Extreme Cravings Unleashed
Links for easy navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: Velvet Shadows of the Manor
I stepped out of the sleek black limo, my heels clicking sharp against the gravel drive like hungry teeth snapping shut. The old Hawthorne Manor loomed ahead, all twisted spires and gargoyle grins under a blood moon. Kai Thornwood—my date, if you could call him that—grabbed my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to send a spark up my spine. Six-foot-four of ripped muscle, tattoos snaking under his crisp black shirt, those storm-gray eyes promising filth I wasn’t sure I could handle. Aunt Seraphina had picked him out like prime rib, whispering about my “eighteenth awakening” at some velvet-rope gala inside.
“You look like sin wrapped in silk, Elara,” Kai growled, voice gravelly from too many smokes or screams—I didn’t ask. My gown clung like a second skin, crimson velvet slashed low to bare my full tits, the fabric rasping my hardening nipples with every breath. No panties, per Seraphina’s orders. “Just let the night claim you, darling. Feel that extreme pull deep in your core.”
She’d drilled it into me all week, her voice silky over the phone while I choked down those thick, salty “smoothies” through fat rubber straws that left my jaws aching. Gummies the size of my fist, jelly shells bursting with creamy heat that made my pussy clench and drip. I’d always been the weird chick, skinny from “allergies,” hiding lumps under my scalp and that throbbing mark above my ass crack. Track star, loner, boys staring but never touching. Until now.
The manor’s doors groaned open, spilling golden light and moans—real ones, throaty and wet. Masked faces turned, feathers and leather hiding smirks. Kai’s hand slid lower, cupping my ass cheek, thumb teasing the cleft. I shivered, tasting copper on my tongue, that forbidden hunger gnawing harder. “Fuck, you smell ripe,” he murmured, inhaling my neck. Musk and jasmine, yeah, but something darker, like wet earth after a storm.
We weaved through velvet-draped halls, crystal chandeliers dripping light like cum. A woman in lace passed, her lips smeared crimson, giggling about “fresh blood.” Kai nodded to a burly doorman who waved us past velvet ropes into the grand ballroom. Bodies writhed slow under strobing crimson lights—dancing? More like dry-fucking in sequins. An extreme bass thrummed through my bones, syncing with my pulse, making my clit ache.
“First stop, the bar,” Kai said, steering me to a shadowed alcove where bartenders in leather harnesses poured glowing shots. Mine was iridescent blue, fizzing with heat; his clear amber. “To your debut, Elara Voss. Drink deep.” I slammed it back, fire racing down my throat, pooling hot in my belly. Tongues of flame licked my veins, and suddenly the room smelled of sweat-slick skin, pussy juice, and throbbing cocks. My vision sharpened—every vein on Kai’s neck pulsed like an invitation.
He pulled me close, lips brushing my ear. “Feel it yet? That extreme itch?” God, yes. My scalp tingled, horns pushing maybe? No, couldn’t be. Seraphina’s stories were bullshit—demons, feeders, ancient bloodlines. But my cunt wept, soaking my thighs.
The First Tease
We danced, or ground—his thick bulge grinding my mound through the gown. Hands everywhere: strangers groping my tits, fingers pinching nipples till I gasped. Kai laughed, low and dirty. “Let ’em play, baby. This is your night.” A masked woman slithered between us, her tongue flicking my collarbone, tasting salt. Salty like my shakes. I shoved her away, but Kai hauled her back, kissing her sloppy while palming my ass.
Hours blurred—shots, dances, flashes of tits and cocks in corners. My head swam, but not drunk. Alive. Ravenous. Kai dragged me to a side chamber, door clicking shut. “Time for your real drink.”
Chapter 2: Elixir of Forbidden Flames 🔥
The chamber was a den of red silk walls, mirrors throwing back our twisted reflections. A massive four-poster bed dominated, chains dangling from posts like promises. Kai shoved me onto satin sheets that whispered cool against my fevered skin. “Strip slow, Elara. Show me that body you’ve been starving.”
My hands trembled, peeling the gown down. Tits spilled free—heavy C-cups with dark areolas puckered tight. Flat belly from all those “diets,” hips flaring wide for breeding. No hair down there, waxed bare on Seraphina’s command. Kai groaned, palming his crotch. “Fuck, those curves. Seraphina said you’d be prime.”
He yanked off his shirt, revealing inked abs and a V-line arrowing to his zipper. I crawled forward on instinct, that extreme hunger twisting my gut like barbed wire. “What did she tell you?” I whispered, voice husky, fingers fumbling his belt.
“That you’re special. Need real protein.” His cock sprang free—nine inches thick as my wrist, veins bulging, head weeping pre-cum like nectar. The smell hit me: musky, salty heaven, better than any gummy burst. My mouth watered, pussy clenching empty.
“Suck it, succubus slut.” He grabbed my hair—wild black waves—and fed me the tip. Salty burst on my tongue, and I moaned, cheeks hollowing as I slurped greedy. No straw needed; this was the source. He face-fucked me slow, balls slapping my chin, gagging me wet. Tears streamed, mixing with drool dripping to my tits. “That’s it, hollow those cheeks like your aunt taught you. Fuck, you’re a natural.”
Flashback hit mid-throat: Seraphina in my room last week, handing me that thermos. “Drink deep, Elara. Imagine it’s a man’s soul sliding down.” I’d sucked till my jaw locked, creamy heat filling me, pussy spasming alone. Now, real meat stretched my lips, pulsing alive.
Kai pulled out, strings of spit connecting us. “Not yet. Gotta save the load.” He flipped me, ass up, and dove in—tongue spearing my dripping slit. I screamed, tasting blood from biting my lip. His mouth was everywhere: sucking clit vacuum-tight, rimming my puckered hole, fingers plunging knuckle-deep. “Taste like forbidden fruit. Seraphina’s elixir working?”
The drink. It burned now, turning hunger to inferno. My scalp itched fierce, skin splitting—two small obsidian horns curling out. Tailbone mark throbbed, a spade tail uncoiling, whipping air. “What the fuck—” I gasped.
“Your true form, demon girl. Auntie’s been prepping you.” He spanked my ass red, tail wrapping his wrist instinctive. “Now beg for it.”
“Fuck me, Kai! Fill this hungry cunt!”
Virgin Breach
He mounted like a beast, cockhead nudging my folds. One thrust buried half, stretching me virgin-tight. Pain bloomed sweet, mixing pleasure as he bottomed out, balls-deep in my spasming walls. “Tight as hell. Gonna ruin this pussy.” Pounds shook the bed, wet slaps echoing, my tits swinging hypnotic.
I came first—extreme waves crashing, vision blacking, squirting his abs. He roared, flooding me cum-thick ropes painting my womb. Essence surged, healing blue tint fading from my skin, horns gleaming satisfied.
But hunger lingered. One wasn’t enough.
Chapter 3: Masks Slip in the Orgy Den 💋
We stumbled back to the ballroom, my gown askew, cum trickling thighs. Kai smirks, “Round two awaits.” The crowd parted—eyes hungry on my horns, tail swaying. Seraphina appeared, elegant in emerald corset, her own horns filed subtle, tail pinned discreet. “Darling! Embracing it?” She hugged me, tongue flicking my ear. “Kai’s just the appetizer.”
The dance floor pulsed orgy now: couples—no, groups—fucking raw. A blonde rode reverse cowgirl nearby, ass bouncing on a fat cock while sucking another. Grunts, slurps, the air thick with fuck-stink. Kai pushed me into the fray. “Share the wealth.”
Two masked men flanked—twins? Buzzcuts, pierced nips, cocks like battering rams. “Fresh blood,” one growled. They stripped me full, hands mauling tits, fingers everywhere. One latched my nipple, sucking milk-hard; the other tongue-fucked my cum-filled pussy, slurping Kai’s load.
“Tastes like prime demon seed,” he mumbled. Kai watched, stroking lazy. “Take her holes, boys. Make it extreme.”
They bent me over a velvet chaise. First twin slammed my cunt, churning cum to froth. Second fed my throat, balls on chin. Rhythm synced—spit-roast perfection. My tail lashed, spanking their asses. Horns scraped wood as I bucked, chasing bliss. Seraphina watched, fingering herself. “That’s my niece. Feed deep.”
Flashback: Childhood “condition”—blue skin flares, itchies treated by Seraphina’s “massages.” Now truth hit: succubus lineage, Voss women craving cock-essence. No wonder normal food tasted ash.
Twins swapped, ass-fuck incoming. Lube-slick finger prepped my rosebud. “Relax, slut.” Burn stretched to ecstasy as he impaled, twin stuffing pussy double-deep. DP’d airtight, holes gaping, I wailed muffled around Kai’s returning cock. Orgasms chained—squirting endless, milking loads twin eruptions flooding bowels and womb.
Collapsed in a heap, cum bubbling out every hole. But eyes locked on Seraphina. “Your turn, Aunt.”
Family Feast
She shed corset, body ripe—DD tits veined blue, tail coiling mine. “Always knew you’d bloom.” We sixty-nined sloppy, her pussy dripping experienced nectar on my tongue—tart, addictive. Kai and twins jerked ringside, ready reload.
Tongues delved, clits sucked brutal. Her tail probed my ass, mine hers. We came screaming mutual, juices mingling forbidden.
Chapter 4: Dungeon of Endless Hungers
Seraphina led us downstairs—stone steps echoing drips. Dungeon? Playroom paradise: stocks, whips, sybians humming. “Voss family tradition. Your ‘clinic’ job starts tomorrow—harvesting essence from donors.” Her laugh echoed.
Chained to a rack, spread-eagle. Kai wielded a flogger—leather tongues kissing skin red. Sting bloomed heat, pussy clenching air. “Pain sharpens hunger,” he said. Lashes targeted tits, thighs, clit—swollen throbbing.
Then the machine: sybian with double dildoes, ridged monster. Straddled it, vibes igniting nerves. Twins face-fucked alternate, Seraphina vibing my horns electric. “Ride it, niece. Earn your keep.”
I bucked wild, silicone cocks pistoning guts, tits bouncing hypnotic. Cum from earlier lubed endless. Orgasms piled—extreme peaks shattering sanity, squirting arcs hitting walls. Loads painted face, tits glazed porn-star sticky.
New players: burly guard from door, horse-cock hanging. “Boss lady’s call.” He mounted rear, natural DP with machine crushing. Roared dump truck loads bloating belly.
Hours? Days? Time melted slick.
Whip and Worship
Freed, I whipped Seraphina—her moans urging harder. Tail-fucked her while Kai railed me doggy. Chain built: guard throat, twins hands-free titfucks. Cum baths endless, skin glistening pearl.
Chapter 5: Ritual Altar of Pure Depravity 🔥
Upstairs to altar room—marble slab under pentagram glow. Naked horde circled: twenty studs, cocks rigid salute. Seraphina chanted low, air thickening magic. “Elara Voss, claim your throne.”
Strapped spread on altar, every hole invaded. Mouth triple-stuffed rotating. Pussy and ass double-teamed constant, gangbang blur. Tits milked by hands, tails whipping cocks spurt-ready.
Kai center: “Gangbang queen now.” Fucked missionary fierce while others queued. Cum overflowed—belly distended, leaking rivers. Tastes mingled: bitter, sweet, salty symphony on tongue.
Seraphina straddled face, grinding orgasmic. “Drink me, blood.” Her squirt essence-pure, fueling frenzy.
Peak hit—orgy crescendo. Bodies piled, holes overflowing, screams harmony. My power surged: horns full-curl, tail prehensile cock-milker, skin glowing crimson.
Awakened full succubus. Extreme pleasure waves to the horde, draining dry—but reviving for more.
Bloodline Legacy
Dawn crept, bodies spent steaming. Seraphina kissed deep 💋, tongue sharing flavors. “Clinic awaits. Endless donors.”
Kai pulled close, cock stirring. “Round… infinity?”
Chapter 6: Dawn of Eternal Feasts 💋
Limo ride home: Kai balls-deep reaming, windows fogged moans. Seraphina drove, glancing back lewd. Dropped at mansion, promise tomorrow’s “orientation.”
Alone in bed, belly sloshing, horns proud. No more shakes—real feasts now. Mirror showed demoness ripe: eyes glowing, tail curling wicked.
Flashback final: Seraphina at birth? “Conceived in ritual like this. Your sire… potent.”
Hunger sated temporary. Fingers dipped cum-pudding pussy, savoring. Tomorrow: clinic orgies, clients begging drain.
This was me. Extreme. Unleashed. Craving forever.
The manor faded memory, but hunger? Eternal flame. 🔥
