Adam and the Succubi

The heat from the summer day remained as the sun set on the Andes. Adam set up his tent and refilled his bottles from the mountain stream. He poured their contents into a pot, set it over a fire, and let it boil so he would have clean drinking water in morning. He would need it, too; the temperature was still 90oF even though it was dark, and the fire wasn’t helping. He ate some rations while the water boiled, then put out the flames as soon as he could, sweat pouring through his clothes.

Because of the insects, he resisted the temptation to peel off his soaked shirt and pants until he was inside his tent, where he finally shed his clothes and hung them on a cable to dry before lying down to try to sleep. The light of the full moon shown down through the opening in the forest clearing, through the tent’s mesh window, and onto his body. He scratched the half-inch beard that had been growing on his jaw and clasped his hands behind his head as he stared upwards, finally relaxed.

Then, he felt a pulse. He looked down, saw the light shining on the sweat pooling in the ravines between his pecs and abs, and watched his cock twitch. It was still soft, but plump, at a heavy six inches. Adam grit his teeth and groaned. “Sorry, buddy; gotta save on fluids.” He forced his eyes closed and tried to sleep, but his full balls kept him awake. It had been three days since he had fucked the couple in Mendoza, and the rigorous hiking and climbing with his gear had kept his testosterone up, and his cum pools ever fuller.

Adam turned over on his side and tried to counting backwards from 100. After negative 227, his dick and balls let him fall asleep.

A low groaning sound woke him around midnight. He pushed himself up on one arm and listened. The sound came again, obviously mammalian, and he wondered if it were animal or human. Every ten minutes or so the sound repeated itself, at first growing louder with each iteration, then after a while growing shallower and fainter.

There was quiet for some time, then another voice began the process, different in pitch and tone. Fully awake, Adam realized it was a human sound. He sat up, feeling curiosity peak. He looked down, and his dick had also peaked, struggling for attention and dripping precum from an unremembered dream.

Realizing people could be hurt from an accident, Adam ignored his erection. His thick pants and jacket were still soaked with sweat, but he figured that as long as he kept moving in the clearing, no insects would land long enough to bite him. Still, to keep his now 11-inch wood from swinging around, he pulled on his boxers and threw on a dry camouflage tanktop before dashing out of his tent.

The second voice had been groaning louder and longer, if less frequently, and Adam followed it stealthily through the trees. The sound became clearer, and he was

certain it was the voice of a male human. By the time he followed it along the river and to the mouth of a small cave, the groaning had started became fainter, weaker.

Adam turned off his small flashlight and tucked it into the band of his underwear to see if — “There,” he thought. Inside the cave was a pale glow he could just make out in the dark. With his feet no longer rustling along the debris on the ground, he could hear a new sound too: a slapping, wet sound, like a —

Adam cocked an eyebrow and smiled, but he kept wary as he walked carefully into the cave, wondering if he was just imagining wet flesh pounding wet flesh because of his full balls. The groaning grew even fainter, and the slapping rapider. The cave climbed uphill, and he encountered a smell like cinnamon, vanilla, and honey that tempted him to walk faster. Still, he managed to pace himself, just in case of danger. And also, he admitted to himself, in case he was walking in on some carnal action.

The cave opened up onto a wide, high chamber. The stream flattened out here, becoming a flat and smooth pool feeding a wide expanse of soft, fragrant moss. The stone walls held torches all around, lighting the place with a red, warm glow. The scent of the greenery — intensely cinnamon — gave him a small buzz, as if he had walked into a den of cannabis aficionados. What caught his attention, though, was the group of people scattered about the room.

Closest to Adam lay a man — blond, lean, with glassy blue eyes and a vaguely smiling mouth hanging open and drooling on his shaved jaw — with a woman sitting on top of his pelvis, rhythmically pumping his manhood, invisible except for the unusually large balls because her pussy had engulfed the whole thing and greedily held on as she ground against him. He breasts, tight and full, jiggled like balloons filled with heavy cream as she kept her pace, ignoring Adam in her relentless grinding. Adam watched the blond man’s balls tighten against his body, then pulse. The man released a barely audible gasp as they unloaded, and the woman licked her lips and stroked her nipples as the juice shot directly into her.

Adam, peering around the corner of the wall, was wishing she would lift up so he could see what the man’s equipment was like when he noticed she had two small, jet-black horns on her head, like a satyr but female, and hairless all over. He realized too that her skin was actually pale red, not just reddened by the firelight. He caught his breath, torn between fascination and alarm.

Beyond the pair, deeper in the chamber, stood another set of figures: two more females and one man. The man had dark skin, slick with sweat though the cave was cool, and the firelight glowed off him as if he were a dark mirror. He was leaning against

the wall, his hand gripping a kneeling female’s head and pulling her mouth down to the base of his cock and back up to the tip. Adam was impressed at the size of his member: almost as long and thick as his own hardest erection, but with balls even larger than the blond man’s. The heavy, ebony sack slapped the female’s chin as he fucked her mouth. He was panting, and his legs were weak and shaking.

“He’s been fucking her this whole time?” Adam asked himself. It had been an hour, at least, since he had first woken up in his tent.

The hung man moaned through grit teeth and tensed muscles, as if he were trying to hold back from climaxing. He willed himself to pull out from her mouth completely, and as he did so, he caught eyes with Adam. His hand, still grabbing the beautiful female’s black hair, kept her mouth away from his twitching dick. He struggled, his arm weak against her slender neck despite his musculature, as her full lips came closer and closer to his blue-black glans and its dripping precum. He panted out to Adam, “Run ... run, don’t drink — ahhhhhffffuuuuuuccckkkkk...” he groaned, closing his eyes. Her tongue — thick, almost gelatinous, and long — reached from her mouth and wrapped itself around the end of his cock, pulling him back into herself.

Adam watched her throat, could see in the bright firelight how it swelled to accommodate his full member down to the balls. Then, her pillowy lips closed, and her smooth throat began to swallow, impossibly quickly. Each time she swallowed, her tongue and throat squeezed and massaged the man’s swollen dick.

“Fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck,” the man sighed, falling onto the soft moss.
She moved with him, keeping his member prisoner inside her throat.
“Run, man!” the fallen male fought to yell, weakly, through the pleasure. He

panted deep and hard, no longer fucking, only fighting the undulations in her bottomless throat. “Don’t drink —” A third female came from a black passage in the rear of the cavern, her chest swinging with the largest breasts of the three. She knelt over the man’s face and hoisted a tit onto his mouth, as big as a Brazilian model’s after surgery. The man resisted for a moment before licking at it, then hungrily kissing, sucking, and mouthing her teat. The female tilted her head back, massaging her breasts, and let out a pleasured breath. Meanwhile, the stud began bucking his hips against the mouth of the sucking female, trying to force more of himself inside.

Suddenly his body tightened in an arch; the tit lifted from his mouth, and the sucker drew back off his cock and clutched it with her moist hands, assisting the pulsing meat as it spewed out thick, long ropes of protein. A minute of his moaning and erupting passed, coating his torso and hips with creamy seed. His balls shrank to a normal size, and Adam couldn’t hear him breathing. For all visible purposes, the 6’4” stud was unconscious or worse, and still the sucker was stroking his cock, until every drop was drained, and it fell limp with a satisfying splat on his lower abs. Then she and

her breasted partner ravenously scooped up his cum with both hands, like parched wanderers cupping water from a spring, and put it inside them. Adam was mesmerized by the sheer volume of it, and was fascinated by how the horned women sometimes drank it down through puffy lips and other times put it to their pussies, which opened like fleshy flowers (“Or mouths,” he thought) to absorb the liquid manhood. When it was all gone, they drug the man along the soft moss into the dark recess where the light didn’t show.

The closest female dismounted her male human, letting his softening dick plop onto his Apollo belt, and took him away as well.

Adam realized he was holding his breath, unconsciously keeping quiet. He also realized that while his cock was only somewhat tumid, the head had drenched the front with precum. The liquid was glistening as it slipped in a rivulet down his quads.

For a moment he debated whether he should go try to rescue the two men — and see if they were even alive. He stepped forward, but stopped. “There could be more in there,” he thought, and decided to leave and go get help, late as it may be by the time he returned to town and came back.

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Adam turned to leave and met the face of another horned female. Her skin smelled like vanilla, and she licked her lips as she eyed his muscled form and lifted her breasts towards him. They were heavy, and their nipples glistened with drops of crystal liquid that smelled even stronger of vanilla.

“Sorry, hate to break the news like this,” he said, not knowing if she spoke English or any language at all, “but I’m not into ladies.” Adam planned to feint to the left, then dash right past her, but looking at her breasts made him think of the dark muscled stud — strong, hung, sweaty, cumming — as he sucked on the other devil- woman’s tits, and how it drove the man so wild that he fucked out a geyser of seed despite warning for Adam to run.

Adam shook his head, remembering how the man passed out (“Or worse,” he reminded himself) from having fucked out too many titanic loads. He knew he needed to leave.

But his cock was still chubby, and though not fully hard, it was heavy with need. And the perfume of the cave’s foliage and of her body was making him more buzzed, making his thoughts crawl slower as he tried to reason against his urges and curiosity.

He didn’t find the devil-women attractive per se — he hadn’t ever fucked women, except for the Amazons who had captured him seven months ago and forced

him to cum as their breeding bull before setting him free — but he was curious about the pleasure from these impossible bodies. “And,” he reasoned with himself, “I can stop after I cum once. If I just try her and unload, I can leave. And say goodbye to these blueballs.” His balls really were tender now, and running would hurt them, he reasoned.

She stepped closer, and he stepped back, still not sure of what he wanted to do. She kept rubbing her smooth tits, and the little crystal-clear drops began running down her from the nipples, as if from overfilled, tight water balloons with small pricks in them, aching to burst.

He stepped back again and bumped into something smooth and soft. He turned his head and saw the largest-breasted one. She put her hands to the hem of his tanktop and slid it up and off him, revealing his wide chest. Her hands slipped around him, fingertips barely touching his skin and the tattoo on his right pec. When her thumbs reached his sensitive nipples, fingers swirled slowly over his them, eliciting a moan from his throat.

He leaned back, suddenly feeling very thirsty. “Listen, I ... don’t think I can even get fully hard. So you should probably ... just let me... ufff... fuck, that feels good ... go.” He stared at the immaculate globes of flesh in front of him. Something in the back of his brain urged him to run, but his libido was worked up thinking about the fucking and the cumming he just saw, and his mind was becoming hazier and more shortsighted.

“What the hell,” he muttered, looking down at the fingers groping his rock-hard pecs, the trail of man-slime running from his boxers, and the bursting tits in front of him. “Just one load, and then I bolt.”

The proffered tits were two inches from his face; their owner was on her toes, trying to press them against his mouth. He kissed them, tentatively, slowly dragging his tongue across the wet areola.

“Oh my god. Fuck, that...” He closed his mouth on her nipple, sucking on it and tonguing it. The flavor was like vanilla, sweet like honey, and rich like melted butter. He kept sucking until she pulled her breast from his mouth, smiling — rather, leering at him before stepping aside.

He looked down at his manhood, and it was diamond-hard with a purple head. Every nerve fiber in it felt like electricity, and the pressure of the blood pumping in its veins threatened to burst it. He needed, like a starving animal, to fuck something, to drive it home into anything that would take it.

A third devil-woman, the one who had ended the black Adonis with her swallowing, walked up from behind and knelt on her knees. Her jaw widened inhumanly, and her tongue stretched out from her mouth, long like a frog’s, thick as a soda can, drenched in viscous saliva, and blood-red like her lips. Horror struck him, but

he was hornier than horrified, and he let the tongue dip down and slather his balls with spit. He leaned his head back and groaned.

Where her tongue bathed his nuts, they burned for a moment before feeling stimulated and pleasantly warm, like dipping into a bath that feels too hot, then feels exquisite. The tongue lapped his balls audibly, making a sloshing sound with each pass along his scrotum. She flexed her tongue into a cup shape, cradling them, then slid it up along his shaft, savoring his precum before repeating the slow motion.

When he looked down again, he saw that his balls were hanging low, radiating warmth, and tingling. He realized something was wrong, that she was doing something to him besides pleasuring him. The fallen man’s warning came back: RUN. Adam looked up at the tunnel entrance, contemplating, but then he felt a tongue on his nipple, licking him. It was not as big and wet as the one cupping and massaging his sack, but still the pleasure from it made him moan, and as he opened his mouth, the teat of a massive breast forced itself between his lips.

More of that juice met his tongue, and he forgot about running, focusing on drinking more. This flavor was somehow different, and it felt different in his body. His pulse quickened, his muscles pumped, and the insides of his testicles tingled.

When the tit was taken from his mouth, he looked down at his balls again. They had swollen larger than the blond and dark men’s. If he were to try to run, they would knock against his inner quads unless he ran bowlegged. He could feel the cum pooling in them, making them painfully sore.

The tongue of the lapping devil had stopped caressing his shaft and only cupped his grapefruit testicles one at a time, filling them with warmth.

Adam reached towards his cock. He needed to milk himself, to make the pressure go away; he was afraid his nuts would pop from the cum filling them. But the other two females wrapped their bodies around his arms, rubbing their tit-juice into his enormous biceps and their sopping pussies on his forearms, while their tongues suckled on his pecs. As he began to sweat, his pores opening up from whatever chemical reaction he was experiencing, the devils’ juices from their mouth, breasts, and pussies mingled with his sweat and seeped into his skin. He see his balls growing, and he definitely felt them do so. He felt the strength of his Herculean body pulling down to his balls, like the blood — or something more vital — being sapped down from every iron muscle fiber, converging in his 8-pack torso, and filtering down to create more spunk.

He groaned, almost roared, trying to extricate his arms to get at his cock. The two females hung on his arms with their full weight, intoxicating him with their pheromones and secretions. They rubbed his body with their hands, feeling the strength of his muscles: abs, glutes, pecs, Apollo’s belt, deltoids, rhomboids, traps —

they groped him savagely and sensually, rubbing the creamy oil from their juicing tits all across his sweating musculature, increasing that sensation of his vitality flowing downwards.

“Just let me fucking cum, please!” he gasped, though he figured they couldn’t understand his words. But they did seem to understand his tone. Either that, or his balls were ripened enough for them to proceed.

The kneeling devil drew back her tongue, then opened her mouth all the way — horrifyingly wide, but necessarily so. His cock was a veiny, purple 15 inches, almost 4 inches across, and she slowly lowered her mouth along it — not touching any part of it until her full, velvet lips touched his pelvis. Then, she closed her mouth on him.

He sucked in breath. The heat alone was dizzying; her throat felt hot, at the border of immense pleasure and pain, like a hot stone massage but made of silk. She sucked once to vacuum-seal his cock inside her throat. Her tongue — or what looked like a tongue, drew back into her throat as well and began coiling around his dick like a python. He felt it slither up, constricting the whole of his cock.

He watched, panting, remembering again that he needed to leave, to fight —

“Just after one load. Just one load so my balls are empty and normal, and then I have to get out of here.”

Confident in his resolve, he stopped struggling and savored the moment, feeling his muscles worshipped and his cock slowly squeezed and swallowed while his balls were gently massaged. “Ohhhh, fffff....” he moaned, feeling his semen moving, getting ready for —

His moan turned into a yell. Her speed quickened, her mouth grew wetter, and her suction increased — he tried to hold back, to make the impending orgasm last — but his body broke against the pleasure. The veins in his neck bulged as he roared, feeling his ropes of cum erupt from his body. He couldn’t tell how many bolts she greedily sucked out of him before she let his cock free and leaned far back, letting 9 more coat her stomach and pussy. As the other two squeezed his still-hard dick for all its drops, and his balls returned to normal, the sucker scooped up the 8 fluid ounces of seed sprayed on her and fed some to her pussy, then held out palmfuls of the white stuff for the others to slurp from her hands.

—————

Adam panted, watching them feast on his protein. His body felt shaken, tired, like he’d just run a marathon or competed in a title wrestling match. He felt elated, but

drained. While they licked up the last drops of cum, he eyed the exit. “How long have I been here?” He couldn’t tell. Everything felt like a nightmare, but also like the most sensational wet dream. He couldn’t believe how much cum he had shot out. “How was that possible?” he thought. He looked down at them, then back at the exit. The orgasm had been mind-blowing, and each cannon burst of cum a delirious pleasure.

The devil-women looked back up at him. The titted and tongued ones stood up, and the third who had waylaid him in the cave leaned on her back, stroking her wet nipples and spreading the petals of her pussy for him.

Adam had a moment to decide. “I could hear the last guy cumming a ton before he gave out; just one more.” His cock twitched at the thought of another orgasm.

The two devils standing next to him gently pulled his face down to their tits, each taking a turn at poisoning him. He knew whatever it was they were feeding him was affecting his balls, cock, and his willpower, but he knew he could withstand at least one more — “maybe a few more” — rounds of cumming before he made his escape.

He hungrily sucked at their tits while they groped his muscles, nipples, ass, hole, and balls, which already were swelling again like heavy fruit with intense pleasure and a nice amount of pain. He lost track of time again, getting kissed, touched, and licked all over, feeling their vanilla-poison go down into him, soak through his sweaty skin, and slowly swell his balls.

When he was ripe once more, they pulled him down slowly to his knees. Adam looked again at the third female on her back, her pussy oozing a river of juice onto the mossy earth. He knew it was toxic to him, that it was making resistance harder, but his body was still fairly strong, and he wanted to know what her sopping hole would feel like.

He pressed his cock head against her wet opening. The juice was slick like olive oil, and it filled his shaft and balls with that same fiery warmth as it absorbed into the skin of his manhood. He pressed harder, and at first it felt as if the small hole inside her folds wouldn’t give. Then he moaned, low and long, as millimeter by millimeter his cock sunk into her. He thought he would cum from the tightness alone, but he held off. When his grapefruit-testicles were pressed against her, he tried to pull back. Her pussy held fast for a moment, then loosened to allow him to pull back to the head, then shove back into her.

He groaned again, feeling the wet warmth of her on his rod and hearing the wet slurp of their soaked flesh. He drew back and fucked deep into her again. And again. And dozens of times more. He lost count of his thrusts, and his moaning grew louder, and his slamming came harder until he groaned with an impending eruption.

He pulled out, just before the first shot, and gripped his fifteen inches with both hands since his fingers couldn’t fit around the girth of it alone anymore. Twenty ropes of cream gushed from his cock, each pulse feeling like its own orgasm.

He leaned back on his heels and gazed at the layer of paint he’d coated her with. His lungs were panting, and his head was dizzy. Tits were put in front of him again. Adam thought, “What the fuck am I doing?” but he slurped on them anyways, drinking them down as fast as he could to swell his balls one more time. He tried to stand, but gentle hands gripped his giant muscles and pushed him back.

The titted woman began smothering him with her breasts, leaving him the choice of suffocating or drinking her devil’s poison. “Or you can push them off and run! Just run! Just... just fuck, one more, just one more —.”

He felt the pussy lips of another devil on his cock, and he blindly reached his hands to her tits. “Throw her off, I’ll throw her off while she’s off balance, and run!” But his hands betrayed him; instead of helping him get free, they grabbed her hips and pulled her down, letting her pussy engorge his manhood. This time it didn’t loosen. Instead, her pussy latched onto him, the whole of its inside like a hundred tongues licking in one motion, one direction up into her.

He felt the thick tongue of the other devil lapping on his balls, coaxing them to churn more cum. Then, a fourth devil began licking his chest, drenching him in toxic saliva, and massaging his arms, traps, chest, and abs down, down towards his cock and balls.

“Where is this cum coming from?” He wondered sincerely for the first time.

He felt the orgasm approaching, and he tried to fight, but this time he had no control. It exploded up into her, his cock pulsing wildly in the deathgrip of pleasure on his cock. He moaned into the tits that kept feeding him. He could feel, more keenly than the previous two times, that it was his strength, his essence they were milking out him.

“Fuck, it’s me that’s the cum, fuck fuck fuck.”

His arms felt weak despite their size. He struggled for a moment to push himself up, failed, then tried again. He shoved his upper body away from the smothering, sweet tits and began pushing the other devil off his cock.

He struggled. She wasn’t strong, but his body was sluggish, like he was under deep water, and his id was demanding more sex; yet, his tree-limb arms started to win, pushing the others one away with one arm and forcing back the devil swallowing his cum with her pussy. She was almost off, and he could see his cock: dangerously veiny, balls huge and sore with their load.

He paused for one second; despite all his fear, panic, and intelligence, he felt the sheer animal lust in his drugged body and alpha cock. He savagely pumped up into her, balls-deep: once, twice, twenty times. He shot another load into her, jetting out ropes of cum for over a minute while he yelled. His cum began pouring out of her pussy and running down his balls and onto the ground. He kept fucking, while the voice in his head begged him to run and save himself; but he sucked on her tits to grow another huge load.

He fucked furiously, in one moment not caring what would happen as long as he could cum, and in another afraid for his life.

He came again, thrusting his cock up inside, feeling his cum slide out of her full cavity again and coat his balls and lower abs.

He fell back, panting, his limbs feeling impossible to move.

The devil dismounted, and the one who had been smothering Adam licked the extra cum off her.

He barely had the strength to tilt his head forewards and look over his heaving, giant pecs. Their tongues cleaned the cum from each other and his body, then they began to grope him together, massaging his body with eight hands, squeezing out the venom in their breasts like massage oil.

He realized, despairingly, that his body was intoxicated enough to be milked without his drinking. He could feel his balls swelling once more. He struggled to move, and barely began to turn, to try to crawl away, but their hands held the muscled man down and kept massaging.

He watched his balls grow, enjoying the pleasure despite himself. Then, the women gripped his cock with three hands, and two more on his balls. They mercilessly pumped him. Adam groaned, too weak to fight, and his cum erupted like Vesuvius. He watched the burst of semen loudly slap against his body, coating him with his own seed and energy. The hands kept pumping. His head was dizzy, and he drooled watching them pump another load out, painting his lower body and their breasts with his life-seed. “Fuck... this... this feels so...” He couldn’t finish the thought; a wave of pleasure drained him again. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, and another gush of pleasure took him.

When he was no longer moving, the devil-women grabbed their prey by his muscled limbs and drug him slowly back into the darkness of their cave.