The Midnight Queen

“Mmm,” said the woman as she walked through her parlor. Scarlet was her name, or at least the one she was using at the time. She had many names. Lilith was the most well-known of them; the queen of witches, the mother of succubi, the consort of Lucifer. Lilith held power, but Scarlet grew so bored of that name. There were just so many expectations that came with it. She liked being Scarlet, with her red hair and her red eyes and her red lips, it was a very sensual identity. It was such a sexy name, too.

She looked at the crystal balls and mirrors and fonts that decorated her chambers, seeking her morning meal. Men and women that had offered their souls to her hung chained to pillars in her parlor, but she'd grown so bored of them. Scarlet had already gotten her fill of them, and now she simply kept them around as decoration, no different than the erotic paintings hanging among her magic mirrors. She ran a finger along the nearest girl's pussy, flicking her clitoris as she passed. Scarlet made sure to use her magic, so the girl came loud and hard from the one touch. She was a screamer, and that ecstatic shout was music to Scarlet's ears. The girl's cum trickled down her legs, sticky and glimmering in the moonlight. That was all they were good for anymore. Scarlet was so bored with them, but they belonged to her, and she was not a wasteful being. At least they made good decorations.

Something in one of her crystal balls caught Scarlet's eyes, and she licked her lips with a forked, snake-like tongue. “Oh, now this looks fun.” She walked to the relevant display, tapping it with her fingertips until all the mirrors and pools and crystals showed the same vision of two humans, lovers perhaps, or simply two lustful people who were about to fuck long and hard. Satisfied with her choice, Scarlet walked to a large velvet chair and sat down, sinking into the cushions. She was framed in the light of a rusty moon (it was always night in Scarlet's world), a detail that she had considered while arranging this room.

Her hand slipped down between her legs, reaching into her short, translucent negligee, and her fingers went to work in her pussy as she watched them on the largest mirror in the parlor. Scarlet was a succubus, and she fed on lust and sex. Every morning she would have her breakfast in the same way, finding someone out there in the heat of lust, and connecting with them. She could connect with anyone who burned the fires of sinful passion, feeding on their energy without them ever knowing. Sometimes she preferred more direct intervention, but living as long as she did, she found that she enjoyed that more when she saved it for a special occasion.

“Yes,” Scarlet said as she ran her fingers up and down the slit of her pussy, teasing herself while waiting on the couple in the mirror to start the show. “Fuck her,” she demanded, though the man she was watching could not hear her. Still, she could reach out to him. She was a goddess, after all. She stroked the crystal ball at the arm of her chair, her sexual energies transferring to the couple, making them hornier, more passionate. His cock was getting harder and her pussy wetter.

Scarlet leaned back into the cushions of her thrown and enjoyed the show, set to a soundtrack of moans and cries from the used-up slaves hanging around her. Her very presence was an aphrodisiac, making them all crave it, need it, every bit as much as the air they breathe. Of course, chained their by hands and feet, they couldn't please themselves or one another, and had to stay hanging there, hoping that perhaps their mistress would touch them just once to give them even the smallest amount of release. She rarely did. There were some that had not known the touch of another for over a dozen years, burning with lust and never being able to come. Like Scarlet, they watched others, be it on earth or elsewhere, fucking or masturbating or teasing or anything else, all day and all night. Unlike Scarlet, they couldn't satisfy their urges. They all screamed out, some shouting “Please, Mistress” or “Fuck me” or “I need it,” or something similar. Others were too far gone with lust, shouting wordlessly, giving the succubus nothing more than pleading moans.

It was better than any music she'd ever heard.

In the looking glass, the woman – her name was Angel, judging by what the man, Eric, kept saying between kisses and gropes – down on her knees, was impatiently pulling her partner's belt open. They were used to foreplay, but for some reason both of them seemed to become animalistic this time, impatient and just ready to fuck. “Stupid fucking thing,” she said, her hands attacking the belt, too frantic and impatient to simply undo it properly.

Finally, she got it out of the loop and pulled it off. She pulled at Eric's jeans so hard they may have ripped instead of simply unzipped, and before she could even get them all the way down her mouth was on his cock. He slipped his pants off while Angel ripped open her shirt, pulling a few buttons out of it in the process. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her large tits spilled out freely. She wasted no time using them, pushing Eric onto the bed and squeezing his dick between them, working her breasts up and down along his saliva-slick shaft. She pressed them together with both arms, moving them up and down, up and down. It wasn't long before Eric came with a grunt, not even telling the woman he was about to shoot his load on her neck and chin.

Angel didn't care. She wrapped her lips around his cock before it could lose it's hardness, licking up every sticky drop off his dick before she collected the cum he squirted on her neck with a finger and licked it up. She reached down and pulled down her own pants and panties. She collected the semen from her chin on two fingers and brought them down to her pussy, shoving them in with a moan.

She crawled onto the bed, kneeling over the man while she fingerfucked herself with his cum, letting him see her getting herself off. Her smooth skin, her thin fingers in her pussy, her long black hair, her large tits bouncing after her body as she rocked up and down; she knew the sight would get Eric hard again in no time. She pinched her clit and let out a yelp. She was dripping, and a few drops fell onto Eric's chest.

He couldn't take it much longer. “Come here,” he demanded, and Angel obeyed without hesitation, lowering herself onto his face and squeezing her breasts while his tongue made it's way into her cunt. She played with her nipples, pinching and twisting them, adding to the pleasure of the tongue lapping at her clit. The short hairs of his beard tickled the lips of her pussy as they moved against it. It felt fantastic.

“Oh god, oh fuck yes,” Angel gasped. She was never quiet during the act, not like Eric, who was always the strong, silent type, even when he was fucking. “I'm almost- Oh!” She felt a finger slip into her asshole, and out slowly. In quickly, out slowly, and soon it was joined by a second. Angel couldn't take it anymore, and with a scream she came on his tongue, into his mouth. She fell forward a bit, catching herself with her palms and breathing heavy. “I fucking love you,” she said. She hadn't unmounted him when she came, so Eric replied to her by continuing to eat her pussy, at least for a while.

He pushed her off when he noticed he'd become hard as a rock again. It was odd. Eric was a stallion, he could keep going all night, but he didn't recover this quickly. Still, he didn't worry too much. He just lifted Angel off of his face and moved up on the bed until he was sitting upright with his back against the wall. Angel looked down and saw his cock ready to go, and she slid onto it slowly, carefully, like she usually does. Letting her pussy stretch to it slowly. But this time Eric couldn't wait, and before she was halfway down he rammed it into her as hard as he could.

She moaned loudly and wrapped her arms around him, digging her fingernails into his back. He didn't care. He wasn't a masochist, but the pain brought him closer. If he weren't so wrapped up in his passion, Eric would wonder why that was. That night, though, he didn't care. He just pressed his lips against hers and continued to fuck her.

Eric could feel Angel's hips begin to buckle. Her orgasm was mounting quickly. She wrapped her legs tightly around his back. Angel pushed herself up and down on Eric as fast as she could, adding to the sensation of his cock thrusting into her. She screamed into his mouth and came on his dick. Pulling away from his lips so she could breathe easier, she managed to say, “That was fantastic. Holy shit.”

“Not done yet,” he says, unyielding. The wetness that leaked onto his cock from her orgasm turned him on even more, and he wasn't going to stop until he came in her. “Coming,” was all he could say as he ejaculated inside her. He slumped back into the pillows to catch his breath.

Angel climbed off of Eric, laying on the sheets beside him, and both hands went down to her crotch, fingers going to work on her clit. She was still horny.

“Damn, girl,” the man said, looking at her going with both hands. “Don't know when to stop, do you?”

“Hell no,” she said with a lustful grin, rolling her head to face him. She reached over with one hand, grabbing his flaccid cock and beginning to stroke it back to hardness. “Now get it up again. I need something inside me. Bad.”

It didn't take long before he was up again. This time he definitely knew something was up. He didn't think too much of it the first time, but getting hard a third time, and so quickly, just wasn't natural. He almost questioned it, but then Angel began to suck his cock. His mind quickly submitted to his dick and he began thrusting, fucking her in the mouth.

Eric noticed something on the nightstand – a container of lube. He didn't think he'd seen it before, and Angel hadn't brought it up. Maybe she wanted him to notice it himself and take the initiative. That was fine, he could do that. He took some in his hand and pulled away from her. With his other hand, he indicated for her to turn around.

Angel obliged, reaching between her legs and spreading her glistening wet lips for him, dripping a bit of cum onto the sheets beneath her. Eric rubbed down his cock and grabbed her hips. He didn't go for the hole she presented, instead pushing himself into her ass.

“Wh- what?” she said, though Eric could tell it was in surprise, not in protest. Angel didn't resist, in fact she quite liked the feel of his cock in her ass. She stopped spreading her pussy lips with her hand and instead went to fingering herself as he fucked her from behind. She never thought of Eric as the anal type, but he even brought the lube, she thought. There was definitely a reason she loved him so much. The hot cum that squirted in her ass was part of it.

Angel came, too, at that moment. Between his dick in her ass and her fingers in her cunt, she couldn't hold it back and her knees buckled and she fell, spent, onto the cum-and-sweat-stained sheets. Eric was worn out as well, and he let his body fall next to hers.

Scarlet didn't want it to end, she was very much enjoying watching them go at it. The succubus came three times as she fingerfucked herself to their display of sex and passion. Humans were just so weak and fragile, they couldn't go as long as demons like Scarlet could. Still, their sexual energies rejuvenated her. She felt so alive after drinking deep from their passion.

There was still one thing for the queen of sins to take care of before going about her day. She snapped her fingers twice, and her newest slave began to walk towards her as fast as she could with her chained feet. She was a young woman, wearing a latex maid outfit with a neckline below the breast, making sure her tits hung freely and unobstructed, and a ruffled skirt that ended a good inch above her crotch. Scarlet hadn't grown tired of this one yet. She reached onto the tray that her slave was carrying, grabbing a glass of red wine and taking a sip, licking her lips afterward.

“Clean me up,” she said, spreading her legs open, and the girl immediately got on her hands and knees, and began to lick the cum from Scarlet's pussy lips.

It was going to be a very good day, Scarlet thought.