Succubus

No preamble given,
Just her teeth,
Clenched,
On my lower lip,
Her breath,
A desperate caressing breeze,
A counterpoint to pain.

Sharp nails,
Roam like a wolf pack,
Across my chest,
No chance to protest,
No prospect to resist,
Her will, an inferno,
My freedom, mere kindling.

Copper tang upon my tongue,
A smattering of ruby on her teeth,
A devilish chuckle,
Predator’s smile,
Canid delight.

Her hand, felling me,
With a demon's ease,
Spreading my legs,
Gripping me with her claws,
Moans of pain,
Groans of pleasure.

She claims me,
Draining my life,
With her practised mouth,
I could explode,
I should crumble,
But she keeps me,
Held in the limbo of her tongue,
On the tip of heaven and hell.

Without warning,
She mounts me,
Her sex an ocean of sensation,
Gliding dangerously over my hardness,
Attacking with wild force,
Beautiful and terrifying equally.

Breasts highlighted in candlelight,
Appearing as spectral orbs,
Captivating and mystical,
She is no woman,
Nor a Goddess.

She sucks from deep inside me,
Weakening me,
Yet making me beg for her,
Hurting me and saving me,
Driving me insane.

I release into her,
And her ruby eyes tell me she’s won,
As I feel my semen dripping down her thigh,
She smiles...

I awaken,
Drenched in sweat,
And near drained of life,
Praying for the next night,
Whilst dreading it.