my love for you and only you.

I love you so much I can't stand it. It screams from within me, begging for you to see it. It hurts me so much.

It hurts me to hide it, to repress it, and so I won't anymore. Feel my love on your tongue. Burning and filling and choking.

Yes, I know. I can feel it back. Give it to me.

Oh, that's it. You want to be mine. Nod your head.

I know you want it, too. I know you want it. I can feel how you want it.

The warmth, the burning, the sweat, the heat of you. I'll give you all of it. More than you could ever want.

Far more than anyone but you deserves. Thank you, my love. Oh, thank you.

Thank you. Thank you for letting me show you what I will do for you. Oh, don't let shame or guilt ruin this.

Don't let your thoughts interrupt us. You don't need your thoughts. You don't need your mind right now.

So let it go. I'll provide for you what you need. Relax.

You just need me and the gifts I can give you. You do not need to earn them or fear them. They were made for you.

And you were made for them. You are already worthy and there is nothing you need to prove to me. I've already seen it.

This is what you deserve.