Part I

Daphne bucked hard, her powerful ass and hips churning furiously as she fucked the woman she had pinned to the bed. Daphne’s arm trapped the other woman’s muscled leg between her massive tits and rested it on her left shoulder. Her hands were filled with the woman’s equally large tits, massaging the succulent glands, twisting the hard nipples, even as she reamed the woman’s pussy with her hungry twat. The beautiful blonde getting fucked out of her mind was named Lara. Her magnificent body writhed uncontrollably as she bucked and heaved, crying out in pleasure. The two women had been going at each other for almost three hours, and Daphne had to admit that Lara was a wonderful ride. The blonde woman had put up an incredible struggle, but she was now on the verge of sexual defeat.

“Oh God, you whore, you fucking WHORE!!” Laura screamed. Her body arched and went rigid as the dam broke inside of her. She ejaculated powerfully, her cum jetting into Daph’s magnificent body, soaking the intersection of their lush forms, where their ravenous cunts were sealed together in a fleshy lock. Daphne groaned in pleasure and smiled triumphantly. She rode her rival, grinding herself deeper, harder into the other woman, driving her rock-hard clit deep into the woman’s hot labia and the fuck trough beyond, riding her challenger’s bucking body as the powerful orgasms chained through the blonde. In the end, Daphne felt a powerful surge of pleasure radiating from her quivering clit to the rest of her body. The sensation was delightful, but also terribly disappointing. She knew it was far less than a full orgasm and much, much less than the multi-orgasmic paradise that Lara was presently bringing to a bucking and screaming conclusion.

Lara was finally still, her gasps and moans reverberating in the room. Daphne released her lover’s leg and pushed if off her shoulder. She dropped to the bed beside Lara and lay flat on her back. She was soaked in her own sweat and Lara’s cum. Her big tits jiggled appreciatively as she panted. She ran a finger up her naked twat and scooped out some of the cum Lara had deposited there. It tasted delicious.

For a time, the women were quiet, both panting, their perfect, nearly mirror-imaged bodies gleaming in the light from the night lamp. Finally, Lara turned on her side and propped her head on her hand. She examined the voluptuous beauty beside her, taking in the long-haired brunette’s heaving, perfect tits and gleaming, ravishing form. After a moment, she began running her hand up and down Daphne’s naked body, tracing the luscious flesh from the woman’s firm, thick tits down her sweaty belly, to her cum-soaked cunt and back up. Daphne smiled and twisted her hips, enjoying the sensation.

“Did you cum at all?” Lara asked as she teased her rival.

“A little,” Daphne replied. “Not anything like what you felt.”

Lara lowered her head to Daphne’s huge, thick tit and began to lick and suck at the sweaty gland. She bit hard into the rigid nipple. Daphne smiled and moaned at the delicious sensations, but a part of her ached with frustration. She could feel these erotic sensations, they could build up in her body, but they could never come to the peak of ecstasy that she needed to experience the full, powerful orgasms and sexual relief that she gave so readily to her many bed partners.

Lara soon slipped down Daphne’s body and between the brunette’s legs and began licking, kissing and sucking at Daphne’s fuck slit, cleaning out the succulent bare twat, teasing then sucking the brunette’s swollen clit. She reached up Daphne’s body and gripped the woman’s big tits, squeezing and massaging them as she devoured her lover’s pussy. Daphne moaned, rolling her hips to rub her cunt into Lara’s face, pushing the blonde’s head more deeply into her twat. Together, the two women worked to deliver Daphne the powerful orgasm that she craved. However, as close to the peak as the brunette got, she could not go over the edge.

After more than a half hour, Lara worked her way up Daphne’s body, licking, biting and sucking at the lush flesh. The women kissed deeply, their tongues twining. Daphne turned Lara to her side and slipped her hand onto the woman’s pudenda. Lara reciprocated. The two women masturbated each other frantically, grunting and moaning, crying out and gasping as they neared completion. It was Lara alone who finally gushed in climax, her gorgeous body twisting and jerking as she came hard all over Daphne’s hand, thighs and lower torso. Daphne released a bit of cum, but her juiced up cunt could not get over the final hill to the excruciating climax she could feel but which lay just beyond reach.

Lara and Daphne showered together. A little later, wearing nothing but her robe, Daphne saw Lara off, kissing her lover deeply while they stood in the foyer of her opulent house. Lara was wearing a form fitting, cleavage-revealing party dress and little more. They had come to Daphne’s house after hooking up at a bar.

“Thanks, baby,” Daphne smiled, as she broke the kiss. A strand of spit linked their red lips and both women eagerly lapped it up.

“You are an incredible fuck.”

“Yes, I am,” Lara agreed. “But you are the first woman I’ve ever had a fuckfight with who didn’t even cum once. I know you told me that could happen, but I really thought I’d get you over the hump. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to do that.”

“Not your fault, babe,” Daphne replied. “Like I told you last night, I don’t know what’s going on with me. I’ll have to get checked out.”

“OK,” Lara smiled, finally pulling herself away from the beautiful brunette. “You’ve got my number. Any time you want to get together, give me a call. Maybe things didn’t work out this time, but maybe that just means we need to keep trying harder.” She grinned, but part of her was ambivalent. Daphne was glorious, a woman every bit as beautiful and voluptuous as she was, which was rare. Daphne’s exquisite body also gave her incredible pleasure. But Lara felt alienated from someone to whom she could give so little pleasure. It wasn’t just about being so easily beaten in a sexfight. It was about not even having a chance because her partner had some strange inability to get beyond a certain point of pleasure. Taking on a frigid bitch in a fuckfight was never a winning proposition.

The beautiful women parted ways. Daphne looked at the card with Lara’s contact information, then put it in a tray on the table beside the door. When she had spotted Lara the night before, she had been hopeful that the blonde beauty would be the women who could give her the orgasmic release she so desperately needed. Alas, while Lara had come closer than anyone in the recent past, she had still not been enough to get the job done.

Daphne padded back up the stairs to her bedroom and began stripping the bed of its sweat and cum-soaked sheets.

“Fuck,” she said to herself. She could feel the sexual pleasure, the insatiable need, burning just below her skin. She just could not release it. She could get so, so close, she could still experience intense sexual pleasure, but her body short-circuited when it came time to actually reach the orgasmic peak. For most of her life, Daphne had loved sexfighting other women. It was how she had been initiated into sex and it was something that gave her more pleasure than any other kind of erotic contact. Now, she was caught in a situation from which there was no relief. She felt like she was in a strange kind of carnal Hell.

This had started about two years before. She had gone to one of the sex clubs she frequented, looking specifically for a woman to fight and fuck into a coma. She had found an absolutely gorgeous redhead, a green-eyed vixen whose body and appetites rivaled Daphne’s. A few insults, a bit of antagonism, a challenge, and the two women had gone upstairs to a private room. They stripped each other and then fucked. Initially, it had been hard going. Despite giving each other incredible pleasure, it took Daphne almost two hours before she forced her opponent to her first orgasm. After that, they could not stop. They fucked each other raw, going at it for hours, fucking and fucking and fucking, pulling screaming orgasm after orgasm out of each other, riding each other until they passed out in ecstasy. Their fuckfight went well into the next morning. It had been absolutely fantastic, probably the best sex Daphne had ever had. At the end of it, she had proven triumphant. She was the woman who staggered away from their bed, sore and exhausted, but leaving behind the redhead, spread out in surrender, fucked into submission, passed out from more pleasure than her body could handle. Daphne considered it her greatest triumph as a fuckfighter.

Her problems started after that. Her failure to achieve orgasms over the next few weeks bothered her but not too much. Sometimes, that kind of thing just happened. After a month, she realized that something was wrong. She had gone back to the club already, looking for the redhead in the hopes of getting an ecstatic rematch, but she had not been able to find her. No one in the club seemed to know who the woman was. Daphne soon suspected that her sexual problems were related to the redheaded beauty, but she did not know how or why. The idea that the woman had cast some sort of spell on her came to mind, but she pushed it aside. She looked for the woman in earnest, but she found absolutely no clues as to the woman’s identity or location. She could not even remember the name the woman had given to her – they had spent the night calling each other many other names, all of them obscene, but not their real names.

It was Saturday morning when Daphne saw Lara off. In the past, she might have insisted that the blonde woman stay for the whole weekend, but she saw little point in subjecting her body to constant sexual torture. She decided to go into downtown Vancouver and check out some of the art shops and bookstores along the waterfront.

Daphne dressed in a pair of tight-fitting, low-rise jeans, a tank top and a leather jacket, and two-inch heel boots. Her assets were on full display; she was not a woman to hide what she had. Despite the fact she was not looking for sexual company, dressing as though she was had become second nature. She put on some dark shades and drove downtown. Over the course of the afternoon, she visited a number of bookstores and stopped at a coffee shop. Towards 4 PM, she was walking towards Stanley Park, planning to stop by the beach on English Bay, when she happened upon a little shop. The sign in the window read “Mystical Readings and Witchcraft”. The thought that a spell had been cast on her came back into her mind. “It can’t hurt to stop in and have a look around,” she thought. She entered the little shop, her arrival announced by some delicate chimes hanging from the door.

The shop seemed bigger on the inside than outside. Daphne wondered if it occupied space in the surrounding shops, creating a kind of optical illusion. The ceiling was more than two stories high, and a loft in the back hinted at even more space. The large, open room was warmly lit. Leather chairs were nestled in a corner beside ceiling-high bookshelves that displayed every manner of book on magic and related matters. Gorgeous, ornate rugs decorated the floor and set out various reading nooks. Display cases highlighted various mystical artifacts and knick knacks. The shop was surprisingly uncluttered. It did not seem like it had much on sale. A round mahogany table sat at the far end of the room, with two chairs facing each other on either side.

As Daphne took all of this in, a woman appeared in the loft looking over the shop. The woman’s movement caught her eye. Before Daphne could say anything, the woman disappeared, then reappeared a moment later, coming down a set of stairs in the back of the shop.

The woman was absolutely beautiful and spectacularly voluptuous. Daphne immediately felt her loins stir and ache as she watched the beauty descend. The woman was a strawberry blonde, her rich, thick hair flowing free around her shoulders. She was wearing a red halter top that left her sun-kissed shoulders and arms bare. It was held up by her buxom chest. Her big, tan tits jiggled enticingly as she moved, the considerable cleavage she displayed drawing the eye. Her midriff was bare, displaying an impressively muscled abdomen, exposed almost all the way down to her pubes. Her flaring, womanly hips held up a long black skirt, slit on one thigh to allow the flash of a bare leg. She wore a gold chain around her neck but was otherwise unadorned. As Daphne watched this beautiful woman, she was pulled in by the vixen’s erotic appeal. No one dressed like that if she did not intend to show off what she had, Daphne knew, and she approved wholeheartedly.

“Hello,” the blonde woman smiled. “My name is Diana. I think you’ve come here so I can help you.”

Daphne had not expected that. “Pardon me? I was just wandering around window-shopping and I saw your shop…”

“Yes, I know,” Diana replied. “But you would not have been able to see my shop if you had not needed my help.” While Daphne was puzzling over this, Diana crossed over to the table. Daphne was distracted by the swing of the woman’s voluptuous hips and the enticing ripple of her abdomen. Diana sat at the table, facing Daphne, and gestured to the opposite chair. “Please, have a seat.”

Daphne sat and found herself settling into the surprisingly comfortable seat. She locked eyes with the blue-eyed beauty facing her. She felt an enormous sexual attraction that she pushed back. There was no point in being drawn to this gorgeous stranger if she could not act on it.

“What is your name?” the mysterious woman asked.

“I’m Daphne, Daphne Hall.” She hesitated. “You say I would not have been able to see your shop if I did not need help. What kind of help are you talking about?”

Diana smiled gently. “I am a sorceress. I offer magical help to those who are suffering from supernatural maladies.”

Daphne was about to scoff, but then her thought that she might be living under a spell popped up. “Am I affected by a ‘supernatural malady’?” she asked. “I’m not aware that I am.”

“I can see that you are,” the beautiful blonde woman replied. “I can see your aura and it is tainted by some kind of curse. I will need to question and possibly examine you to determine what it is. But, for now, maybe we can just talk and we can see if anything strange has been happening in your life.”

Daphne felt like her mind was blown. She had never placed any stock in ideas of magic and the supernatural. Yet, here she was now, in a shop that seemed too big for its space, talking to a woman who claimed to be a sorceress and who knew that something odd was troubling her life. She decided to put aside her doubts and take the plunge.

“I…I think I know what may be bothering me,” Daphne said carefully. Diana did not say anything but smiled encouragement. Daphne decided not to hold back.

“I am a very sexual woman,” she began. “I enjoy having sex with men and women, as singles or in groups. I especially enjoy… shall we say ‘competitive sex’ against other women.” She paused. “Do you know what sexfighting is?”

“Yes,” the sorceress replied. “I have engaged in it from time to time myself.”

Daphne’s eyes lit up and she nodded. She pushed her erotic thoughts about the sorceress aside. “I enjoy sexfighting a lot. I’m very good at it and I have no problem finding other women who are eager to take me on.”

“About two years ago, I went to a sex club here in the city and I met a redheaded woman. She was absolutely gorgeous, everything I could want in a sex partner. We went for each other right away. We both knew we wanted to take each other on, woman to woman. We did the usual trash-talking, got our blood up, insulted and challenged each other. Then we went to a room in the club and fucked each other’s brains out.” Daphne smiled wistfully. “It was incredible. Absolutely mindblowing. We fucked for the whole night and into the next day. I lost count of how many times I came, how many times we both made each other pass out. In the end, I won. I drained her dry and left her spread out on the bed, completely unconscious. I could barely walk, but it was a great night.”

Daphne looked straight into Diana’s dark blue eyes. “Ever since then, I have not been able to have an orgasm. No matter how hard I try, no matter how close I get, I can’t get over the top. My body responds well, I enjoy the sex, I can get pleasure from whatever I am doing with my partners. But I can’t achieve that final goal.”

“Have you seen a therapist?” Diana asked.

“No, I haven’t. I guess that would be my next step. I went back to the club about a week or so after my first encounter with the redhead. I wanted to find her and get her back into bed. The sex had been so good the first time and I wanted to test myself against her again. I was sure she would be just as happy for a chance for a rematch. But I couldn’t find her. No one knew anything about her. As time went on and I just couldn’t get off, I began to think it had something to do with her, but I could not be sure. It didn’t seem to make sense that she could have done something to me, but the thought kept popping up.”

Diana nodded as Daphne finished. “Ordinarily, it would be wise for you to see a therapist. The most likely explanation for your situation is psychological. This woman and you gave each other such intense pleasure that your subconscious is blocking you from achieving pleasure with others. You would need to find her and have sex again and see if it breaks the logjam. That may still be your problem. But I don’t think so. I can tell you have a curse placed on you, one that is quite powerful. I can tell that it has something to do with suppressing your erotic power. I will need to examine your aura more closely to confirm this, but I believe you are in need of my help.”

“Can you help me?” Daphne asked hopefully.

“I will not say for sure, but I think the chances are good,” Diana replied. “First, I will need you to trust me. Can you do that?”

Daphne hesitated. “I think so. I don’t get a bad sense from you. But I’ve only just met you, so I can’t pretend I know you.”

“Can you give me the same level of trust you give the people with whom you have casual sexual relations?”

Daphne paused. “I suppose so.”

Diana smiled and got to her feet. “Please come with me,” she said. She headed to the stairs and began ascending to the loft. Daphne followed closely, admiring the way the woman’s ass stretched her tight, black skirt, admiring the deep curve of her bare back and the play of the taut muscles that formed the “v” of her back and led down to her perfectly shaped ass. This sorceress was gorgeous. Under any other circumstances, Daphne would be doing all she could to get between the bitch’s legs.

The loft was furnished with comfortable chairs, a large couch and coffee table and book cases, a hot plate and a kettle. A door off to the side of the loft appeared to lead into a kitchen. Another large door in the back of the loft opened directly into a huge, open space that appeared to be a renovated factory that had been turned into an apartment. The entire space was open concept and sparsely furnished. Diana led Daphne right up to the edge of a big bed that rested under one of the industrial-sized windows.
Daphne stood somewhat awkwardly beside the bed. Diana smiled at her. “Please stand here, as still as you can.”

Daphne nodded. Diana put out her hand, palm up, directly in front of Daphne’s considerable chest. The blonde closed her eyes and concentrated. She mouthed words that Daphne could not hear. She began to get the feeling that her skin was tingling, as though it was slowly acquiring an electrical charge. After a moment, Diana scowled, then opened her eyes.

“I’m afraid I will need to conduct a more thorough examination. Are you comfortable with that?”

“What will that ‘examination’ involve?”

“You will have to take off your clothes. I need to examine you naked.”

Daphne smiled. She had a good sense of where this was going and she did not mind. Getting naked with other beautiful women and indulging her sexual appetites was something she enjoyed doing. If this woman was some kind of elaborate charlatan who had come up with some over the top scheme just to get into bed with women like Daphne – well, Daphne was more than happy to indulge the bitch. After all, gorgeous was gorgeous and Diana was not faking how luscious and inviting her body was.

Without a word, Daphne shrugged off her leather jacket and tossed it onto the bed. She crossed her arms under her tank top and pulled it up over her head, feeling her massive, naked tits catch in the cloth before releasing and bouncing deliciously. She reached down and pulled off her boots then thrust her thumbs into the waist of her tight-fitting jeans and wiggled them down her wide hips and muscled thighs. Her naked tits jiggled enticingly as she rocked from side to side. She stepped out of the pants, picked them up and placed them on the bed, beside her other clothing. She was now wearing only a bright red thong. Daphne locked eyes with Diana and gave the blonde an amused smile, one that Diana returned. She slid the thong down her legs, picked it up with one toe, took it in her hand and deposited it on the bed. Daphne stood tall, completely nude and utterly unself-conscious. She was justly proud of her incredible body and more than willing to show it off to another beautiful woman. Daphne placed her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. Her clean-shaven twat glistened, already a bit wet.

“Well? Do you like what you see?” Daphne asked, arching her eyebrow inquisitively.

“Yes,” Diana replied with a gentle smile. “You are a very beautiful woman.” She approached Daphne carefully, her hand up, palm out. About a meter away from the redhead, she paused and closed her eyes, as if sensing something through her outstretched hand. After a moment, she sighed.

“I had hoped to avoid this, but I am afraid there is no alternative.” Diana reached up and slipped her red halter over her big tits and over her head. The simple act left the blonde woman naked from her hips up and Daphne started as she was suddenly confronted by a nude torso every bit as spectacular as her own. Diana’s massive tits were perfect, and jiggled delightfully as they plopped on her chest. The flare of heat in Daph’s clit shook her. Diana reached down to her hip and undid a clasp holding the skirt closed. She pulled her entire black skirt away, leaving her naked except for a black thong. She stepped out of her sandals and, as Daphne watched intently, slipped her thong down to the floor.

Daphne felt her heart pounding, her sex getting hot and wet. Her massive tits heaved as she began to breathe harder, her excitement building. She enjoyed this part of any seduction or sexfight. In this moment, she even dared to hope that if she and this gorgeous sorceress began fucking, the end result might be the orgasmic release she had craved for so long
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Diana smiled reassuringly as she stepped closer to the redhead. Daphne needed no reassurance. Fucking other women was what she loved to do and the prospect of getting between the legs of this spectacular woman filled her with joy. Diana stepped right into Daphne, resting her arms on the redhead’s shoulders and loosely holding her around her neck The women gasped as their equally large, thick tits mated nipple to nipple. Daph placed her hands on Diana’s smooth, wide hips. The women pressed forehead to forehead, nose to nose.

“Are you going to fuck me, Diana?” Daphne whispered, her voice thick with lust. “Is this part of your treatment?”

“Actually, it is,” Diana purred. “The supernatural block on your sex is so powerful that I need to feel it and test it for myself. That means getting between your legs and going at you, clit to clit. I need you to resist cumming as hard as you can. Do you mind?”

Daphne replied by grabbing Diana by the back of her blonde head and pushing the woman’s mouth deep into her own as she locked them together in a ravenous kiss. Their tongues tangled and spit slurped between their thrusting, twisting tongues. Daphne had expected to dominate the kiss but was delightfully surprised to find the blonde sorceress more than holding her own, answering Daphne’s lustful kiss with an intense hunger of her own. Daphne realized that Diana wanted her body just as much as she wanted Diana. The woman had hidden her arousal, her desire, behind a patina of professionalism, but that illusion was falling away as their voluptuous bodies came together.

Both women thrust muscular thighs into the other’s hot pussy. Slick, naked pussy lips sucked to the smooth, solid flesh and the women slid their cunts along the thighs, leaving a trail of juice as their hips thrust up and down. Their hands buried in the other’s thick hair, they kissed ferociously, moaning deep in their throats as the passion and pleasure built. They spun around on the floor, pushing up to the edge of the bed, until Diana pulled Daphne into her and threw their struggling bodies onto the mattress.

Instantly, the women’s legs twined together and they began rolling back and forth, their voluptuous bodies wriggling as they thrashed in each other’s arms, both trying to gain and keep the dominant position. They exchanged pussy punches as they rolled, their powerful hips jerking as they smashed their succulent twats together, both eager to lock clit to clit.

Diana succeeded in pinning Daphne to the bed. She twined their legs and used her considerable strength to pull Daphne’s thighs apart. The brunette put up only token resistance. The weight of Diana’s tits mashing into her own, the sizzling burn of their taut nipples, the delicious heat of belly to belly, had fired Daph’s lust to levels she had not felt in a while. She wanted Diana working her cunt, just as she wanted to be clit to clit with her blonde rival. She tilted her pelvis up and moaned out in joy as the sorceress’ slick, hot fuckmeat clapped down on her wet, juicy twat.

“Oh fuck, yes, yesssss,” Daphne groaned. Pleasure surged through her body, setting her nerves on fire.

Diana panted, her thick, blonde hair wild and flashing around her head, her powerful hips working in a tight circle. She drove her huge, pulsing clit down onto Daphne’s equally endowed sexhorn, grinding mercilessly on the exquisitely sensitive shafts. Every nerve in the women’s clitoral rings set on fire, filling their aching genitals with excruciating, pulsing heat. Their sopping cunts saturated their labia with natural lubrication, making the contact even hotter and slicker. Daphne groaned in ecstasy. She felt like her cunt was being absorbed, melted with pleasure, into Diana’s dominating twat.

On and on the women fucked, their perfect bodies writhing and grinding, their pants, moans and screams of pleasure filling the vast room. Diana refused to surrender her dominant position, but it left her working her luscious body even harder as she pounded and rode Daphne’s succulent cunt. Daphne thrust up, meeting every one of Diana’s attacks. The blonde shifted her position and assumed a sitting position on top of the brunette. Their pussies remained joined, but Diana scooped down with her hips to keep her clit in constant contact with Daphne’s pulsating sex. The women filled their hands with the other woman’s massive tits and squeezed and kneaded mercilessly.

“God, oh god, you bitch, you bitch, fuck me, fuck me, whore!” Daphne chanted, her head thrashing from side to side on the bed, her long hair whipping. Ordinarily, she was an aggressive bitch and she hated being overwhelmed by another woman’s sexual power. The sorceress filled her with wild pleasure and she clung to the hope that this incredible woman might be able to fuck her to orgasm, after so many others had failed. She remembered Diana’s instruction that she needed to resist, however, so she resumed the fuckfight as hard as she could.

“Take it, take it, you cunt, you fucker,” Diana moaned in reply. She ran her hands through her thick, wild hair and arched her back as she drove herself deeper and harder into Daphne’s welcoming twat. Her ass flexed and her hips thrust wildly, her powerful, voluptuous body writhing sinuously as she fucked Daphne with all of her power.

Bucking, grinding, heaving, their massive tits bouncing furiously, the beautiful women fucked mercilessly. One hour turned to two, then three. Still they kept grinding and grinding. They changed positions many times, taking each other from multiple angles, every one reaching new levels of pleasure. Even as the pleasure built, however, Daphne felt herself hitting a limit. She felt the roiling eneriges of her body run into a wall, a thin membrane of resistance that somehow separated her body’s nerves from the erotic sensations wracking her body. Going into the third hour, both women were soaked in sweat and their inner thighs were slick with cunt juice, but neither had yet exploded in orgasmic ecstasy. Daphne could tell that Diana was somehow holding back her climax. The blonde was doubtless trying to get Daphne off first and finding it as challenging as the brunette had feared.

Scissored together, gripping each other’s muscled thighs, Diana and Daphne rubbed clits and ground cunts in a furious fuck. They were soaked, sweat dripping from their bouncing tits, their perfect bodies gleaming with moisture. Their grunts and gasps accompanied every powerful thrust of their womanly hips. Daphne had not been fucked like this in a long time. Even Lara from the previous night had not managed to get her to this level of pleasure. However, she had been at the wall, struggling to get over it, for most of 30 minutes. She felt something eroding, she could feel the first signs in almost two years of the pleasure in her body slowly starting to overpower and break through the erotic resistance that had tortured her for so long.

“God, oh god, I feel it giving, I feel it breaking, oh fuck, oh Diana, oh fuck, you’re doing it baby, you’re doing it!!” Daphne cried out, her hips working feverishly, her clit on fire, her pussy squeezing and sucking at the blonde woman’s powerful cunt. She could feel Diana squeezing back, she could tell the blonde’s clit was quivering, trembling with her own. Their nerves screamed with heat and tension, their tits shuddered with every delicious thrust.

Daphne could tell something was happening, she was feeling things she had not felt in almost two years, she could feel an orgasm beginning to form somewhere deep in her core. Through half-closed eyes, she watched Diana’s massive tits bouncing and jolting and she reached out to squeeze and knead the thick, taut meat.

“Oh god, oh fuck, oh FUCCKKKK!!” Diana suddenly screamed. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, I’M CUMMING, FUCK, I’M CUMMING!!”

“No!” Daphne screamed. “God, NO!!” She could not believe this was happening now, not when she was so close.

Daphne felt Diana’s juiced twat clamp and suck and squeeze her own. She felt the surge of Diana’s cum jetting into her vaginal canal, filling her with a jolt of delicious heat. Her genitals soaked with the blonde’s hot ejaculate and she cried out in despair as Diana fell over onto her back, her body writhing in ecstasy. Gasping, desperate for the possibility of release, Daphne threw herself onto Diana’s undulating body, enjoying the feeling of their swollen tits mashing and grinding, thick meat mated to meat. Their bellies slapped and wriggled sensuously. The women kissed deep and hard, their tongues tying up, spit flowing hot and thick between their locked mouths. Finally, Diana’s delicious orgasms subsided. The women lay together, gorgeous bodies tangled, hearts pounding, tits heaving with each panting breath.

Daphne rolled off of Diana, her inner thighs soaked and sticky with the sorceress’ ejaculate. The beautiful brunette groaned in agony. She could feel an incredible orgasm roiling in her womanly core, just below the surface, on the edge of explosion, but it just could not make it that extra inch. Tears of frustration and sexual agony rolled down her beautiful face. This time, she had thought she would finally get off, this time had felt like a real cure, but even the incredible cunt of the incredible blonde next to her was not enough to do the job.

“Fuck!” Daphne groaned, pounding her fist on the bed. “Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!!” The rage built inside of her like a tidal wave. So close, so fucking close…!

Grunting, Diana rolled off the bed. The naked, cum-drenched, sweat-soaked sorceress padded across the room to a dressing table positioned on the far wall. She opened a drawer and pulled out a small, ornate looking chest, covered in jewels and carved runes. She waved her hand over the chest and muttered an incantation. A slight glow emanated from the box and it opened of its own accord. Diana rummaged around inside and then pulled out a pendant on a necklace. She closed the box, put it back in the drawer and returned to bed with the pendant.

Daphne sat up to watch what Diana was doing. Her body trembled with unreleased sexual tension and her face remained streaked with tears of anger and frustration, but she was still curious to see what the blonde had planned. Diana kneeled on the bed on her haunches beside Daphne and held up the pendant. It was a tear-shaped amber stone, maybe three centimeters long, hanging from a silver chain.

“Put this on,” Diana instructed. Daphne frowned in bafflement but did as she was told. The pendant rested just between the hollow of her throat and the swell of her massive tits on her chest. The moment the amber stone settled on her skin, Daphne felt a surge of pleasure in her loins. It was almost as though she experienced a small orgasm. Her eyes widened in surprise.

“What is this?” Daphne asked. “What does it do?”

Diana settled into a cross-legged position on the bed, a stance that exposed her dripping, bare cunt. Droplets of sweat clung to her engorged nipples. “I will explain to you what has happened to you,” she said smoothly. She patted the bed in front of her. “Sit here.”

Daphne sat in a position mirroring the blonde beauty. Their dripping, equally beautiful twats faced each other, their wobbling breasts aligned. Still acutely feeling the effects of her unresolved lust, it took Daphne a major effort to stop herself from throwing her naked body onto the blonde woman and resuming their ecstatic fuckfight.

“What we just did was a test,” Diana explained, smiling gently. “A very long and sweaty and exhausting test, but still necessary. I needed to see how sexually blocked you were. We came very, very close to having a simultaneous orgasm. However, I let myself go off a bit earlier, to avoid that happening.”

“What?” Daphne started. “You mean you could have gotten me to an orgasm?!”

“Yes, I am certain I could have, at least with a bit of magical help. It was very hard and I am not deceiving you when I say that you are one of the most formidable women I have ever fucked. However, I am almost certain I could have driven you over the edge at the end.”

“Well, why didn’t you?” Daphne yelled angrily. “Do you have any idea how frustrating and agonizing it is to be so close to an orgasm and yet never be able to achieve it?”

Diana held up her hand. “I understand your anger, but let me explain. You will understand why I did what I did when I explain what has happened to you.”

Daphne subsided, her curiosity overcoming her rage. This woman professed to know the cause of her ailment. Maybe she had a solution.

“You are cursed with something called ‘the succubus’ kiss.’ It is a curse that bestows upon a mortal woman the curse of the succubus. Succubi are female sexual demons. They are basically sexual vampires. Their entire purpose is to have sex with men and women and feed off of the erotic energies released during their encounters. They can easily drain a person to death, just like an ordinary vampire can drain someone of blood.”

Daphne nodded. She knew something about the legend of the succubus.

“The curse of the succubus is that these demons are unable to experience sexual fulfillment. Despite spending all their nights bringing erotic pleasure to mortals and feeding off those energies, they cannot achieve orgasms themselves. This is their punishment, but also a source of power. It leaves them in a state of perpetual horniness and sexual frustration, even as it ensures that they continue to have a certain level of erotic energy. It is a particularly hellish kind of situation.”

“That is what has happened to me,” Daphne noted. “Do you mean that redhead I fought was a succubus?”

“No, I don’t think so. While it is very rare for a succubus to have an orgasm, it is not impossible. Particularly sexually gifted and powerful women – and only women -have been known to bring a succubus to satisfaction. Almost always, those women are witches.”

“In your case, I think that you encountered a witch who was carrying the ‘succubus’ kiss’. This is a curse that places the succubus’ condition, its punishment, on a human woman. The woman experiences endless sexual frustration. However, the curse can be passed on. If the woman bearing the curse can encounter another woman who can force her to orgasm despite the curse, then the curse leaves its bearer and moves on to the other woman.”

Daphne felt stunned. She and the redhead had fucked relentlessly for hours. It had taken her more than two hours before she forced the first orgasm out of the woman. After that, they had gotten each other off regularly, until she had finally managed to drain the bitch and leave her in a sodden puddle on the bed.

“So, the redhead infected me?”

“I think so. That is why I let myself go before we could share a climax. I did not want your curse to pass on to me. But everything I sensed as we worked our clits against each other leads me to believe this is what happened to you.”

“But after that woman and I had our first climax together, we had lots more. When did the curse pass to me?”

“Probably after the first orgasm, it released its hold on the redheaded woman and passed on to you at some point later. The curse is not intelligent, but it follows the conditions it needs and it does take a bit of time to establish itself in its victim.”

Daphne nodded her head. This all kind of made sense. “Do you think that redheaded witch set out to infect me?”

“I suspect she did not target you, except in a general sense, but she was probably hoping to find the one in a million woman whose sexual prowess and power was great enough to overwhelm the curse long enough to pass it on. She must have been overjoyed when you made her cum, but she was probably also very surprised.”

“Is there a cure? Can you do something for me?” Daphne felt some hope for the first time in ages. The first step to dealing with any problem was to identify it and she felt she had made real progress in understanding her situation.

“The only way for you to really get rid of the curse is to pass it on to someone else.”

Daphne looked down dejectedly. She really did not want to harm anyone else. On the other hand, she could think of some real bitches whom she had sexfought in the past. Giving them the curse would not bother her at all. Unfortunately, all of them were women she had humbled in bed. It was unlikely any of them could beat her in her present situation.

“Well, that’s not much of a solution,” the brunette sighed. She looked up. “You’re suggesting you could have gotten me off, despite this curse. Are you willing to do that and take on the curse yourself? You’re a sorceress. Would you be able to handle it better than me?”

Diana frowned. “I may be a sorceress but that does not mean I want to be infected with a magical sickness.”

“Sorry,” Daphne muttered, realizing how selfish and ridiculous she sounded.

Diana lightened. “I do think I may have a solution, however.”

Daphne looked up, hope suddenly filling her heart. She could barely contain her excitement. “Really?!”

“Yes, but it is risky.”

“Anything!” the brunette chirped, refusing to give up her one chance at sexual satisfaction.

“The one being who would not be harmed if you infected it with this curse is a succubus. The succubus already has this affliction. In fact, some of what I remember about this curse suggests that infected witches in the past have done exactly this and the curse has been neutralized once it passes on.”

“The risk here is that we would need to summon a succubus to have sex with you. A succubus is inherently dangerous. Once it succeeded in getting you off, it would still want to take as much of your sexual energy as possible. Also, I think you may be one of the few women capable of overcoming a succubus’ natural punishment and actually getting it off. That would not stop the succubus from going after you, but it might make it even more ravenous for your energies. However, a succubus is also one of the few beings that could almost certainly outlast you in bed and bring you to orgasm, precisely because it has the same condition you do.”

Diana frowned. “However, there is a bit of a catch. This curse has something like a survival instinct. It realizes the threat posed to it by a succubus. It means that it makes cumming when having sex with a succubus even more difficult than with a mortal human. For example, it would be much harder to cum with the succubus than with me.”

Daphne sat back on her hands, her mind swirling with the possibilities. Could she take on a sexual vampire and win? Or, more accurately, lose to it and pass on her affliction? Did she want to risk having the demon suck her dry? Could she survive being fucked hard enough and long enough to reach orgasm with the succubus?

Daphne looked at Diana, her eyes blazing. “Let’s do it,” she said.

The sorceress smiled and nodded. She reached out and tapped the amber crystal hanging at Daphne’s throat. “This is what we will do,” she began.

Part II

Daphne paced the living room of her elegant home, her bare feet slapping gently on the hardwood floor. She marched back and forth in front of the fireplace, her levels of anxiety rising with every moment.

“This isn’t going to do,” she thought to herself. Being hesitant now, lacking confidence in her own sexual prowess, was the surest way to lose the battle that she was anticipating so nervously. She was wearing only a gossamer thin robe and nothing else. She sat down, cross-legged, on the rug in front of the blazing fire. She concentrated on breathing deeply, calming her heart, steadying her nerves. Slowly, gently, her nervousness faded and was replaced by a sense of calm. The anticipation burned brightly in the back of her mind, but now she found it more exciting and enticing than fearsome. Inside her mind, she thanked Diana for having taught her these techniques.

She concentrated on her body, on bringing her deep sexual power to the forefront. She knew that for her plan to work, she had to be more aroused and sexually enflamed than at any time in her life. Only then could her body possibly overcome the power of the curse and work with the strength of the demon to bring her to orgasmic ecstasy. Once that happened, the curse would be broken.
Daphne concentrated on her cunt, willing her fiery clit to harden and throb with arousal. She felt wet in her pussy, she felt a familiar and delicious aching tension. She focused on her massive breasts. She felt her nipples harden, her pebbled areola grow rigid, the dense meat of her tits thicken and pulse with heat.

When she felt ready, Daph got to her feet, and glanced out the massive windows of the mansion’s great room. It was almost midnight. Outside, the wind howled. She could see the lights of the Vancouver skyline glittering in the rain-streaked windows. She walked to the back of her house and took the stairs into the basement. It was completely developed and well-appointed and it was also the most private place in the house. She entered the game room. A pool table, shuffleboard and other games and electronic instruments were pushed to the walls, leaving the center of the room bare. Two ornate pentagrams were chalked onto the wooden floor. One was a pentagram of containment, the other of protection. A black candle sat at the tip of each point of the star in both pentagrams. Daphne had drawn the symbols herself, carefully following the instructions laid out by Diana. It was important that the woman summoning the demon be the one to make the pentagrams, the sorceress had told her.

Daphne had prepared for this night for two months. She had studied what she needed to know with her sorceress mentor, she had been versed in the necessary arcane rites. Even so, she was the one who needed to summon the succubus and she would be the one who would battle the demon in a sexual contest that would determine her fate.

Just before midnight, Daphne lit all the candles and then turned out all the lights in the basement. She used her phone to turn off all the lights in the house. She left on the flame burning in the gas-powered fireplace. She stripped off her gossamer robe, threw it onto the nearby pool table, and walked into the center of the protective pentagram, being careful not to scuff any of the chalk lines with her feet. At exactly midnight, her phone beeped. She shut off the alarm and began the ritual. She began reading an incantation she had saved on her phone, an ancient summoning spell she had practiced over and over under Diana’s tutelage.

As Daphne chanted, the storm outside began to scream and howl even louder, shaking the house and rattling the ultra-modern windows. As she went on, the fire on the tips of the candles suddenly shot upward. Flame hit the ceiling and spread like water, searing its way across the ceiling tiles. Daphne ignored this and continued the chant. Diana had told her something like that would happen but had assured her that the power of the pentagram would protect the house too, no matter how it seemed. Sure enough, despite the roar of fire on the ceiling, nothing actually seemed to be burning, but the whole basement room lit up in a hellish glow.

Daphne came to the end of the incantation. She sat down, cross-legged, in the center of the protective pentagram, her phone by her side, and watched the fire rage. The streaming candle flames began to swirl in circles, roaring around the perimeter of both pentagrams, obscuring what was happening inside the demarcated spaces. The candle flames in the protective pentagram suddenly became a dark red, almost black. They swirled and raged and then, abruptly, everything came to a sudden stop. The candle flames returned to their normal size and color, casting the room in an eerie glow. The storm outside abated from the height of its fury. The rain continued to patter down, but more gently.

In the center of the summoning pentagram, a naked woman was kneeling on her haunches, her body curved over her legs, her arms wrapped around her knees. Slowly, she raised her head. Daphne stared into the intense green eyes of a deliciously beautiful woman. In the candlelight, she could not be sure of the woman’s hair color, but it seemed to be some shade of auburn. The thick, lustrous mane framed her gorgeous face. The woman locked eyes with Daphne and smiled. It was a lascivious smile that sent a chill down the brunette’s spine but, strangely, she did not feel threatened. She felt titillated, she felt intensely aroused. A hot spike of electricity trickled through her clit and set her nipples on fire. She smiled back, sexual hunger lighting her beautiful features. The succubus grinned even wider, seeing its hunger reflected back.

The auburn-haired beauty unfolded her body and gracefully stood up to her full height. Daphne ogled the incredible body of the succubus. The woman’s hips were wide and inviting, her pussy was completely bare, her legs were long, muscular and shapely, her torso was beautifully defined, her navel deep and perfect. Her tits were spectacular, every bit the equal of Daphne’s incredible rack, thick and high, topped by dark brown nipples. Daphne knew that her own incredible body rivaled that of the woman before her, but the difference between them was felt more than seen. It was the difference between a supernatural power and a mortal being.

The succubus placed her hands on her hips and smiled charmingly at Daphne. “Hello, mistress,” the demon purred. Her voice was deep and husky, perfectly seductive. Chills ran through Daphne again. The heat inside her cunt seemed to explode with the sound of the succubus’ voice.

“You have summoned me here. How may I serve you?” The demon made no move to try to leave the pentagram.

“What is your name?” Daphne asked.

“I am Amunet,” the beautiful succubus replied.

Daphne held the amber pendant tight and murmured an incantation. She finished with “Amunet.” She felt a glow of power, a slight release of energy from the pendant, and then it was still.

Daphne rose to her full height. Screwing up her courage, she stepped out of the protective pentagram. She walked up to the summoning pentagram and regarded the deliciously voluptuous succubus sharply. The demon gazed back, her beautiful eyes on fire. Then, carefully and deliberately, Daphne used her bare toe to scuff the lines of the pentagram, breaking its holding spell.

In an instant, Amunet crossed the pentagram to stand directly in front of Daphne. The women were the same height and their perfect bodies aligned perfectly. Daphne gasped as she felt the tips of her nipples suddenly in full contact with the tips of the demon’s burning nips. Both pairs of nipples stiffened instantly under the contact and Daphne groaned as she felt her nipple holes suck to those on the demon’s tits. Amunet’s green eyes fixed on Daphne’s pendant for an instant. Then the demon seemed to dismiss the protective charm. Her arms looped around Daphne’s bare back and she pulled the naked brunette into her naked body. Their nude forms slapped together, the women moaned as they felt their big, firm tits crushing tight, their smooth, muscled bellies clapping, their thick thighs caressing.

Amunet smiled greedily and grabbed the back of Daphne’s head, grasping a fistful of thick brown hair. She pushed Daphne into a kiss. Daphne’s whole body was on fire in a way she had not felt in her life. She parted her lips and moaned in pleasure as the demon’s strong tongue penetrated and scoured her inner mouth, probing her all the way back to her tonsils. Daphne pushed against Amunet’s tongue with her own, the slick pink muscles jousting excitedly, then she slipped her tongue into Amunet’s hot mouth and explored it vigorously, until their tongues twined and the spit flowing between their mouths began to overflow, trickling down to their quivering, shared cleavage. The two unbelievably horny women kissed passionately, ravenously, each trying to devour the other. Their tongues worked tirelessly inside their locked mouths, slick pink tools thrusting and rolling, and they sucked spit back and forth. A flow of drool spilled from their mouths to their mashed chests.

Daphne was lost in the pleasure and sensuality of the furious kiss. She kissed back as hard as she could, her hands roamed over the demon’s incredible body, feeling and caressing the woman’s silken flesh, gripping and exploring the demon’s exquisite nooks and crannies, the taut muscle and luscious curves. At the same time, she felt Amunet’s hands roaming her body, tracing her ass crack, sliding up her back, squeezing at her rounded buttocks, an eager finger slipping to probe her tight asshole. Amunet’s hand twisted harder into Daphne’s thick hair, pushing her face more tightly into the demon’s face, keeping their kiss sealed.

Daphne could feel the hunger and she knew the demon wanted to fuck her right then and there. Part of her was more than happy to give in and allow this, but she knew that this was not part of the plan. She needed certain assurances from the demon before they could proceed to satisfy their mutual lust.

It was incredibly hard to resist. Somehow, Daphne found herself flat on her back on the basement floor, the succubus’s finger inside of her wet cunt, probing and stroking her swollen clit. Daphne’s own fingers had found their way into Amunet’s tight asshole and both women were rolling their chests against each other, massaging each other massive tit to massive tit, their burning nipples the fixed point around which their dense titmeat revolved. They were already trembling with the deliciousness of the erotic feelings building inside.

Daphne pulled on Amunet’s hair sharply, yanking the demon’s head back far enough that she could break their deep, sucking kiss. With a spray of spit and a heavy gasp, she whipped her head to the side, presenting her cheek to the demon’s hungry mouth.

“Amunet, stop!” Daphne gasped.

Abruptly, the succubus stopped its sensual assault on Daphne’s luscious body. Her green eyes flashed with disappointment, but she sat back on her haunches, releasing Daphne from her seductive grip. Daphne backed up a bit, her legs spread, her dripping cunt burning with sexual heat, her swollen clit twitching with tension at the crest of her open twat.

Panting, the two beautiful women regarded each other. Daphne admired the demon’s physical perfection and the incredible pleasure promised by its luscious body. If all went according to her plan, this night would finally end with her having the most powerful orgasm of her life. Maybe several, if things went really well. Looking at Amunet, she could believe this succubus could be the vehicle of such unbearable pleasure.

Amunet admired her summoner’s equally gorgeous body. She did not often meet mortal women whose bodies equaled her own in every visible way and she sensed the enormous sexual power emanating from this beautiful bitch. As a succubus, Amunet fed off of sexual energy, and she sensed that this woman would give her a feast. In the back of her mind, she regretted, for the millionth time, being a sexual vampire. Even a beauty like this one would be unable to satisfy the terrible, raging lust that burned in her core. It had been hundreds of years since Amunet had last had an orgasm, and that had been in sexual combat with another succubus. She did not expect this beautiful witch (as she assumed Daphne was) to break that curse. However, she did expect the witch to give her a much more substantial meal than her usual victims and she was sure she would enjoy exploring and ravaging the delicious body facing her.

Daphne got to her feet and gestured for Amunet to stand. The demon stood up and waited patiently for more orders.

“Before we go any further, there are certain things I want you to understand. Alright?”

“Yes,” Amunet answered placidly.

“Come with me,” Daphne said. She reached out and took the demon by the hand. Just touching the succubus sent shivers of pure erotic delight rippling through Daphne’s voluptuous body and she realized that she could not wait to begin fucking this beautiful woman in earnest. She was excited and aroused beyond all measure. The women intertwined their fingers and pressed their bare palms together. This sensual act sent a shiver through both beauties. Their eyes locked and they shared hungry smiles.

Daphne led Amunet away from the light of the candles and into the darkness of the basement. She realized the oddity of leading a demon through the dark. She glanced back to see the demon’s green eyes glowing at her. Even this fed her erotic hunger. She found herself getting hornier and hornier the longer she was in contact with the succubus.

The nude women walked through the dark house, Daphne leading through the basement by memory. Their bare feet slapped gently on the tiles of the basement floor, then the treads of the wooden stairs going up. A little light flowed in from the big windows on the upper level. The storm had eased somewhat and a crescent moon lit the sky. Daphne led Amunet towards the orange glow of the gas fireplace, blazing in the mansion’s great room.

The naked women stopped on the rug before the fireplace. Daphne faced Amunet. She could not resist reaching out and grasping the woman’s thick, succulent tits and weighing, then squeezing the heavy, perfect glands. Amunet immediately reciprocated. The two horny women smiled at each other evilly as they groped and massaged the other’s massive tits, as they squeezed and manipulated the dense flesh. With every second, Daphne felt the heat and tension in her cunt growing more and more unbearable.

She began to wonder if she could have a nipple orgasm with the succubus, if Amunet might be able to make her orgasm from her twat just through stroking and kneading her tits. In the back of her mind, she knew better. She had been in this place before -her body aroused beyond all sanity, seemingly on the verge of an exquisite, mind-shattering orgasm, only to find itself unable to attain that final goal. Daphne tried to keep her hopes down, so that any failure would not shatter her resolve beyond repair.

Amunet lowered her head to Daphne’s big tits and began to lick and then suck the brunette’s engorged nipples. She fastened her mouth around the thick right nip, took it all in, and sucked hard. She bit the dense titmeat, then continued to suck and worry the delicious flesh. Daphne cried out, then moaned in bliss. She pushed Amunet’s head even more deeply into her aching tits, even as she felt the demon’s hand sliding down her muscled belly, teasing her navel, before Amunet’s fingers slid urgently over her wet, slick cunt lips. “Oh, fuck, yessss…” Daphne groaned.

“Mmmmmmmmnnnn,” Amunet smiled, enjoying the taste, the sensual delight, of Daphne’s delicious body. The succubus contemplated the many, many ways in which she would ravage this gorgeous witch. She intended to leave this beautiful woman a dried up husk by the time she left, but she could already sense that Daphne’s incredible body might afford her days, maybe weeks, of exquisite sexual nourishment. Amunet touched briefly on the remote chance that this gorgeous vixen might be the woman whose cunt and clit could match her own, whose powerful sex might be enough to quench, however temporarily, Amunet’s raging sexual fire. The prospect of experiencing an orgasm, a true release of sexual tension, a true attainment of pure sexual ecstasy, filled her with a flare of stunning desire. Amunet pushed this thought aside. She had been disappointed many, many times over the ages and she would not allow herself false hope.

Amunet’s finger played with Daphne’s swollen, throbbing clit. She sucked harder at the woman’s juicy tit, timing her sucks to accompany the stroking of the woman’s engorged sexhorn, playing with the bitch’s body in ways that would drive any woman mad with need. Daphne moaned, a sound of pure lust, and Amunet smiled to herself. The witch knew Amunet’s name, she had summoned the succubus with her power. In principle, Amunet was bound to Daphne and obligated to follow her orders. But Amunet knew that anyone could be seduced into a sexual fever, a raging furnace of lust so intense that they could forget where they were, forget to protect themselves. The succubus intended to do this to the woman she was currently finger-fucking and tit-sucking. She hated being controlled and she had no sympathy for the mortals who thought they could use her as a plaything.

Daphne could barely think straight. The fire in her loins was raging, flowing up to encompass her whole body. Her tits felt twice, three times their normal size, and were rigid with arousal. The demon’s tongue and teeth were doing things to her nipples that she had not thought possible, the demon’s fingers in her cunt were stroking and caressing her clit in ways that set every nerve in her body on fire. Daphne felt a surge of pure lust. She forced herself to act. She raised one of Amunet’s massive tits, lowered her head, and began to bite and suck at the delicious titmeat. At the same time, she slid her hand down to cup and squeeze the demon’s furnace-hot cunt, then started to caress and penetrate the tight fuckhole with two, then three fingers.

Groaning in mutual desire, the women fell to their knees on the rug, then twined themselves into an erotic knot, wrapping their luscious bodies together as they mutually sucked the other’s tit and finger-fucked vigorously. The gentle hiss of the gas from the fireplace was joined by the wet sound of fingers working like pistons inside of succulent twats and the sucking of lips fixed to massive, throbbing tits. Amunet and Daph moaned in concert, both enjoying immensely what they were doing to each other. As a succubus, Amunet’s body, especially her erogenous zones, were supremely sensitive. It was part of the curse of a succubus, to be capable of being so enormously stimulated and pleasured, yet still only rarely able to achieve sexual satisfaction. She was amazed and gratified that the brunette witch had proven, so far, to be such a sexual powerhouse. The demon did not fight the erotic stimulation. She knew that she would not orgasm and that she would outlast the woman currently giving her such pleasure, so she simply decided to enjoy it.

Daphne was trembling with pleasure, deep into her enjoyment of the demon’s ministrations. Her goal was to cum and she was already amazed at how much pleasure the succubus had given to her -and they had barely started! In the back of her mind, a nagging voice told her that this was too soon, that she needed to work out an arrangement with the demon that would work to their mutual benefit and guarantee her safety, but she was too lost in sensual delight to think straight.

The women chewed and sucked hungrily at the other’s juicy, taut breast, feasting on the other’s body, sucking so hard that they both hoped they could milk the other. Their lips popped off of the other woman’s tit at the same time. Strings of spit ran from the engorged nipples to the women’s red-lipped mouths. Their eyes caught and both women had the same idea at the same time. Their bodies were already wrapped in a fleshy knot. They unwound the knot, an act that left both women’s faces lining up with the other’s wet, burning cunt. Their fuckmeat was already wet and hot from the constant probing and stroking. Daphne and Amunet locked immediately into a delicious 69. Daph drove her face deep into the demon’s delicious cunt. She rubbed her beautiful face around and around in the succulent fuckmeat, pushing her nose into Amunet’s twat, inhaling deeply, loving the smell and the heat of the demon woman’s pudenda. She fixed her mouth over the demon’s genitals and sucked and licked, feasting on Amunet’s sex, drinking and sucking back all the juices she could find, her tongue caressing and teasing the woman’s distended, pulsing clit. Her fingers slid into the succubus’ cunt and probed her tight asshole, stroking and thrusting.

As Daph devoured Amunet, the succubus shivered with pleasure and anticipation as she feasted on Daphne’s delectable twat. She loved eating women’s pussies, she loved consuming the sex of beautiful women, and Daphne’s was the most delicious cunt she had had the pleasure of eating in a very long time. Amunet turned her cunteating skills, honed over millennia, to eating Daphne to the point of pure ecstasy. She licked and sucked, she locked her gentle lips around the brunette’s throbbing, pulsing clit and sucked it to the point of delirium, then nibbled the excruciatingly sensitive bud with her sharp teeth. She explored Daph’s inner vaginal walls with her expert fingers and sensitive tongue. Amunet penetrated Daph’s asshole with three, then five fingers and fisted the exquisitely tight orifice until Daphne was bouncing and thrashing on her wrist like a newly caught fish. Her other fist worked its way deep into Daph’s sucking, rippling cunt, reaming her out like she had never been violated before.

Everything that Amunet did to Daphne, Daph did back to the succubus. She took her cues from the true expert, following the woman’s lead, pouring all her erotic talent and power into driving the succubus crazy with pleasure and need. The women wrapped their muscular thighs around the other’s head, locked each other in place, and rolled back and forth on the rug, exchanging the top position until they settled on their sides and consumed each other from a position of equality. The great room filled with the sounds of their moans, screams and cries of pure pleasure. Their howls and groans combined and harmonized, forming a symphony of pure erotic ecstasy. The 69 contest went on and on, the women’s juiced-up twats leaking like fountains, their writhing bodies shining with sweat.

The pleasure built and built inside the thrashing women, yet refused to be released. At some point, Amunet momentarily broke out of the erotic haze of sexual warfare and realized that something was very wrong. Despite the incredible pleasure she had given to the witch, the brunette bitch still had not cum. Amunet had never encountered anything like this before. Ordinarily, even the most experienced, hardened sorceress would have cum several times by now under the succubus’ skilled tongue and fingers. While it was clear that Daphne was enjoying herself enormously and that her body was on the verge of orgasmic explosions from the way it was trembling in its deepest muscles, the woman still had not given into an orgasm. Amunet realized, with a start, that her own limits were coming close. Ordinarily, this meant that the pleasure she could get from any sexual encounter would peak well before orgasm. Even so, it was unusual for a mortal woman to get her so close to her limits so soon into a fuckfight. The tiny whisper of hope that she had quashed earlier came back, just for a moment.

Daphne had a similar experience to Amunet. After two years of dealing with the curse, she knew the signs that her body was approaching its maximum level of allowed pleasure. She was shuddering and shaking, quaking with the exquisite intensity of the pleasure that Amunet had given to her body. She knew that she was still nowhere close to breaking the curse but she began to feel that the succubus could well have the power to overwhelm her sexual affliction. The realization helped clear her mind and she remembered the plan she had worked out with Diana.

At this point, Daph had resumed the top position in their 69 and was deep, deep inside of Amunet’s delicious cunt, feasting on the fuck pie like a starving predator. It was difficult, but she suddenly broke off. She pushed herself away from Amunet and rolled across the rug.

Amunet was stunned by the sudden disengagement. Her face was soaked with Daph’s juices and she had been drinking the woman’s cunt secretions, her tongue working on the brunette’s g spot, when Daphne suddenly rolled away. Amunet took a moment to realize what had happened. No one had ever pulled away from her before when they were engaged in full-on cunnilingus and she was momentarily too disoriented to make sense of it. When she understood what had happened, she sat up, located Daphne on the far side of the rug, and prepared to throw herself onto the brunette’s luscious body to resume their mutual fucking.

“Stop, stop,” Daphne gasped, holding up her hand. Her entire body was shaking with sexual arousal and she felt feverish with pure lust. Breaking off from Amunet had been the most difficult thing she had ever done in her life. Amunet paused, astounded even more by Daph’s plea and the fact that the witch was somehow resisting her own raging sexual desire. “We need to talk,” Daphne gasped.

“What could you have to say that we cannot say with our bodies, with our juicy pussies, little one?” the succubus asked, her husky voice deep with pure lust. She had no interest in talking to this witch. She wanted only to fuck the bitch dry and then devour every iota of her astounding sexual power.

“I have a proposition for you,” Daphne panted. “One that can give you your freedom.”

Amunet paused. Despite the sexual fever raging in every inch of her voluptuous body, despite the unbearable hunger that demanded satiation, this was a proposal that she had to hear. She forced herself to sit back on the rug, her knees akimbo, her pussy dripping onto the carpet. Her massive tits dripped with sweat and nipple pre-cum as well, a testament to her inhuman arousal.

Daphne was soaked with sweat too. She could barely think. She had never been so incredibly aroused in her life and she felt her mind slipping into an animalistic mode, a way of being that was driven by nothing but intense carnal appetite. Diana had warned her of this. Succubi were truly masters of sexuality, and unbelievable fucks. They could make their partners so delirious with desire that they did not even know they were being drained of their life force. Daphne realized she had only been saved so far by the fact that the curse she bore was keeping her from reaching satisfaction. The irony was not lost on her.

“I am waiting, little girl,” Amunet whispered. Her green eyes were burning with lust, but her attitude had shifted from that of deferential servant to ravenous sexual predator. Daphne could tell she was now in the room alone with a powerful and dangerous monster. She decided to get right to the point.

“I am cursed with something called ‘the succubus’ kiss’. Have you heard of this?”

Amunet smiled. “Ah. So that explains it. I was wondering why you did not cum. By now, even the most powerful witch would have ejaculated in my face at least five times, but you have managed to avoid cumming even once. Now it makes sense.” Her beautiful face shifted. “Are you trying to pass this curse on to me?”

“No,” Daphne replied. “My understanding is that the curse cannot be passed onto a succubus, but that is not what I am trying to do. I am trying to eject it from my body and then seal it away in this pendant.” She touched the amber stone around her neck. “This stone is a charm that helps reduce the power of the curse, but the curse has proven to be much more powerful than we realized. Even so, if I can get the mystical energy to leave my body, even for a brief time, this charm is ensorcelled to attract and contain the energy.” She paused, then continued. “I’ve made it so the pendant can’t affect you. It’s only for the curse.”

The demon nodded. “I sensed the pendant was not directed at me. That was unusual. Normally, witches who do what you have done try to enhance their control of me with charms and other protections. You had not.” Amunet shifted and got to her knees. “I am still waiting to hear how your situation leads to my freedom.”

Daphne gasped as a sudden spike of intense desire rippled through her body. She realized, even at a subconscious level, just being in the same room with the succubus was filling her with unbearable lust. Amunet smiled, but from the way her eyes glowed, Daphne could tell that the succubus was fighting her own desire to push Daphne flat on her back and fuck her cunt raw.

“I am willing to grant you your freedom if you agree to help me with my situation. It is that simple. If you fuck me to the point that I cum, then the curse will be broken. It will leave my body and I will be able to contain it.”

“I thought it was something like that. How obvious.” Amunet smiled grimly. “However, I do not like doing things under duress. I hate being a slave and I hate being made to do things because I have no choice. If you are so determined to ask for my help, why do you not free me now and let me make my own decision?”

Daphne looked deep into the eyes of the demon before her. The answer to the question was clear. If she had no control over the demon after it freed her from the curse, then it could just leave or, even worse, easily consume her. She planned to set Amunet free after the demon helped her but do so with conditions that could guarantee her own safety – a kind of qualified freedom, something the demon would not accept if it had a choice. Trusting a demon was never a good idea. But she needed to make a gesture to the voluptuous predator.

“I am prepared to free you right now, no strings attached,” Daphne said, after a moment. “I know that you could turn on me and I know that you could just leave if I do that. Before you do, I want you to consider this: even without this curse, I am a very sexually powerful woman. As you probably know, the curse is made even more resistant by your presence. Getting this thing out of me is going to require that you and I fuck each other harder and longer than anything either of us have ever done. I can keep going all night, all day, as long as I have to. I can’t guarantee it, but I think there is a very good chance that I can make you cum just as hard and long as you can make me cum.”

Amunet shuddered. She knew it was far more likely that she would have the bitch screaming her lungs out in orgasmic bliss long before the witch could do the same to her, but if the woman was actually trying to keep from cumming, trying to keep the fuck going for as long and hard as she could, it opened up new possibilities. The whisper of hope that had sprung forth in her mind earlier in the evening now became a clear, strong voice. For the first time in centuries, the prospect of achieving orgasm seemed like a real possibility.

The demon looked at Daphne with a ravenous hunger that surpassed anything she had so far displayed that evening. Daphne gulped in fear, but another part of her thrilled to the core. Amunet would say yes. She could tell. Then, they would fuck. They would fuck each other raw, they would fuck each other senseless, they would fuck at a level of intensity that no mortal could comprehend. She anticipated toe-curling pleasure that would render her insensate.

“If I accept this, you understand that you will need to resist your own climax? You will need to help the process.”

“Yes,” Daphne replied. “Unless, of course, I make you cum before you make me cum.” She smiled cheekily.

The demon smiled back, a predatory grin. “That is possible, but I doubt it. Even so, I accept your terms. Free me now and I will assist you, with the prospect of you getting me to cum as the reward.”

“One other thing,” Daphne said. “I know that you can still turn around and devour me after this, even if I get you to cum. I want you to remember this: if I make you cum once, I can probably do it again. And after the curse is gone, it will be easier to achieve mutual orgasms.”

Amunet grinned. “I admire your confidence, little girl, but I do not share it. Why don’t we see how well you hold up this evening before you start assigning yourself sexual powers that you do not have?”

Daphne felt a little insulted, but she understood the demon’s point. Her gambit was simple: if Amunet believed she could find satisfaction between Daphne’s legs in the future, she would have no reason to harm her and every reason to keep her alive. Even more, the idea of having a succubus as a lover filled the brunette beauty with an overpowering carnal hunger. Already, the sexual pleasure she had received from this beautiful bitch had surpassed anything she had felt before. She could imagine what it would be like to have such pleasure available to her on a regular basis.

Daphne shook her head, trying to get these feverish thoughts and lusts out of her mind. She needed to think clearly.

“One other thing,” Amunet said. “I want you to take off that pendant.”

Daphne was puzzled. “Why?”

“Because it reduces the power of the curse. I want this curse at its full power when we fuck. It will ensure that you can give me all that you are capable of giving.”

Daphne considered. It was a risk. The plan called for her to contain the curse in the pendant. It would be much easier to do so if it were on her body when the mystical energy left her. However, she could put it somewhere within easy reach. So long as she remembered what to do when the time came, it should work out.

Daphne reached up and unhooked the silver chain. She placed the amber pendant on the edge of the rug. As long as they did not strike it and send it skittering across the floor during the sexual fever fuck to come, it should be easily attainable when she needed it.

Amunet smiled and nodded. She waited, looking at Daphne expectantly.

Daphne took a deep breath. “I, Daphne Hall, release you, Amunet, from my service and from your bondage. You are now free to do as you will.”

The wind outside the mansion suddenly rose to a shrill shriek. The gust of wind shook the entire house and rattled the windows furiously. A flash of lightning lit the night sky. Within the great room, the fire in the fireplace flared into an inferno, momentarily spilling over the mantle and almost reaching halfway to the vaulted ceiling before receding. The shadows in the room seemed to get deeper and darker. Amunet’s glowing green eyes expanded, the pupils filling the whites of the eyes for a moment, then subsiding. The succubus shuddered, her voluptuous body trembling with a sudden release.

Amunet looked at Daphne. The raw, pure sexual hunger in her gaze sent another powerful shiver rolling through the brunette’s luscious body, but it filled her with overpowering lust and desire, not fear. She knew that she and Amunet were going to fuck each other. They were going to fuck each other and give each other pleasure beyond human comprehension. In that moment, Daphne did not care if Amunet killed her, so long as she died cumming into the beautiful succubus’ incredible body, locked cunt to cunt and clit to clit and tit to tit. All that mattered was merging bodies and flesh with this beautiful bitch and sharing pure ecstasy.

Amunet sat on her perfect ass and spread her legs wide. Her unbelievably beautiful cunt filled Daphne’s vision. The cunt lips dripped with lubrication, a dollop of cunt juice trickled to the rug, leaving a growing wet spot. The woman’s thumb-sized clit crested her glorious twat, twitching and pulsing with tension. Her pink labia glistened, wet and hot and irresistibly inviting. Amunet flexed her pussy, opening and closing her fuckhole, showing Daphne what she could do with her powerful, ravenous genitals.

Daphne tore her eyes away from Amunet’s fuckmeat with an act of incredible willpower. Her eyes roamed up the woman’s body, past the smooth belly to the massive, succulent tits, the throbbing, engorged nipples, to the demon’s glowing green eyes. Daphne realized that she had been sitting in a position mirroring the succubus, with her legs spread wide. Even as she had devoured Amunet with her eyes, so the demon had consumed Daphne’s lush perfection. Now their eyes locked, green to blue, and the women smiled at each other. The pure hunger and unbelievable lust they saw there made them both gasp with need. Their bodies were on fire, their genitals were sizzling with lust, their tits were burning and throbbing with heat.

“Come here, little girl,” Amunet whispered. “Come here and let’s fuck.”

“Oh god, oh fucking god, yes, yes, yes!!” Daphne whispered. Trembling, her entire body quivering with desire, she pushed herself across the rug on her ass, her hot cunt closing in on Amunet’s fuckmeat, her body craving the paradise she knew awaited her between the demon’s widespread thighs.

Part III

Daphne slid on her smooth ass, pushing herself with her arms, closing the gap between her lush body and that of the gorgeous succubus. Her big tits bounced lustily, taut with heat and arousal. As she closed on Amunet, the succubus leaned back, bracing her incredible body with her hands, and lifted her right foot, pushing it forward. Daphne realized what the demon was offering. She met Amunet’s right foot with her bare left foot. The women shuddered delightedly as their toes caressed, as the soles of their bare feet slid sensuously together. For a few moments, the women rubbed feet, pushing toes, matching and testing the other. Daphne understood this was a matching of like to like. The succubus wanted to claim every inch of her luscious body, it wanted to match every molecule of its sex against her own. Daphne felt the same need for a complete and perfect union with the lust-driven demon.

Daphne slid her foot free and continued her advance, slipping her right leg over Amunet’s left and aiming her twat directly at the succubus’ juicy fuckhole. Both women moaned with overwhelming need and lust as their burning, throbbing genitals closed the final distance. Heat blasted off of their steaming cunts as they approached, their swollen clits twitched and throbbed, ready and aching to meet.

They paused, their hungry eyes locked, both women pausing to savor the moment before they mated, the moment before they began the most important part of their sexual adventure.

“Let’s fuck, little girl,” Amunet purred, her green eyes on fire. “Let me show you what a real cunt feels like.”

Daphne snorted. “I’m going to fuck you senseless, you big whore,” she snipped.

The women cocked back their hips then thrust forward with all their power. With a hard, wet sucking slap, Daphne’s fuckmeat slammed hot and hard into the demon’s raging cunt.

Their engorged clits came together head to head. The most excruciatingly sensitive parts of their sexual anatomies crushed and fused in a blast of pure ecstasy. A wave of unbearable heat and pleasure surged out from the women’s locked clits and inosculated cunts, roaring from their twats to fill every cell in their bodies with heat and a shock of deep pleasure, before carrying a wave of electricity back from their cells to the peak of their clits. The erotic shockwaves rippled back and forth, up and down the women’s perfect bodies, building and building with every cycle, suffusing their trembling bodies with sexual ecstasy.

“JESUS FUCKING GOD!!” Daphne shrieked as her pussy fused to Amunet’s perfect twat. The heat roaring through her body, the electricity lighting every atom in her body on fire, exponentially magnified the pure sexual ecstasy that filled her clit and overflowed from her searing cunt. If she had been capable of experiencing orgasm, she had no doubt that the act of joining genital to genital with the gorgeous succubus would have had her gushing immediately. As it was, she could feel that the singular contact had pushed her right up to the limit of the sexual barrier holding back her pleasure. If the start of their fuck was already straining that limit, Daphne was certain that it could be broken. Nothing could compare to what she was feeling now. The sensation of her cunt locked and sucked and melted to Amunet’s gorgeous quim was better than anything she had ever felt on her body in her life. Nothing else even came close.

“MITRA! FUCKING MITRA!!” Amunet shrieked. She had not expected the overwhelming surge of ecstasy that suffused her body when her cunt slapped and sucked to Daphne’s glorious twat. The heat and pleasure that now surged in coruscating waves through her voluptuous body fed the intensity of the sensations. Amunet had expected the brunette woman to be sexually powerful, but this was something else altogether. She could not remember the last time she had felt such intense pleasure from sexual contact with another woman and, like Daphne, she quickly realized she was at the limit of the restraints holding back her sexual pleasure. She shoved hard with her hips, driving her cunt harder and more deeply into Daphne’s thick-lipped twat, ensuring they were sucked and sealed together in an unbreakable fuck kiss. Pure ecstasy radiated out from their locked cunts, filling both women with unparalleled pleasure. They gasped and moaned, struggling to bring their bodies under control enough to start fucking in earnest.

The women leaned back, supporting their powerful, equally perfect bodies with their arms, and began churning their hips, working their hungry twats around and around in tight circles, trying to force greater and greater pleasure on the other as they rubbed and ground their swollen clits relentlessly. Their clits jousted, sliding side to side, head to head, before hooking and fusing into one pulsating nerve of raw sexual energy. Unbelievable sensations poured from their battling genitals, filling their luscious forms with excruciating pleasure. The women’s fleshy pussies locked, fuckhole to fuckhole. Both women contracted hard with their vaginas, pulling each other in, locking their cunt muscles, forming a slick, hot bond and an arena for their clits to battle within.

Their tits bounced on their chests, spraying sweat with every jolt, the taut meat thick and firm with arousal. Their nipples burned with electricity. Every erogenous zone on their bodies was on fire, every nerve pulsed with heat. The women shifted their hips and slid into the fork of each other’s legs, sinking even more deeply into the other’s yielding twat. Each woman grabbed the other’s muscled thigh, they pumped their hips and asses, grinding mercilessly, driving clits and cunts together.

“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!” Daphne grunted with each thrust as she matched cunts with her rival, desperate to reach the threshold of pleasure that would break the curse, but also desperate to keep from going over the edge too early. As the battle progressed, the brunette realized that holding back her orgasm might prove more difficult than she had thought, but she had to make sure she got the succubus to cum with her.

“Arrgh! Arrgh! Arrgh!” Amunet cried out, thrusting in concert with Daphne. The demon’s abdomen rippled, her powerful body shuddered as she felt the sexual dam inside of her filling to overflowing much sooner than she had thought.

As the two powerful women struggled to fuck each other to orgasm, Daphne lost herself in the incredible sensory overload. The fuckfight was excruciatingly pleasurable, lighting every nerve on fire. Her overstimulated body was overpowering her senses, pushing her to the edge of delirium. She felt nearly overwhelmed, her body trembling with tension as every muscle filled with sexual energy. As the battle continued, Daphne began to lose her sense of where she ended and where Amunet began. The blazing heat from their bodies, the erotic energy arcing through their nerves, made it feel like they were melting together, becoming one body. The sexual electricity flowed between their ravishing forms, binding them. Daphne felt like she was fusing in every way to the succubus, it felt like their bodies were merging and flowing into one. She grew delirious as the fucking ground on and on, as the pure pleasure reached greater and greater heights, overwhelming the sensory limits of her conscious mind. She realized that a human being was not meant to feel such intense pleasure.

On and on Amunet and Daphne fucked, their moans and groans and screams of desire growing louder and higher as the grinding continued. Daphne was sure she had gone to heaven. What she and the succubus were now doing to each other was unbelievably good. Amunet, too, was shocked at how good the mutual fucking felt. Her luscious body was wracked with raw, wild pleasure. She felt herself filled to the brim and she began to realize that the probability of this night ending in her experiencing her first orgasm in centuries was getting greater all the time. Moreover, from the way she felt, from the way Daphne’s cunt was riding and grinding with her own, she knew that when the orgasm came, it could be devastatingly powerful, a fitting way to end her centuries of sexual frustration.

The beautiful women’s bodies gleamed and dripped with sweat as the fuckfight continued. The intersection of their bodies, where their juicy cunts leaked copious amounts of cunt lubrication, was soaked and slick. The entire experience was driving both women insane as their bodies forced on them every kind of sensuous pleasure, every kind of burning ecstasy, slick and wet sensations, hot and sweaty pleasures.

Daphne threw back her head and let out a tortured moan. Her flesh was filled with electricity, overflowing with sensations too powerful and glorious to be contained. Yet, somehow, she kept accepting the ecstasy, kept holding it back and keeping it in. She bucked her hips and ass, exchanging thrust after thrust with Amunet, knowing that every grind of clit on clit added another cup to the lake of excruciating pleasure that they were filling together, and that would eventually explode and flow out of their inosculated cunts in rivers of pure sexual joy.

Grunting and moaning, the fuckfighting women rode each other mercilessly, refusing to stop, both desperate to get to where they needed to go. For more than an hour they kept going, their hips and asses working relentlessly. Both women could feel the dams inside of them holding back the flow of ecstasy slowly filling, slowly crumbling. Daphne was overjoyed. She was burning with anticipation of the moment when she would finally experience, once again, the incredible sexual release of a mind-shattering orgasm. Amunet was apprehensive, unwilling to believe that the pleasure she had craved for so, so long might finally be attained this night. But she continued fucking and fucking, riding Daphne up the pleasure curve, rejoicing in her own intense sexual pleasure. The sensations wracking her body was far more than she had felt in a very long time.

Daphne pushed herself up and reached out to grab Amunet’s thick auburn hair. The succubus gasped and snarled at the sudden shock of pain and pleasure. She returned the grip, pulling Daphne’s brown locks brutally. The women pulled their bodies closer, continuing to rock and thrust with their hips, until their torsos came together. They moaned deep in their throats as their massive, burning tits mated once more, the dense flesh crushing and searing, the hot nipples sizzling as they sucked. The surge of pleasure forced Daphne and Amunet to whimper and groan.

Daphne pushed her nose to Amunet’s. The women stared deep into each other’s eyes, both going crazy with the intense, unbearable pleasure saturating their muscles, overloading their senses, erasing their sense of separate bodies.

“Oh fuck, you bitch, you bitch,” Daphne whispered. She rubbed her face into Amunet’s gorgeous, sweaty face, wanting to join even more deeply and intimately with this demon who was giving her so much indescribable pleasure.

Amunet licked Daphne’s beautiful face, she rubbed back, cheek to cheek. “Cunt, you fucking cunt…” she moaned.

The women touched tongues, then groaned joyously as they locked up in a deep, deep kiss, swallowing each other’s tongues, sloshing spit back and forth, sharing yet more intimate ways to join their burning flesh. They wrapped their arms around each other’s sweaty backs and hugged tight, working rippling bellies together, rubbing and rotating their throbbing tits around and around each other. They grabbed and slapped each other’s asses. Daphne shoved a hot finger up Amunet’s tight, puckered asshole. The demon immediately, joyfully reciprocated.

Daphne broke the kiss and bit Amunet hard on her shoulder, her passion out of control. The demon grunted with delight and happily returned the love bite. The women bit and licked at each other’s faces and shoulders before locking up into another deep, passionate kiss. All the while, their hips worked, their clits continued rubbing and rubbing, grinding relentlessly, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure building and building, leading slowly and inexorably to an orgasmic explosion.

The fucking went on and on. Amunet and Daphne were soaked with sweat and fighting on a rug soaked with their perspiration and their cunt juices. Their bodies were saturated with pure erotic sensation. Nose to nose, panting, sharing breath, their beautiful faces streaked with tears of joy, the women licked and kissed, giving and taking all the pleasure they could bear from each other.

“God, you cunt, you cunt, you beautiful cunt…” Daphne moaned. She felt like she was floating, the intensity of the sexual sensations running through her body more than she could bear.

“Fucker, dirty fucker, I’ll break your twat,” Amunet groaned, giving back as good as she was getting, enraged that this beautiful human woman could fuck her impossibly well.

Suddenly, something broke through Amunet’s delicious delirium. A change occurred in her body. Her eyes widened as she realized that the erotic restraints that had tortured her for so many millennia had suddenly given up. Overwhelmed with the pure pleasure they were experiencing, the restraints had retreated and her body had crossed the threshold to orgasm. Amunet knew with certainty, for the first time in centuries, that she would have an orgasm, an orgasm that would unleash a tidal wave of ecstasy, that would express at least some of the incredible pleasure she had been denied for so long.

At almost the same moment, Daphne felt the change in her body too. She suddenly knew that the dam that had been holding her back was crumbling away. She could feel it, she could feel the raw, pure pleasure that had been delightfully torturing her body for more than an ecstatic hour had succeeded in overpowering the curse, in clearing the way for an orgasm of mind-shattering power. All the sexual energy she had held back for two years was now flowing over the dam, building in her pulsing, throbbing clit, demanding to be released in an explosion of pure erotic power.

Daphne and Amunet pressed nose to nose. They looked into each other’s eyes and saw the truth of what was about to happen. Both wanted more, both wanted this exquisite fucking to continue, both wanted to get as much unbearable, unbelievable pleasure out of the other woman’s body as they possibly could. Both women also felt the competitive urge rising within them.

“I will outfuck you, Amunet, I will make you cum first…” Daphne moaned.

“You little cunt,” Amunet moaned. “I will squeeze your twat dry…”

Panting, sobbing, the women’s perfect bodies quivered and trembled with tension. Every muscle, every cell was packed to its limit with sexual power. Still, they continued working their hips, grinding their clits, pushing each other further and further over the limits.

Ten more minutes turned to twenty to thirty. The women sobbed and moaned, their bodies shaking with suppressed sexual pleasure, riding each other, trying to push the other over the edge first. Their trembling bodies burned with power, burned with the need for release. They held it back with superhuman effort, neither woman wanting to be outlasted by the other. However, there had to be an ending.

“Oh, oh god, oh god,” Daphne finally moaned. “I can’t take it anymore, I can’t take another second….” Tears streamed down her face, her lips quivered.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” Amunet groaned, her eyes squeezed shut, her concentration bearing on holding back the incredible surge of energy, of raw pleasure burning in her core.

The women grabbed each other tightly, squeezing, hugging furiously. Massive tits eclipsed, hot nipples flared to incredible heat. At the same moment, the dam finally burst in both beautiful women, their ability to hold back the ocean finally failed.

“OH GOD, FUCKING GODDDDDDDDD!!!” Daphne shrieked. For the first time in two years, her body convulsed in a mind-shattering orgasm. Her cunt flexed and clamped on Amunet’s twat like a bear trap, squeezing with all its muscular power.

At exactly the same moment, Amunet could not hold back the tide an instant longer.

“OH GODS, OH GODS, OH FUCK!!” Amunet howled.

The power Amunet released was not equivalent to centuries worth of repression; such a release was too great for her body to contain. But it rivaled Daphne’s release in its intensity and power. Amunet’s twat clamped hard on Daphne’s juicy cunt. The women’s genitals quivered and trembled as they closed on the other’s succulent flesh, sucking and wrestling, trying to devour each other. Their vaginas sucked and pulled hard, trying to pull the other woman in, creating an unbreakable seal. With shared screams, Daphne and Amunet released their orgasms simultaneously. Their cunts ejaculated powerfully, injecting gushers of hot cum into both women, squeezing out from the meaty join of their trembling twats.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Daphne screamed, throwing back her head to howl in bliss. Her body shuddered and her powerful belly rippled as she pumped copious amounts of cum into Amunet’s ravenous cunt, jetting molten ejaculate into the demon’s receptive body. The hot molten cum flowed up into Amunet, filling the succubus with searing jizz, squeezing out from the meaty join of their cunts, soaking the intersection of their bodies with cum.

“UNNNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!” Amunet shrieked as she came at the exact same moment. She ejaculated powerfully, gushing her molten cum into Daphne, shaking and shuddering as she released the tension of the ages and rejoiced in the ecstatic pleasure she had craved for so long. Her equally powerful belly rippled and flexed against Daphne’s pumping belly. The women’s wet navels sucked.

The women’s hot ejaculations mixed within their vaginal canals, filling them both, combining and searing their insides, coating their thighs and bellies, gushing up and splattering their crushed and grinding tits. The mixing of their deepest ejaculate created a powerful sense of mutual violation, it felt to both women like their molten liquids were combining and flowing together in a way that mirrored their own physical joining. Their nipples, sucked and sealed together, ejaculated powerfully too, sending a surge of hot nipple cum into both women, setting their joined tits on fire, before leaking down to slick their massive breasts.

They screamed again and again as the orgasms continued, as they ravaged and rode each other to sexual completion and fulfillment. They wrapped their arms around lush, voluptuous forms and hugged tight, they kissed deeply, sucking on each other’s tongues in desperation as their bodies twisted and jerked through indescribable pleasure.

Daphne and Amunet clung to each other as their bodies rocked and quaked, as orgasms chained through them, unrelenting in their intensity. Tears streamed down their faces as the overwhelming sensations roared through them. They sobbed and screamed and gasped in unison.

The women finally let go. Almost fainting, they fell over onto their backs, arching their spines, gushing hard, ejaculating over and over again. Their luscious bodies dripped with cum, their torsos and thick tits covered in the substance. The orgasms continued as they writhed and undulated, soaking the rug even more, spraying each other with their sexual release.

How long it went on, neither woman knew. Their oversexed bodies finally reached the peak of satisfaction. Bucking slow and hard, their hips moving in concert, they kept fucking and fucking orgasms out of each other, both lost in the unrelenting pleasure.
Gasping, panting, totally spent, Daphne and Amunet lay on the soaked carpet, the firelight playing on their glistening bodies, their massive tits heaving as their breathing slowly returned to normal. The women teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, fucked out of their minds, satiated by the orgasmic explosion.

As she fought to keep from passing out, Daphne realized that a light yellow mist was emanating from her body, from her exhausted cunt. She looked at it for some time, too tired and satiated to realize what she was seeing. Then, it clicked in her mind: she realized it was the mystical energy of the curse, driven out of her body by her orgasmic release. She groaned and reached over to the far side of the rug. Thankfully, she could just reach the amber pendant where she had left it. Desperately, she grabbed the pendant and held it up. The yellow mist began to swirl, as if trying to escape, but then it was drawn into the amber stone. The stone glowed brightly for a moment, then subsided. Daphne held the pendant to her face, looking at it through bleary eyes. This was what everything she had done was meant to accomplish. She was too exhausted, too overwhelmingly sexually satisfied, to think.

She was locked cunt to cunt with Amunet. She could feel their exquisite clits throbbing and pulsing against each other. The other woman was still, though her massive tits rose and fell. Daphne reached down and put her hand on Amunet’s flat, cum-streaked belly. The succubus reached down and twined her fingers with Daphne’s hand. The women pressed palm to palm, squeezing hard. Both women contracted their cunts, squeezing each other pussy to pussy, crushing their twined clits. A flare of delicious pleasure radiated through their locked bodies and both spent women moaned gently. Daphne slowly tilted into sleep, her body finally giving out, her mind shutting down in the aftermath of exquisite pleasure and pure exhaustion.

Several hours later, Daphne woke up. She sat up. Her entire body was vibrating, every cell was recovering from the incredible sensations that had filled her to the brim with ecstasy. She was covered in dried sweat and cum. She was alone. Amunet was gone. Daphne was sorely disappointed but not surprised. It was still dark but it would be light soon and succubi hated the sunlight.

Daphne got slowly to her feet. Her pussy felt sore, but it was also throbbing with heat. She staggered a bit, but she felt proud of herself. She had fucked the most incredible being she had ever encountered until she forced it to orgasm for the first time in ages. In turn, she had been fucked out of her mind. Most importantly, with the help of the succubus, she had managed to defeat and contain her affliction. She staggered up the stairs, too spent to do much. She made it to her bed and fell into an exhausted sleep, but her dreams kept returning her to the delicious pleasure she had found between Amunet’s succulent thighs.

A FEW DAYS LATER:

Daphne sat in the chair across from Diana and watched the beautiful sorceress manipulate the amber pendant. Diana held it up to her eye and then rolled it in her palm. Finally, she put it down on the table.

“This is very impressive work, Daphne,” Diana said. “You did a tremendous job of summoning the succubus, fuckfighting it, and getting the curse removed from your own body. You show a lot of talent as a sorceress. I think you could be a very impressive sorceress in training. Would you like to be my student?”

Daphne shrugged. “Not right now, thanks. I’m just glad to be able to go back to my life. I have to admit to feeling a bit down, though.” She picked up the pendant and hung it around her neck.

Diana nodded. “That is not really surprising. You spent hours fucking a succubus on even terms. You successfully managed to get it to orgasm, something that is incredibly difficult to do. Sure, you had the curse to help you, but you also have a lot of innate talent. You even got the demon to agree to assist you in your efforts. All of that is amazing and you are due a lot of credit. But…” Diana looked at Daphne intently, “you also would have had the best sex of your life in doing that. That is pretty hard to forget about, especially when so much of your life involves seeking out great sexual experiences.”

Daphne smiled and nodded. “Yeah. It wasn’t just great sex – it was mind-blowing sex. I never felt anything like it. My whole body was on fire. Her whole body was on fire. We fucked so hard it felt like we were flowing into each other. I can’t even fully explain it. It felt like my whole body was one giant clit and it was wrapped around her clit and we were just twisted around each other in an unbreakable knot. The orgasms we had weren’t just explosions of pleasure, they were like nuclear bombs of pleasure. Nothing compares and I guess I’m really depressed that I won’t ever have that again.” She smiled grimly. “Well, not unless I summon another succubus.”

“You should not do that,” Diana said seriously. “Succubi are dangerous. In fact…” Diana got up from the table and then came back with a folder containing some pieces of paper she had placed on a shelf behind her. “I’d like you to put these up around your house – one on a window or a door in each direction.”

“What are these?” Daphne asked, looking at the ornate and complex symbols.

“These are wards. They will protect your home from further intrusions by the succubus. It is possible that the demon will try to come back and feed off of you. You need to protect yourself. I have a friend who had an encounter with a succubus and it got very dangerous. You want to avoid any contact if you can.”

Daphne took the sigils somewhat dejectedly. Part of her very much wanted the succubus to come back, but she knew she was being silly. Now that the creature was free, it had no reason to return to her. It could get mind-blowing sex wherever it wanted, or so she told herself.

“It sounds like what happened between you and the succubus was a kind of sexual alignment. It’s rare and it requires that the people involved be really, really in sync, so it hardly happens between strangers, but it does lead to really powerful sexual experiences.”

“What is it?” Daphne asked.

“It’s something like your auras, your sexual power, get mixed up and interconnected. You said it felt like you and the succubus were fusing together. That happens when the nerves in your body are so stimulated that you create an out-of-body experience. That’s one part of the sexual alignment. The other part is when the intense pleasure actually causes your auras to become mixed together. If you could see your aura and that of the succubus when you were having sex, you would probably see your auras kind of flowing together, moving in and out and around each other. It would mirror the sex.”

“So, we did kind of fuse together.”

“In a way. But I would not dwell on it. I think you need to keep reminding yourself that succubi are very dangerous. I’ve examined you and I know that this demon did not feed on you, but you need to be careful.”

“Now, let’s deal with this other matter,” Diana said, abruptly changing topic.

Daphne started out of her reverie. “Yes, sorry. Yeah, I seem to still be experiencing sexual issues, though not as serious as the last ones. I am capable of having orgasms, but it is very difficult to get them off. I was at a club a couple of nights ago and I brought a couple home. We had sex. Eventually, I managed to have a really powerful orgasm, but it took a long time. I had to do a lot of faking.”

Diana nodded sagely. “Yes, I’m not surprised by that. You had a powerful supernatural force tampering with your sexuality. It will take time for that to work itself out.” Diana looked at the pendant hanging around Daphne’s neck. She smiled. “But I think I do have a solution.”

Diana got up and walked to the front of the store. She pulled a book down from one of the shelves and perused it for a moment before returning to the table. She opened the book to a certain page and then held out her hand to Daph.

“Give me the pendant, please.”

Daphne handed it over and watched as Diana read aloud an incantation in the book. The pendant flared briefly then went dark again. Diana handed it back to Daphne.

“What did you do?” the brunette asked.

“I’ve used a reversal spell on it. When you wear that, from now on, the power in the pendant will enhance your ability to feel sexual pleasure. When you take it off, you will go back to having more difficulty. This is a way to take the curse’s power and repurpose it.” Diana smiled brightly. “Go on, take it out to the clubs and try it out.”

Daphne smiled. “Boy, you’re a real life-saver.” She put the amber stone back around her neck. “Thanks for this, babe.”

“No worries.”

Daphne got up to leave the shop. “Don’t forget these sigils,” Diana reminded her, pointing out the folder with the protective wards.
“Yes, sorry about that,” Daph said sheepishly. She picked up the folder and left the store.

As she walked out, Diana’s bright smile turned into a frown.

Out on the street, Daphne looked down at the sigils in her hand. After a moment, she started down the street, back towards her car. Along the way, she threw the sigils in a waste basket.

Part IV:
THREE MONTHS LATER:

Daphne entered her mansion and pressed the security button after she closed the door. The mansion sealed off, the security system turning on. She doffed her high heel shoes and walked bare foot through the house, shutting off lights and double-checking locks as she went. This had been part of her routine ever since she had experienced a break-in a few years before. The security system was new and guaranteed to be secure, but she still maintained the habit.

Daphne turned off the main floor lights, throwing most of the house into darkness. She made her way upstairs, entered her bedroom, and closed the door, activating its electronic lock. She paused to enjoy the view from her bedroom. The wall of ceiling to floor windows looked out on Vancouver Harbour and the city skyline. She stripped down in the dark. She was wearing a black cocktail dress and a thong and nothing else. She clicked on the bedroom light and placed her amber necklace on the dresser as she passed by it on her walk into the ensuite bathroom to get the shower going.

Daphne had spent the night at a sex club in the downtown core. It was one of the places she frequented and where she had arranged to meet Lara for a rendezvous. They had ended up fucking each other furiously in one of the upstairs rooms. They had succeeded in getting each other off multiple times and Lara was already expressing an interest in getting together again as soon as possible. Daphne was open to the idea, but sex with normal humans no longer gave her the kind of satisfaction that it had in the past. Even someone as gorgeous as Lara could not match the level of pure erotic sensuality that Daphne experienced with the succubus. Of course, it was a terribly unfair comparison, but it was one she could not avoid.

The amber pendant had been working exactly as Diana intended. The curse was now reversed. Whenever she was wearing it, Daphne was capable of experiencing intense sexual pleasure with other people, including powerful orgasms. While it was difficult to calibrate, she believed she was back at the level of sexual enjoyment and endurance she had been at before this entire erotic ordeal had started. When she did not wear the pendant, getting off became much, much more difficult. Her sexual endurance and stamina increased exponentially and only the most extraordinary and sexually powerful lovers could bring her to orgasm. So far, only Diana had succeeded in pushing her over the edge, though she had hopes for Lara.

Daphne showered, enjoying the heat of the water. She had already showered back at the club, but this was part of her preparation for bed. She felt relaxed. The sex with Lara had been very, very good and it had released a lot of tension. Still, she could not deny the sense of dissatisfaction nagging at the margins of her libido.

Naked, Daphne entered her bedroom and turned down her bed. She glanced at the clock. It was a little past 1 AM. She intended to sleep in the next day, so she was not too concerned about the late night.

She climbed into bed, enjoying the feel of the crisp sheets on her nude body and the comfortable weight of the duvet. Sighing, she settled in and turned off the light. The room plunged into darkness, the only light filtering in from the cloud-filled sky.

The security system whirred almost silently on the main floor. Cameras positioned all over the house captured every movement and every corner of every room. Darkness and quiet settled over the entire mansion.

At 1:45 AM, Daphne’s phone beeped, then chirped. She woke with a start. It took her a moment to realize what had awakened her. The internal security system detected something. It was alerting her to assess the severity of the threat. Daphne picked up the phone to see what was going on. She was surprised to see that the system had detected some kind of movement in the game room. As she watched, it detected movement in the basement hall, just outside the game room. She used the security app to scroll through what the cameras were viewing, but she could not see any image of anyone on the video feed. She switched the cameras to infrared view but still could see nothing. The motion sensors were picking up something the cameras were not catching. Perhaps it was a mouse. That had happened before.

Suddenly, a random thought entered her mind and Daphne felt a chill run up her spine. It was not fear. It was intense erotic tension and pure desire. She began to pant. She felt her tits swell in arousal, her nipples crust and tighten and lengthen and thicken, all at once. Her pussy began to pulse, then pound, flaring with heat. Her labia burned, her clit began to throb with electricity and heat. It swelled up like a balloon, growing to its full size almost in an instant.

Daphne felt almost silly. Her body was reacting to a thought, to a hope that she had, nothing more. She could easily be deceiving herself. The security system could be malfunctioning. As these thoughts flowed through her head, the security system’s motion sensors detected movement through the main floor and into the great room. Daphne found it harder to breathe. She turned off the security alert system, just in case.

Daphne turned on the audio for the security system app and listened carefully. In the pitch dark, she heard the sound of gentle slaps on the wooden stairs leading to the upper floor. The slaps continued, getting closer and closer to her bedroom door, where they paused. The door was locked. Daphne considered unlocking it with the phone. The sound of a whir and click reached her ears. The door had unlocked itself.

The sky had cleared enough to allow in some light from the moon, which cast a gentle glow into the bedroom. Daphne watched the dark rectangle of the bedroom door swing open. She held her breath, her heart pounding. A dark figure moved into the room. Its eyes glowed green, the lush mane of its thick hair formed a halo around the face. Daphne made out the incredibly voluptuous, nude body of Amunet by the light of the moon. The bedroom door closed and locked.

Amunet stood in the shadows, her glowing green eyes fixed on Daphne in the bed. Daphne stared back, her eyes locked with the green orbs. Daphne’s heart was pounding, her breath was coming in deep pants, her tits heaved with passion. Her cunt was burning, hotter than she could ever remember it being, save the night she and Amunet had fucked each other to the purest, most overwhelming ecstasy she had ever experienced. Her breasts were thick and hot and her nipples pulsed almost painfully with every beat of her heart.

Daphne stared at the succubus a while longer. The demon woman stood immobile in the doorway, but Daphne could hear her panting breath and make out the woman’s heaving tits. Not saying a word, Daphne put her phone on the night table. She then slid towards the center of her king-size bed. She lay down, flat on her back, the sheets and the heavy duvet tucked under her chin, and waited. She closed her eyes. As she waited, she turned her mind to check her body. She was so aroused that she was almost experiencing an out of body sensation. Every nerve in her body was on fire and the heat and sensitivity seemed to be increasing with every moment of anticipation.

Daphne heard the sound of bare feet crossing the floor to her bed. She opened her eyes and looked up into Amunet’s glowing green orbs. The pure, unbearable lust reflected in those eyes filled Daphne with an almost bottomless hunger. She knew that her own eyes mirrored what the succubus was feeling, what the demon wanted.

Daphne’s sensitive nose detected the scent of hot pussy. Her own cunt was burning, leaking copious amounts of pussy juice. Her inner thighs were wet and the spot on the bed where her ass rested was already damp with secretions.

Amunet pulled back the bedsheets and slid under, her naked body moving sinuously beneath the sheets. Daphne did not move, but her heart pounded with excitement as she felt the nude demon come closer and closer, as she felt the heat of lust radiating off Amunet’s perfect, luscious body. An instant later, Amunet was on top of her. Their naked flesh came together. Every inch of Daphne’s body burned deliciously where Amunet’s flesh made contact with her flesh, every nerve was on fire. She knew that her own touch burned Amunet’s luscious body too. The women cried out in shared lust as their naked bodies eclipsed each other, fitting together perfectly.

“Ahhh! Oh, yes!” Daphne cried, unable to stop herself. “Yes, yes!!”

“Unnnnnmmmm,” Amunet groaned, the sudden, intense pleasure irresistible.

Heavy, thick tits crushed, sending pulses of pure erotic pleasure coursing through their bodies, filling the dense titflesh with electric heat. Nipples seared, fusing tip to tip. Muscled bellies slapped tight and hard. Deep, sexy navels sucked. Daphne eagerly spread her legs and let Amunet slip inside her trembling thighs. Amunet spread her own legs, pressing her inner thighs against Daphne’s, matching like to like. The scalding heat from their sopping wet genitals warmed their inner thighs.

Amunet leaned forward, letting her body weight rest more heavily on their massive, mated tits. She held her hips up over Daphne’s hips, cocked and ready to thrust, but withholding her raging cunt from connecting with Daphne’s drooling, open twat, at least for the moment. Daphne felt some of Amunet’s cunt juice drip onto her labia. She could sense the demon’s swollen, rock hard clit hovering just millimeters above her own equally hot, hungry clit.

The women stared deeply into each other’s eyes, feeling themselves slowly going insane with pure, unlimited lust. Their burning bodies were merging, mating, flowing together electrically as their nerves joined and fused. Their searing nipples locked as one, nipple holes sealed, pleasure radiating through their mashed and throbbing tits. But everything waited for the ultimate contact, the meeting of clit to clit, of fuckmeat to fuckmeat.

Daphne knew that now that she had lost her curse she could not be sure she had the wherewithal to bring Amunet to orgasm. But she had to try and she swore that she would do everything in her power to satisfy the succubus and make her want to come back. First, she had to prove she could keep up with her.

Daphne panted at her demon lover, her voice a low, desperate growl of pure need. “Fuck me. Fuck me, you succubus whore.”

“Yes,” Amunet murmured, her husky voice thick with lust. The demon’s green eyes flashed. “My cunt hungers for your cunt, little bitch. It needs to eat yours alive.”

Daphne moaned, her excitement and anticipation more than she could stand. “Let’s see whose cunt eats whose, you bitch!” Her voice trembled with need.

The women’s glowing eyes narrowed. Their hearts pounded into each other through their mashed, throbbing tits. They smiled at each other.

“Yes, let us see, you little whore.”

The women carefully, slowly, teasingly, pushed their clits together head to head. Their eyes were locked, they stared into each other desperately as their fuck horns met and caressed and sizzled and mated. Everything they both dreamed of, every memory of the pure ecstasy they had given each other, disappeared and paled to nothing beside the lived experience of meeting clit to clit.

Daphne’s hands snapped down to grip and sink her fingers into Amunet’s taut, round ass. She pulled the demon onto, into her even harder. Amunet’s hands gripped Daphne’s ass. For a moment, the women could not scream; the intensity of the pleasure was too great. Their eyes remained locked, until they threw back their heads and shrieked in unspeakable joy.

“OH GOD, OH GOD, OH FUCKING, FUCKING GOOODDDD!!” Daphne howled.

“MITRA! GREAT FUCKING MITRAAAAAA!!” Amunet shrieked.

The women’s hungry mouths snapped together, tongues instantly twisting into knots. They screamed and moaned into each other’s throats, their mouths quickly filling with spit as their tongues thrashed. They moved their hips in hard but short jerks, moving their swollen pulsing clits around and around each other, torturing each other clit to clit, letting the swollen, exquisitely sensitive nubs send electrical shockwaves coursing through their oversensitive bodies with every mutual thrust. Daphne met every one of Amunet’s thrusts, keeping their fuck horns glued together, working them around and around, pressing them length to length, rubbing and grinding head to head. Tears streamed from Daphne’s eyes as she met Amunet blow for blow, even as they were still locked in an endless kiss. Vaguely, the brunette fuckfighter realized that tears were streaming down the succubus’ gorgeous face too.

The women’s erotic moaning grew higher and higher, harmonizing as the battle wore on. Every inch of skin, ever nerve ending, was on fire, a fire that melted the women together, making them feel like one body. Daphne did not know where she ended and Amunet began. Her mind was already floating away, overloaded with ecstasy so pure and absolute that she was not sure she could survive the climax to come. She twined her legs with Amunet’s powerful limbs, locking their bodies in place. The women’s hips moved together, jerking in a slow, steady rhythm of ecstatic humping. Every muscle strained with its counterpart and their lush bodies trembled with tension and pleasure. Daphne felt like she was in paradise. She could not imagine anything better than what she was feeling at that very moment. She prayed it would not stop and she did her utmost to make sure the fucking kept going on and on.
Trapped together under the heavy duvet, the women’s writhing bodies turned the space under the sheets into a furnace. Soon, their voluptuous bodies were slick with sweat, but it only added to the sensual pleasure as their skin slipped and slid, as their heavy tits and taut bellies rubbed and played. Amunet broke the kiss and rested her beautiful face forehead to forehead, nose to nose, with Daphne. The women stared into each other, their hot lips touching, string of spit connecting them. Their panting breath mixed, their gasps and moans of ecstasy filled the room. They grunted and moaned with each tantalizing thrust, the pleasure building and building one hard jerk at a time. Their bodies were soaked with sweat, hot with their exertion. Daphne and Amunet watched each other intently, seeing the raw pleasure in the other’s eyes, looking for the moment when the other would pass the orgasmic threshold.

Lost in the demon’s eyes, in the exquisite sensations wracking her perfect body, Daphne could only endure the unbelievable pleasure. The small part of her mind that still functioned was aware that she and the succubus had been fucking each other for a long, long time yet, somehow, she had managed to keep the surging pleasure from overwhelming her and pushing her to a devastating orgasm. Somehow, she was matching the succubus. She began to feel that holding on until the demon ejaculated inside of her was possible.

Amunet snarled at Daphne, the succubus’ eyes blazing with heat and lust. Her mind was torn between her sexual pride as a succubus and her need to know that no human could be her match versus her overpowering desire to achieve the exquisite pleasure she had been denied until so recently and her hope that this beautiful bitch under her might, once again, be able to bring her to a delicious orgasm.

After more than an hour of grinding at each other, of sharing growing and growing pleasure, the two women saw the signs in the other’s eyes that they had passed the point of no return.

Amunet whimpered and threw back her head to gasp and smile, her gorgeous face lit by the joyful realization that she would, once again, experience an excruciating orgasm with the woman she was riding. Her entire body trembled in anticipation of delirious satisfaction.

Daphne moaned in joy, her body shaking and quivering with the tension of the unbearable sexual pleasure she had somehow managed to hold back, to keep in her quaking muscles, until this moment. Now that she knew she could bring the succubus to satisfaction, she struggled to keep the fuck going, to get even more out of the impending orgasmic explosion that was pushing at the boundaries of their lush bodies.

Their panting and gasping became more frantic, their jerking hips began humping harder, torturing each other with even greater pleasure.

“Together,” Daphne gasped at Amunet. “I want us to go together.”

The succubus’ eyes blazed even brighter and she smiled and nodded. “The same time, you little bitch. We cum as one.”

The women’s eyes locked even harder, they prepared to release, to flow into one. They fucked vigorously, riding hard. Then the moment came and they both knew.

“JESUSSSSSSSSSS!! FUCKING GOOOODDDDD!!” Daphne howled as her cunt contracted then released in a gusher of hot ejaculate. Her body convulsed in pure sensation and burned uncontrollably as she felt herself merge and melt into Amunet. She spread her legs wide, wanting to take in as much of the demon’s body, her hot cum, as she could. She felt her nipples ejaculating, their fluids backed up and blocked by their joining to Amunet’s sucking nipples.

“MITRRRRRAAAA!!” Amunet shrieked, screaming out to her ancient god, as her body shuddered in orgasmic bliss. Her powerful cunt squeezed Daphne’s twat mercilessly, then pumped ejaculate into Daphne’s welcoming cunt. Her nipples came with her pussy, surging slick juices into Daphne’s tits, bubbling out to coat the women’s bulging chests. She slammed her twat onto Daphne’s pulsing cunt and worked her pussy around and around, trying to draw out their shared orgasms for as long as she could.

Screaming, moaning, writhing uncontrollably, the women’s magnificent bodies undulated and bucked under the sheets, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of each other, soaking both women in sweat and ejaculate. On and on they rode each other, screaming and crying out in shared ecstasy as the passion and power that had built up in both gorgeous women over the months exploded in gushes of hot cum. After some time, Daphne felt herself losing consciousness, her senses overpowered by the exquisite pleasure. She felt herself falling into an erotic hole, her mind shutting down to save her sanity from the pure erotic sensations.

Some time later, Daphne slowly regained consciousness. She had been fucked out of her mind and every nerve in her body was jangling with electricity. It took her a few moments to realize that there remained a hot, pleasant weight on her body. She realized that Amunet was still lying on top of her. The gorgeous succubus was asleep in her arms. Daphne smiled. She had expected the demon to be gone when she awoke. The fact that Amunet was still here meant that the demon had been as sexually exhausted by their fucking as she was. She surreptitiously watched the beautiful face for a few moments. Daphne felt out her body. Did she have the strength for more fucking? Her clit twitched and her nipples started to harden, as if in response to her personal question. She smiled again. Apparently, her body had its own ideas.

She turned her head gently to look at the clock. It read 4:15 AM. There were still a couple of hours before dawn.

Carefully, Daphne wrapped her arms and Amunet’s lush body. She thrilled to feel the supernatural being’s voluptuous body in her arms, Amunet’s flawless flesh at her mercy. She braced herself then rolled their bodies, mounting Amunet as she took the top position. Her body was burning now, becoming more aroused with every moment, lighting up in anticipation of more fucking.

Amunet’s beautiful green eyes snapped open. For a moment, her gaze was confused. “What…?” the demon murmured. Daphne covered Amunet’s mouth with her own, her tongue plunged into the depths of the demon’s scalding mouth. She scoured the inside of Amunet’s mouth. The demon and the woman moaned together, both enjoying the sensuous contact. Their tongues tangled together and a flow of saliva passed between them, joining their sexual essences once more.

Suddenly, Amunet’s eyes snapped open as she realized what was happening. She broke the kiss, gasping and growling. “You little bitch!” the demon snapped. “Do you think you can ride me? Play the aggressor with me? I’ll….Aaaahhhh!!”

As Amunet talked, Daphne slid her engorged clit the length of the woman’s fuck trough and ended her attack stroke with a strong, hard probe at the demon’s solid clit. The shock of ecstasy threw Amunet off, catching her unaware. She threw back her head and groaned tortuously. For the first time in millennia, she was not in control of a sexual encounter.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Daphne purred as she consolidated her position on top of the writhing demon. “I’m going to fuck your brains out. Just lie back and enjoy it.”

“You little slut…” Aaaaahhhhhhhh!” Amunet moaned as Daphne’s clit pinned hers and then locked and knotted the throbbing nerves into one. As they both grew more aroused, their hooked clits swelled into an unbreakable bond, capable of separating only once they were satisfied. Panting, glaring at each other, Amunet and Daphne resumed their fucking, their powerful bodies writhing and undulating, their thick lipped twats slapping and sucking, their heavy tits fusing and crushing. Amunet raged and yet thrilled at the same time, part of her demonic sadism loving the idea of being controlled and dominated by another woman.

In passion, they bit and clawed each other. Daphne felt Amunet’s fingers scratching her pumping ass, she could tell finger marks would be left behind on many parts of her luscious body. She gave back all she could, leaving her marks on the demon’s flawless skin.

More than an hour later, they went rigid in each other’s arms as their bodies convulsed in orgasm. Amunet went first, her head thrashing from side, her beautiful mouth twisted in an expressive “o” before she began to scream, her body bucking furiously as she came. Daphne watched this with an expression of delight, triumph and pure joy on her beautiful face as she made the succubus cum hard. She contracted her cunt, sucking and holding as much of the demon ejaculate inside as she could, trying absorb it into her body. Mere moments later, she was cumming herself, screaming in ecstasy, thrashing and moaning, crying out as her body exploded in a flare of heat that went on and on, that merged her flesh with that of Amunet. Their muscles strained and flexed as they bucked together, pumping cum back and forth, writhing and undulating like mating snakes as they came again and again.

Finally, the women held each other, their hearts pounding in their mashed tits, their breath coming in ragged pants. The pleasure subsided. Daphne rolled off of the demon, throwing back the covers as she did so, exposing their perfect, naked bodies, releasing the furnace-like heat that had built up on the bed. The women lay side by side, their long hair tangled, brown with auburn, their sweaty faces only inches apart, their heavy tits rising and falling, jiggling deliciously, as they glared at each other through half-closed eyes.

“You little whore,” Amunet finally said.

“Dirty slut,” Daphne shot back.

Amunet reached down and cupped Daphne’s hot, naked twat and squeezed. The brunette moaned and twisted her hips in pleasure. She slid her hand down to gently hold Amunet’s steaming cunt and slipped two fingers inside. She stroked Amunet’s clit and was rewarded with a shudder from the demon and long, slow clenching of teeth and a tortured moan.

Amunet sat up suddenly and turned herself toward Daphne, her legs spread wide. Daphne sat up in reply. She looked down into the demon’s glorious cunt and felt a surge of sexual energy roar through her lush body. Daphne did not know where this incredible erotic energy was coming from, but she knew now that her experience with the curse, the experience of fucking the succubus, even the energy from the demon cum inside of her vagina, had somehow altered her body and libido in ways that allowed her to keep pace with a sexual demon in bed, to even beat that demon if she put her mind to it. She spread her legs in reply to Amunet’s challenge and smiled viciously. The demon smiled back.

“I’m glad to see you still have some fight in you, little girl,”Amunet purred.

“I’ve got more than fight, you big bitch,” Daphne smiled. “I’m going to fuck your cunt off.”

The demon gave her a feverish grin. “That’s what I like. A lot of misplaced confidence. Come, girl. Let’s fuck.”

“Gladly, you cunt,” Daphne moaned.

The women slid together, thick-lipped twat slapping together with a wet clap, juicy pudenda merging and spreading under pressure, holes opening and sucking with ravenous hunger. Their swollen clits intersected head to head and pure ecstasy exploded through their bodies. They threw back their heads and shrieked in unison. They braced their bodies with their powerful arms, their eyes locked in a shared, murderous glare, and the fuckfighting women began grinding and thrusting, their hips rolling, their asses flexing. Their big tits bounced furiously, jiggling in time to each thrust.

More than an hour later, they lay panting, locked together cunt to cunt, their bodies slick with sweat and the copious amounts of ejaculate they had gushed on each other. They were flat on their backs on the bed, staring at the ceiling, both women almost delirious with the aftermath of ecstasy. The room still echoed with their screams and shrieks of sexual completion.

After a time, Amunet pushed herself up to stare at Daphne down the length of their cunt-locked bodies. “How?” the demon whispered. “How can you be so good, so powerful?”

“I don’t know,” Daphne replied, her voice hoarse. “I think it has something to do with the curse, with your body. I can feel your cum inside of me and it is burning me but it feels so good, too. It feels like it is feeding me, giving me pleasure but something more.”

Amunet looked out the window. It was still dark but a line of light had started to hint at the horizon. “I must leave,” Amunet sighed. “I cannot let the sun catch me here.”

Daphne pushed herself and reached for her phone on the night table. She tapped a few buttons. After a moment, steel shutters began falling into place over the windows. In a moment, the room was pitch dark, except for a sliver of light coming under the en suite door.

Daphne turned on a light on the night table and put her phone down. She smiled lasciviously at the succubus. “Now, there’s no need for you to go anywhere,” she purred.

Amunet smiled lustily. The women were still joined at their cunts. She sat up and Daphne moved to meet her. Their heavy tits crushed tight as their arms wrapped around naked backs. Daphne spread her legs wider and slipped her hands down to seize Amunet’s perfect, massive ass. The succubus stroked Daphne from asshole up her ass crack to her shoulders, causing the brunette to shudder with pleasure. The women pressed nose to nose, forehead to forehead, and smiled, their ravenous hunger growing more intense with every moment. They touched tongues, then slowly slid into a deep, deep kiss. Their tongues twisted and stroked, the spit flowed freely between their sealed mouths.

They finally broke the kiss. They rested face to face, panting, letting their bodies grow hotter, harder, more hungry for each other with every moment.

“I’m not leaving here until I suck every drop of cum out of your arrogant little cunt, girl,” Amunet whispered. “You need to be put in your place.”

“You’re welcome to try, you big slut,” Daphne whispered back. “But I think my cunt is a lot more than you can handle and I’m not going to stop before I fuck you raw.”

The women smiled at each other even wider. Both women saw endless pleasure stretching out before them, hours and hours of fucking each other relentlessly, of giving each other unbearable pleasure, of fulfilling each other’s deepest needs. Amunet felt a surge of pure demonic joy. Whatever this woman was, however she was doing it, Daphne’s body had given the ancient succubus more pleasure than she had experienced in centuries. She could not let that go. Daphne felt the same. What Amunet was doing to her was transporting her to erotic places that no one else could touch.

The women kissed again, a gentle kiss that soon became hot and angry, a struggle for domination. Their bodies began moving together, clits stroking, stroking, pure pleasure radiating from their luscious flesh. The day was young and there was so much more to do to each other….

Epilogue I

Amunet and Daphne spent the entire day in bed, devouring each other’s bodies in every way they could imagine. Daphne knew that she should be exhausted, but being with Amunet fed her sexual energy and pure lust in a way she had never felt before. She could tell the demon was not feeding off of her; part of her wondered if the reverse was true.

When the sun finally set, the naked women left the bedroom and made their way down the great room. There, they turned on the fireplace and fucked each other senseless on the rug before the raging fire, ruining yet another expensive carpet. Around 1:30 in the morning, they made their way down to the game room in the basement. They ravaged each other for the rest of the night.

At 6 AM, Daphne and Amunet lay side by side on the pool table, which had become their arena for the night. The surface of the table was wrecked too, saturated with their sweat and cum. Daphne did not care. Nothing mattered except fucking Amunet. Everything else could be fixed.

The women were pressed close, Daphne draped over Amunet, pressed into the demon’s side, their thick tits kissing, Daphne’s leg thrown carelessly over Amunet’s limbs. They were panting, enjoying the pungent smell of the other. After more than a day of hot, relentless sex, they were both covered in each other’s scents and fluids and both women loved it.

“You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” Daphne whispered to her lover.

“Of course,” the demon replied. “That goes without saying. What is more remarkable is that I can honestly say to you that you are the best fuck I have had in hundreds of years. Maybe the best I have ever had, too, though my memories are a bit hazy.”

“You’re such a bitch,” Daphne smiled. “I don’t want this to end. I want you to come back. I want you to keep coming back.”

Amunet stretched on the table, her big tits pressing against Daphne’s arm, which was thrown across her chest. “Many have said that to me over the centuries. This is the first time I can say that I plan to come back and enjoy you, enjoy your body, just as you enjoy me. I have no desire to feed on you. Oddly, I’m not even sure that I can.”

Daphne shifted and crawled on top of the succubus. The women moaned together, both feeling the heat of lust as their bulbous chests crushed tight. The heat from their crushed tits radiated down to their aching twats, rekindling the hunger between their legs.

“I have to go,” Amunet repeated, her green eyes searching Daphne’s blue.

“Do you really have to go?” the brunette asked, her hunger growing with every moment.

Amunet hesitated. “No,” she whispered, pulling Daphne’s face down on her, drawing the beautiful woman into a kiss.

Daphne broke the kiss after a minute. The women were ravenously hungry again, their lust rejuvenated, their need for each other setting their loins on fire.

“You belong to me,” Daphne growled, her eyes glowing with desire.

“You belong to me, woman,” Amunet growled back. Her rage against her status as a demonic slave briefly resurfaced.

“We belong to each other,” Daphne amended, her desire flaring beyond all control.

The succubus nodded, then kissed her again. “Let’s settle who belongs to who,” the demon purred.

“What do you have in mind?” Daphne murmured, sitting back on the pool table, spreading her legs, displaying her succulent cunt. Her burning pussy dripped juice on the felt surface. Her fat tits felt swollen with heat.

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something,” Amunet grinned, her swollen twat closing in on Daphne’s fuckmeat like a predator. Daphne smiled and surged forward to meet her lover.

Two days later, Daphne finally staggered out of the game room. Her body was completely ravaged, covered in bruises and love bites, scratches and the imprints of hands. Her pussy felt unbearably raw and her tits ached and her nipples were incredibly sore. The beautiful woman pulled her naked body up to her bedroom where she finally passed out, more exhausted and more sexually satisfied than she had ever been in her life.

Epilogue II

Diana was gratified to see Daphne enter the shop. The brunette woman looked fantastic. She was dressed in stylish jeans and a leather jacket which did little to hide her remarkable figure. She was glowing, almost radiating sexual power and health. After a moment, Diana’s smile faded away. As her mystical senses got a fuller bearing on the gorgeous woman in front of her, the sorceress realized that her impression that Daphne was radiating sexual power was not just a metaphor. The woman really was generating some kind of supernatural power, something she had not done before. Moreover, Diana knew where she had seen this kind of thing before.

“Daphne,” Diana began. “It’s so wonderful to see you! How have you been doing?”

“Oh, pretty well. It’s good to see you too, Diana.” The brunette reached behind her neck and undid the clasp that held the silver chain and the amber pendant. “I just wanted to return this to you. I don’t need it anymore.”

“Oh?”Diana asked, taking the charm. “Why is that?”

“I’ve found a new lover, someone who can meet my sexual needs without the help of the pendant. She and I have decided to become exclusive. Well, kind of. We both step out on each other every now and then, but we let the other one know.” Daphne smiled and Diana barely stopped herself from staggering under the power of the woman’s erotic charm.

“She sounds wonderful. I’d like to meet her sometime, if that’s possible.” The beautiful sorceress smiled her most winning smile.

The two women locked eyes. Neither was fooling the other at all. They both knew exactly what was happening, what had happened, even if Diana was very confused about some of the details of how.

“I’ll check with her. I think she’d like to meet you and I’d love for the two of you to get along. But I think we should meet someplace neutral.”

Daphne stepped a bit closer to her friend. “Diana, I’m really happy right now and I’m not in any danger. I’d be really happy if you promised not to cause problems.”

“I need to meet her and assess the situation before I can make a promise like that, Daphne,” the sorceress replied. “You are a friend and I have responsibilities.”

The brunette backed up and nodded. “I understand. Well, we’ll see about that meeting.” She turned away, heading back to the door of the little magic shop. “I’ve got to go. I’ve got an appointment. But I will be in touch.” She waved as she went out the door.

Diana frowned deeply as she stared at the charm in her hand. After a moment, she started going around the shop, reinforcing the wards that were already there. It never hurt to be cautious.

Epilogue III:

Daphne woke up from a deep sleep. The chime on her phone was going and had probably been beeping for a few seconds. She turned it off, then took a moment to clear her head. Already, she felt her body getting hot. By the time she rolled out of bed, her breasts had started to swell, her nipples thicken. A pulse began in her clit.

The nude woman made her way through the dark house, her bare feet almost silent on the wooden floors. She left the bedroom, walked down the stairs, passed through the great room, and descended into the pitch dark basement. She made her way through the dark to the game room and entered. It was pitch black inside the room too, but she made no move to turn on a light. Instead, she stood silently a few meters inside the door, her senses alert to the blackness around her.

Daphne smelled the faint whiff of brimstone, something she now knew indicated a teleportation portal had opened in the room. She listened for the sound of breathing or movement. An instant later, she sensed movement and heat coming up behind her. Heavy tits crushed into her naked back and an arm slid up her torso until a hand groped and squeezed one of her own massive tits. The other hand slid down her taut, smooth belly and buried itself in her slick, hot cunt. The fingers stroked her pussy lips and probed deeper, teasing her swelling clit. Daphne gasped as the shockwave of pleasure rolled through her. She reached behind her and seized the succubus’ succulent thighs. She turned her head and Amunet locked her into a lustful kiss. Daphne turned herself around and Amunet let her, both women wanting to feel each other tit to tit, belly to belly. Their ravenous mouths locked in a deep, hungry, passionate kiss and they moaned in shared delight as their naked bodies met head on. Their arms wrapped around each other and their legs twined. The nude women fell to the mats that had been set up in the center of the room for exactly this situation.

They rolled back and forth on the mats, their naked bodies writhing and rubbing, both women intent on feeling every inch of the other. Amunet and Daphne both wanted the top position, neither woman was comfortable being in the subservient role. However, Amunet eventually managed to pin her brunette lover to the mat. Daphne accepted this and spread her legs wide in acquiescence.

“God, please,” Daphne moaned. Amunet eagerly complied and, an instant later, the women screamed out in shared ecstasy as their clits came together, as their bodies flowed into one, as raw pleasure enveloped their struggling, writhing bodies. The room filled with their cries and screams, with their howls and grunts, and the sound of hot, wet pussy slapping and sucking. More than an hour later, the women screamed at the top of their lungs, sharing a chain of multiple orgasms that took almost 15 minutes to finally abate.

Panting in the dark, soaked with sweat and cum, Daphne and Amunet held each other, letting their bodies rest until they were ready for the next round. Daphne nuzzled her lover and the demon kissed her back.

“How long can you stay?” the brunette murmured into her lover’s neck.

“As long as we need each other, as long as we need to satisfy both of us,” the succubus replied breathlessly. She had come to regard these liaisons as indispensable and she was already feeling the rising heat in her loins.

“Good,” Daphne purred. She rolled her lover over in the dark and mounted Amunet. Her blue eyes shone in the dark with their own glow, a pale reflection of the demon’s blazing green eyes, but growing stronger all the time.

The women smiled at each other again, their hunger growing out of control.

“You belong to me,” Amunet whispered, her eyes blazing with lust.

“You belong to me, too,” Daphne replied. Her blue eyes flickered in the dark. The women smiled again, and set about satisfying each other’s deepest desires.

The End

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