The following is a short story written by Tom A Schafer, an online author.
[[Image:TongueSuccubus.jpg|thumb|right|250px|Tongue of the Succubus eBook Cover, written by Tom A. Schafer.]]
'''Tongue of the Succubus''' is an eBook written by Tom A. Schafer. In this work, one of the main characters is a Succubus. This work originally appeared in 2008 on the Author's Den website and was released as an eBook in 2012 on Amazon. That release had the title of the work misspelled as '''''Tounge''' of the Succubus''.
== Overview ==
*Title: Tongue of the Succubus
*Author: Tom A. Schafer
*Published By: Amazon Digital Services
*Length: 3,500 Words
*ISBN: B009AML6GQ
*Publishing Date: September 13, 2012
== Tongue of the Succubus ==
== Plot Summary ==
By Tom A Schafer
Thomas sleeps and in his dreams comes a Succubus...
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The emptiness of the night called out to Thomas Thorne, whispering through his brain, and once again keeping him from sleep. His mind had spent the last few hours stewing over endless plot-lines and character notes that constantly seemed to be swimming inside his head. All of them seemingly forgotten by morning. This was the reason why he usually drank before bed...
But not tonight.
Tonight there was something different in the air. A sort of force that seemed to be surrounding him, enveloping him, drawing him closer to something that he did not yet understand.
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An eagerness tingled up his spine. One that he had not felt in many years.
Thomas rolled over onto his back. Instinctively, he felt the urge to gaze to the foot of his bed. There, leaning over it, hands spread flat on the edge, stood the most beautiful woman that Thomas had ever seen.
Long, black hair flowed down a flawless body, covering most of her breasts. Her large, seductive eyes glowed with faint, red pin-points in the centers of them, lending her iris’s a light blue shimmer. Her skin was without blemish. Smooth, pale, perfect. It looked as soft as that of a baby. A thin wisp of nearly transparent, red lace, hung around her waist like a loincloth, obscuring Thomas’ vision, but only vaguely. Less was left to the imagination than what remained.
Thomas’ eyes dropped below the devilishly erotic shield, down to a pair of long, slender legs adorned with black, thigh-high stockings. Through the thin nylon illusion, Thomas could make out a series of markings that stretched from just above her knee, up to her thigh. Black stripes, similar to that of a leopard.
Thomas’ attention was drawn back upward. He felt his passion rise up inside him as the woman lowered her head to the point where she almost had to be looking up in order to see him. Then she bit the bottom of her lip softly, and smiled.
Long, black fingernails slowly tightened around the white covers.
Thomas’s breath left him as his arousal grew.
Handful by handful, she slowly pulled the covers away from him, as if she were scaling an enormous wall, suspended several hundred feet in the air, and the slightest miscalculation would send her hurtling toward sure death.
He had to touch her...
She licked her plump lips as she let the covers land on the floor.
Thomas found himself both speechless, and paralyzed, as the woman brought her right knee up onto the bed, then the other. His heart pounded in his chest as she crawled ever so slowly toward him. He was far beyond arousal now. He was almost near orgasm.
Still, she came.
Crawling.
Eyes, longing for him.
Lips pouting, then tongue licking them. Followed by a small nibble at her bottom lip.
All for him.
All for him....
Thomas groaned as her right hand came out and grabbed him by the ankle, yanking him back a few inches, toward her. Her left hand slid up his right leg, and he moaned with pleasure as she began to kiss her way up his leg.
Her hands were so soft, softer than that of a newborn child, almost softer than a feather.
She closed in on him, those dark fingernails pulling her toward his flesh, toward his manhood.
She could taste him. He belonged to her. With a simple flick of her wrist, she reached down and pulled the red veil away from her waist.
Thomas sighed. It had been far too long. No matter if it were a simple dream, or not.
"Thomas," the woman whispered, "I ache for you..."
To Thomas, it was not merely a whisper, it carried with it the harmony of a million angelic harps, subtly reinstating their master’s thoughts with their soft, dark music.
Thomas moaned as her right hand gripped him firmly. Her eyes bore into his, and those lips . . . those luscious, perfect lips, closed around him.
He could feel the heat of her breath enter his body...
All those years, all those long, lonely nights, seemed to have been vanquished in an instant.
She rose, and then fell upon him, repeatedly, until he was about to erupt. And then she rose once more, and was finished with one final, gentle licking of her tongue.
Thomas was poised upon the brink of oblivion. The slightest touch, the slightest breeze, would have sent him teetering off. But the woman, carefully avoiding the volcano of man’s dissent, scurried to his side. She wrapped her sharp, dark nails through his hair, throwing one leg over his, as Thomas moaned loudly.
"Do you want me?" She whispered into his ear, as her lips and tongue reached out, toying with it as if it were a piece of the finest meat the world had to offer.
Thomas managed a feeble nod. He was now somewhere between oblivion and paradise. And he could care less of which place he was the closest too.
She leaned over, and her tongue stretched along his skin, until it found its way to his nipple. Toying gently with it for a moment, she quickly pulled herself away, and licked her way back up to his mouth rapidly.
A billion fantasies exploded inside Thomas’ mind. But he could not keep them straight. They flooded together, like billions of tiny damns that had just exploded in front of his eyes. His heart pounded as if about to explode with the rest of him. And the soft sound of rain began to descend from the night sky around him. Accompanied by small, quiet echos of thunder.
"Yes . . . " Thomas whimpered as a louder crash of thunder erupted overhead. "Take me..."
A purple flash of lightning lit up the room. But Thomas could not see it, his eyes were now shut, closed by the strange subtleties of anticipation.
The woman straddled him; and; when he entered her, a wave of euphoria washed over him, the likes of which he had never before known.
""Oh god . . . " Thomas moaned, as the woman began to caress him with her innermost self.
Faster.
Harder.
Then even faster, and harder still...
And the intensity of the storm outside grew...
Until Thomas could contain himself no more...
He exploded inside her, erupting like some ancient volcano, long believed extinct. And the warmth that he had felt, instantly turned to coldness, as the woman sat up straight and ran her right hand across his belly.
"I love you, Thomas," the woman soothed, as she bent down and wrapped her arms around him, stroking his sides with those long, thick nails. Then she lifted herself up to a sitting position and bit her lower lip again.
Thomas turned his head to the right as his euphoric orgasm began to clear. His eyes opened and met the mirror’s gaze from the far wall. To his immediate confusion and discord, a set of violet, semi-translucent wings stretched out from the woman’s back, as she moved down to his waist, and licked him clean with an ominous smile.
Horror filled his body as the woman lifted her head and laughed.
"I will return for you, my love."
Thomas leapt forward, but the mysterious woman was gone. Vanished into thin air.
"What the hell . . . " Thomas said aloud, but no one was there to return his question. He gazed slowly around the room, his eyes finally settling upon the red, pulsating, numbers on the clock to his immediate left.
3 AM.
Thomas sat there, staring at the clock, as he tried to piece together the fragments of the strange experience, as they had already begun to leave his mind.
He glanced toward the foot of his bed. The covers remained off, which was not that unusual for him. He often had vivid dreams, and usually woke up coverless.
Thomas’ mind drifted off, as he suddenly felt entirely drained, his eyes began to shut without his approval.
And then he slept.
== External Links ==
== External Links ==
*[http://www.amazon.com/Tounge-of-the-Succubus-ebook/dp/B009AML6GQ This work in Kindle Format at Amazon.com]
*[http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewshortstory.asp?id=32218 The original source of this short story at Author's Den.com.]
*[http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewshortstory.asp?id=32218 The original source of this short story at Author's Den.com.]
Tongue of the Succubus eBook Cover, written by Tom A. Schafer.
Tongue of the Succubus is an eBook written by Tom A. Schafer. In this work, one of the main characters is a Succubus. This work originally appeared in 2008 on the Author's Den website and was released as an eBook in 2012 on Amazon. That release had the title of the work misspelled as Tounge of the Succubus.
