The Succubae Seduction 3: Knight's Son Ch 01

28 January 2024

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I hadn’t loved Megan—or at least I couldn’t admit it to myself—but I knew I was on track to do so when we were dating. I enjoyed listening to her talk with her Texan accent, as she described growing up on a ranch.

I’d never hear her voice again.

Charlotte hit my chest, and I blinked, trying to refocus on her face before mine. "What do you think that light was? Do you think it was another bomb south of Washington?"

"I… What?" I asked, focusing again on the hologram. A massive pillar of light shot into the sky from whatever direction the camera faced. The reporter said something about it being to the south but didn’t know what it could be.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Charlotte asked, standing up and pulling me to my feet. Feeling empty inside, no coherent thoughts, but repeating images filling my mind’s eye, I followed her without saying a thing.

It wasn’t until we walked into a well-kempt hotel room, that I finally came back down to reality.

"What are we doing here?" I asked as the woman I’d thought of as dangerous earlier turned to look at me with a hungry gleam in her eyes. Am I about to be murdered?

"It appears to be the end of the world," she told me, working the buttons on the front of her leather vest. "I can’t think of a better way to go out than getting royally fucked."

"End of the world?" I asked, not following.

"Weren’t you paying attention?" Charlotte asked as she finished unbuttoning her vest, slipping it from her shoulders. I wasn’t surprised to find that her bra was black, though that it was lacy caught me off guard. "The magical world showed up in the Gulf of Mexico… Well, most of it. The news was saying that experts think that reality is going to collapse. Come on, get naked! If that bulge I felt in your pants is any indication, I want to feel it deep inside when we go!"

What do you do in a situation like this? The world is ending, you just watched your ex-girlfriend get killed on a live broadcast, and some big-titted goth MILF is asking you to bang her? To say I was emotionally confused would be an understatement. However, my second brain seemed to be very interested in the idea.

Fuck it! I thought, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. What’s the worst that could happen? The world ends? I left the chain with its simple pendant on. It’s not like I can take it off, anyway.

Charlotte sat on the bed and started working on the laces to her long boots. I could tell it was going to take a while and decided not to wait. Closing the distance between, I shocked her by lifting her by her armpits, spinning her around.

"Hold on, I’m still—Oh!" She cut off as my arms slipped around her pale waist and deftly undid her pants. I was a bit surprised at how wet her panties already were as my left hand slid inside and found her slit through the soft fabric. At the same time, I nibbled lightly on her neck, and my right hand slid up her smooth abdomen, sliding the cup of her bra up. My fingers found metal in both locations.

How kinky is this woman? I asked myself. Her moans filled the small hotel room as my left hand worked the metal stud I found around her clit. Her head rolled back, and her right hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me in tighter to her neck. Her left hand dug between our bodies, groping my swollen and uncomfortable manhood through my pants. With her head back, I had a great view down her body and marveled at the size of her sweater fillers, each topped by a golden ring through the nipple. They had to be double-Ds, at the least.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I gripped the sides of her leather pants and yanked them down to the tops of her thigh-high boots. She squealed at the sudden movement and then again as I dropped to my knees behind her. Since she was facing the bed, I locked my right arm around her thighs and pushed on her back, knocking her forward but keeping her on her feet.

I had a grade A, front row seat to her ass and coochy. It seems I managed to get her panties when I lowered her pants, and this close, there was no mistaking the musk of her arousal nor the sheen to her inner lips. It’d been well over a year since the last time I was this intimate with a woman, but I’ll be damned if I was going to pass this up. Despite all the drinks and shots I’d downed at the tavern, I found myself rather thirsty and dove into her wellspring. As my tongue explored her folds, exalting in her tangy flavor, I felt her fingers grip my hair, pulling me tighter into her. My nose buried itself in her crack as I sought out that metal ring. Her hips swiveled against my mouth’s questing muscle as throaty moans escaped her.

By the time I managed to work myself down to her clit, her lubricant already dripped from my chin. Her hips bucked as I stimulated the metal jewelry, and the hand in my hair grew painful in its insistence at getting my face in as deep as possible. My efforts were rewarded a moment later when her body locked up, and she fell entirely onto the bed, twitching.

Getting back to my feet, I stripped off my shoes and pants and still had time to catch the end of her passion as I straddled her. My weight rested on my heels as I gripped her hips and lifted them up. She panted into the top blanket as I lined myself up and pushed forward.

"Oh, fuck!" Charlotte grunted as I managed to get half my length buried before her hand came around to stop my momentum. "That is a lot thicker than I expected! Give me a moment."

Instead of listening, I pulled my turgid rod from her hot confines, gripped her hips even tighter, and thrust myself back into her. If it’s the end of the world, I’m going to enjoy the everlasting fuck out of this! Now, naturally, I’m a lot more conscientious lover, but at that moment, I was on a mission.

Her scream was part pain and a whole lot of pleasure. Her inner muscles writhed around my girth as she tried to catch her breath. She felt like a vise as I pulled back out and admired the view of her slick canal gripping me. With her legs still locked together by her pants, I knew she felt tighter than she otherwise would, and I took full advantage of it. My hips slammed forward, stuffing her again until I was fully seated inside her, her ass nestled firmly against my crotch.

"Fuck, you’re huge," she groaned, hands clawing at the blanket. "Fuck me, stud. Fuck me hard and make me cum again!"

Not needing the invitation, I complied. The sounds of my hips slapping against Charlotte’s back end filled the room, in counterpoint to our combined duet of moans. I’d heard that older women were hotter and knew how to please, but I didn’t expect her to feel this good! Especially since I was doing all the work!

If I wasn’t careful, I would cum soon, and I wanted to make this last. Pulling out, I heard Charlotte groan until I shoved her hips to the left. Her disappointment turned into a lusty giggle as I grabbed her legs and lifted them up to my right shoulder. I had a great view of her face as I lined my prick back up to her cunt and slammed home. Her dark-painted eyes rolled back as I hit deep within her taut vagina.

Her pierced tits bounced violently as I thrust again and again into her quivering quim. Years of playing sports gave me great stamina, and it didn’t take long until she was shuddering under me again, eyes rolling back into her head as she gripped the bedspread.

This time as she clamped down hard on my length, I knew I was past the point of no return. I thought for a moment to ask where she wanted me to cum, only now realizing that I wasn’t wearing any protection, but again figure, Fuck it! It’s the end of the world. And I’m doing fucking fine!

Charlotte must have liked the feeling of my seed filling her up, deep and warm inside, as her cries of passion increased and her orgasm continued on.

I heard pounding on the wall to the next room as I collapsed next to her, sweat beading on my brow. Apparently, we were louder than the neighbor liked. Well, fuck them too!

"That was…" Charlotte rolled to look me in the eyes, a grin splitting her dark lips. "Unexpected and wonderful. I suspect your blurse is probably broken."

I must have dozed off because when I opened my eyes, I found that Charlotte was completely nude, and her head bobbed in my lap. My glans were still super sensitive, so I couldn’t have been out that long, but the insatiable woman had me well on my way to getting hard again.

"Damn, you don’t quit, do you?" I asked, my fingers tangling in her dark hair.

"Not when I have the opportunity to ride something this thick," Charlotte pulled off my cock and grinned at me. Despite her proclamation, when her moist lips swallowed me back once more, I felt myself hit the back of her throat and keep going. Amazed, I looked back down to see her eyes looking fiercely at me. She sat there for a moment, choking on my meat, before pulling up and climbing up my body. "You just lie there, and this time let me do all the work."

Before I had a chance to respond, her mouth pressed against mine. Her lips opened up, and I felt her tongue questing out to find my own. It dawned on me that this was our first kiss, and we were doing things backwards. Don’t you usually start with kissing and work up from there? Any thoughts of propriety fled my head as her labia swallowed the head of my cock, and didn’t stop until I bumped against her womb.

Despite her request to let her do the work, my arms wrapped around her waist, pulled in tight, and I kissed her hard as my hips jack-hammered up into her.

This time, our fornications sounded a lot sloppier, as she was much wetter. I had to break the kiss to breathe. Her moans, once muffled by our mouths, now reverberated through the room. I heard pounding on the walls again, or it was the bed frame slamming against it, but I didn’t care.

I gripped her hair with my right hand, pulling her head back and causing her chest to jut forward. I managed to get one of her thick nipples between my lips with a little bit of effort. Using my teeth to tug on the ring, I shook my head from side to side.

I felt the fingernails on her right hand dig into my neck as I continued the onslaught to her body. A few seconds later, just as my abs started to burn, I felt my groin flood with her cum. I had to stop my hips or risk having my cock pinched off; she grew so tight.

My left hand slipped around to fondle her large right breast, tweaking the nipple and ring as my mouth did the same for her other tit in an attempt to draw out her pleasure.

"Enough!" Charlotte gasped, putting her hands on my broad chest and pushing herself up. I couldn’t help but admire the way her impressive chest heaved or how well those breasts sat on her chest. Despite their size and her more mature age, they barely sagged. Her hair sat plastered against her head with sweat as she regarded me with narrowed eyes. "What are you? I’ve never been so thoroughly fucked before. Are you even human?"

For a moment, I got angry. How dare she accuse me of being anything less than human! Then I realized she meant it as a compliment and not as an insult. "I’m what you see beneath you," I told her, trying to hide my momentary irritation.

"Mmm, well, a woman could get used to this," she replied, rocking her hips. I watched in awe and pleasure as she moved in ways that made me wonder if she had a spine. I’d seen belly dancers move like that but never been with a woman who could do it.

And the way she felt! I don’t know if words can describe the pleasure of feeling my rigid cock swirling around her insides, shifting directions, and never sure which way the bliss was going to come next. If the world ended tonight, then I couldn’t imagine a better way to go! I knew she had to be using her inner muscles in conjunction with her swaying hips, and now it was my turn to claw at the sheets as I struggled to hold on. I felt our combined juices sliding down my scrotum and soaking the blankets below us.

"Are you getting ready to cum, Bobby?" Charlotte’s soft voice called out through the haze of bliss coursing through my system. "Fill me with it, Bobby. Cum deep inside my tiny, tight, wet cunt."

For half a moment, I panicked. Why does she want me to cum in her? Is she trying to get pregnant? That was all the time I had to worry before I did as she asked, firing my second load into her, blasting her womb with my seed.

I’m pretty sure she had another minor orgasm from that, but two orgasms that close together, coupled with all the effort I put into screwing this lady, exhausted me. Without a care for where I lay, or the mess of the bed I resided on, I fell asleep. At least I wouldn’t be conscious when the world ended.

* * * *

The sound of my phone ringing brought me out of a deep slumber. Mumbling, opening my eyes, I didn’t recognize where I was. I scrubbed the sleep out of my eyes, and the memories of last night returned.

Sitting upright, I look around and see that I’m alone. I stumbled over to my pants, and by the time I manage to dig my phone out, I’ve missed the call. Checking the caller ID, I see it was my mom and debate on going back to sleep. The world didn’t end, so I can call her back later.

But of course, she called again. "Hey, mom, what’s up?" I asked after I hit the button.

"Oh, Bobby! Thank God you’re all right!" she gushed, panic and relief warring in her voice. "I didn’t see the news about last night until I got up for work this morning, and then when I got a phone call, I was terrified something had happened to you."

"Mom, calm down," I tried to reassure her as I pulled on my underwear. "That stuff all happened far away from me. I’m not in any danger."

"Are you sure?" Mom didn’t sound convinced, and it took some restraint not to get upset with her. I felt more tired than I thought I should, probably to the slight hangover and it being well before sunrise after a night out. "The news said that those magical creatures… what was the government calling them? Lydenese? Anyway, they said that the portals were still working, even after their evil world came here. Those things have been showing up everywhere, creating havoc! I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

I remembered something about that other world crashing into the Gulf of Mexico but had other things on my mind at the time. Looking around the hotel room, I wondered where Charlotte might be.

"I really am okay, Mom," I tried to soothe her. "I know how to handle myself and have no desire to get caught up with any of them."

"Okay," Mom didn’t sound convinced. "Well, if you really think so. Listen, I told you I got a call already this morning, and, um… are you sitting down?"

"Sure, Mom," I said as I looked for my shirt. I’m pretty sure it was the first thing I took off last night. And where was Charlotte? It was only a little after four, and this was her room, so why would she leave?

"Okay, well, I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, and I know you weren’t exactly close, but your father’s lawyers called me."

"What the fuck, Mom?" I spat before I could stop myself. "What did he want this time?"

"No, it wasn’t like that," she hurried on. "Your father was killed yesterday."

I held little respect for the man that gave me half my genes. He was a bastard, a pig, a chauvinist, a… Well, I could go on and on, but in the interest of being fair, I will admit that my college tuition was covered by him. He’d made sure I had the bare minimum of what I needed growing up while also treating my mother terribly. No, that’s an understatement. He physically, emotionally, and verbally abused my mother whenever he was around. Thankfully, it was rare. For some reason I never managed to understand, my sweet mother put up with it and never got into another relationship. She never tried for a divorce and suffered everything he heaped onto her.

Despite my feelings towards that man, I found myself sitting on the bed, shirt around my neck, but not pulled the rest of the way down. Could it be true? Was he finally out of our lives? I know this may seem callous, but I truly hated the man. Growing up, he was hardly ever around. When he was, he would get drunk, belligerent, and abusive. I took his money for college to get a better education and be a better man. At that moment, I was more worried about that money being cut off than I was about his passing.

"What did the lawyers say?" I asked, feeling my heart in my throat.

"They wouldn’t tell me much," Mom said, and she sounded on the verge of tears. How could she still care for that asshole? I never understood it, and she never managed to answer when I asked. "They wanted to meet with you as soon as possible to discuss his estate."

"His estate?" I said. "Why didn’t they want to talk to you?"

"You’re his only heir," Mom said, and then I heard the sob. She was crying. My father somehow managed to make the sweetest woman in the world cry over his death. I felt my rage boil up in me, making my head throb even worse, but I pushed it all down.

From bits and pieces over the years, I understood that my father had money. I didn’t know how much, but it was enough to pay for my college education. Meanwhile, my mother worked her fingers to the bone, barely scraping by. With me being the only heir… If that meant I got all his money… My mom would never have to work a day in her life again if she didn’t want to.

I finished getting dressed as I got the information for the lawyer’s office in Los Angeles. I had to assure my mom that I was safe and okay and that I would talk to her again after I spoke with the lawyers before she got off the phone with me.

As I hung up, I noticed that I had an email from the school. Short and to the point, it offered condolences to those who’d lost loved ones in Wyoming and all along the Gulf Coast. Major flooding struck every city from the Florida Keys all the way around to Texas and Mexico. Rescue teams hadn’t made it to Cuba or any other islands yet, to determine what was left. School was canceled for the next week and a half to allow time for proper grieving, and counseling services were available for those who needed it.

I felt sick for anyone who suffered from the attack. Those Lydenese claimed they wanted peace, then brought their world here and killed all those innocent people? If nothing else, I felt even more sure that the crater in Wyoming was their responsibility.

Despite the early hour, I knew I wasn’t going back to sleep. While taking care of my morning ablutions, I found a simple note from Charlotte.

Bobby,

Last night was one of the best I’ve ever experienced. I’m so glad the world didn’t end.

Charlotte

That was it: no phone number, no method of contacting her, or even where she might be. I remembered Joey mentioning that the morning after he’d hooked up with that crossdresser, he’d found a similar note. Tina refused to give details of her lesbian encounter, though the guys pestered her for some time about her conquest. Had any others mentioned notes? My head hurt too much to think about that.

Making sure I had everything, I called a cab and left the room when it arrived. My first appointment today would be for the most robust coffee I could find. After that, I’d meet with those lawyers and see and see if something good couldn’t come out of my father’s death.

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From the Author

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I hope you enjoyed the first chapter in the third book of this series. Starting with chapter two, there will be an additional part after the main chapter that will be from the POV of a different character. This other character will be important, but it won't be obvious why for quite some time.

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