The Black Betty of Back Road [MF] [Succubus] [Femdom] [Reverse Rape]

The tires screamed into the cool night air. The metal strained from the G Forces as the car drifted around the turn. I shifted gears, quickly pressing on the gas. The engine roared in anger, so I gave it more gas. We raced through the night, nothing around us for miles.

Her lips were wrapped tight around my cock, throbbing in sync with my racing heartbeat. Her tongue snaked around my shaft. Her head moved slowly, sliding her lips up and down while leaving trails of saliva.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed.

That’s when she slid my cock back down her throat. It was all I could do to keep from cumming. She held herself there, letting me feel the vibrations from her throat as she giggled. She slid back up, her lips popping as she left my head.

“Yes!” She approved, “Fight it. It tastes so much better when you boys fight back.”

Fuck! I can’t even fucking remember how I got here. I don’t even own a car! A stick!? I can’t drive a manual transmission! I never learned. How am I doing this? The wheel, the dashboard, the seats. This car has to be from the sixties or something.

Okay, no. Calm down. Try to look around.

This bitch beside me. She’s sat up now, leaning into me. Her hand has a firm grip around the base of my cock, stroking me a little. Her hand! Her fingers have… wedding rings? Every finger on her right hand has a golden wedding band. Her wrist has maybe half a dozen golden bracelets. Her other hand is coming around me, her fingers running through my hair. I can feel more bracelets. I can feel the rings… wait. One isn’t there. Her ring finger is empty. How ironic.

Her golden eyes have a faint glow. Her olive skin tone captivatingly contrasts with her long, fiery auburn hair. Her magnificent tits hang free, resting naturally low. Judging from how tall she is, I’d have to say they’re easily a DD cup. Both of her nipples are pierced with gold rings. My gaze trails further down, seeing a third gold ring through her belly button and a fourth through her clit hood.

You’re eye-fucking her! Focus! Her right eyebrow has another golden ring pierced through it. Both her ears are pierced with golden hoops. Five smaller golden rings are going up both earlobes. Her septum has a gold ring in it as well. That’s what, 39 gold rings? That has to mean something.

“Focus.” She squeezes my cock, “You’re the one driving.”

I can’t help but moan. Precum oozes from the tip of my cock. Her gaze suddenly shifted to my cock with a hungry look in her eyes. She took a deep breath in like she was smelling a delicious meal. She leans back down, putting her head back in my lap. Her tongue swirls around my tip before scooping the precum up.

“Okay,” I pant, “so you’re a succubus.”

She snickers, “Such an observant boy you are.”

I look down at her back, seeing tattoos. A green tail snakes up the middle of her back from just where the crack of her ass starts, then curls back down. Two wings take up the entirety of her back, but they’re not bat-like or even dragon-like. Leaning down for a closer look, they’re feathery with brown, white, and black patterns. The snake tail lines up, but owl wings?

“Who the fuck are you?” I ask without thinking.

She hums, “My name is Kali.”

“Bullshit.” I retorted.

“Fine,” She shrugs, “My name is Odem.”

“No, it’s not.” I fire back, “Demons never give you their real names. That’s like willingly giving up control over yourself.”

“Mmm, such a smart boy you are.” She teases.

She slides her lips back down the shaft of my cock. I can’t stop moaning as she returns to sucking my cock. She’s incredibly talented at this. Probably with a few millennia of practice under her belt. If she makes me cum, she’ll get my soul along with the fat, juicy load of semen she’s worked up in my balls.

I go back to the facts again, focusing on that to keep from cumming. Thirty-nine golden rings. Red hair. Olive skin tone. Gold-colored eyes. The owl wings are what’s throwing me off.

“Hey, let’s make a deal!” I call out in desperation, “Let me pull this car over, and if I make you cum, you let me go.”

She breaks her seductive demeanor, laughing humorously as her head moves away from my cock. I’m nervous and desperate, which she knows. I’m trying to buy time while I figure out who she is, which I know I will. However, I’m not awesome enough to divide my attention between driving, my dick getting sucked, and demonic profiling.

“You’re willing to make a deal with the devil?” She asks with amusement.

I chuckle, “There are three fallen angels who make up what people call The Devil, and you’re none of them.”

She hums arrogantly, “I should know. I’m married to all three of them.”

My eyes go wide as a smirk grows up the side of my face. I feel my body move on its own, hitting the brakes and the clutch. My hand grabs hold of the shifter as the car screeches to a halt. She sits up, leaning against the back of the bench seat as she looks me over more. With my body under my control again, I shift to face her.

She snickers, “You’re so confident all of a sudden. Who are you, exactly?”

I quietly offer my hand for her to shake. Instead, she takes hold of it like she’s royalty, kissing the back. The smirk on my face grows wider, no doubt making me look cockier. At this point, I don’t care how I look, especially pantsless with a hard cock glistening in demon saliva.

“Rick.” I start, “Gibson, but they call me Detective Spike in certain circles.”

“What?” She laughs loudly, “What a ridiculous name. No one calls you that, whoever ‘they’ are.”

“Oh, you’ve never heard of The Darkbreakers?” I ask.

I turn her attention to the worn-in navy blue work shirt I’m wearing. I take the rolled-up cuff and turn my right sleeve towards her. The patch is a red triangle around a red biohazard symbol on a black background and a white ghost in the middle. I follow up with the black embroidered name patch with “SPIKE” in red lettering.

“Okay,” She looks on, “and that means what to me?”

I chuckle, “They’re the foremost experts on the occult, supernatural, and the control thereof. You’ve really never heard of them?”

She shakes her head, “Can’t say I have.”

“Then I’ll tell you what,” I add, “I’ll make this game easy for you. Not only do I have to make you cum, but I have to say your name. Your real name.”

She shifts her body, reflecting a superior position. The shine in her golden eyes, the smirk across her lips, her shoulders pulled back to show off her tits. She’s not subtle about me being the one sucking dick this time, albeit metaphorically.

“Okay,” She snickers again, “you’ve got a deal.”

“Thanks, your highness.” I quip.

She reaches over and grabs my tank top under my open work shirt. Pulling me towards her, she presses her lips to mine. I slide forward, wrapping my arm around her as I kiss her back. My free hand slides between us, finding her pussy. Along with being wet, she’s also warm. That’s not a common trait for succubi, like the owl wings.

I find her clit, rubbing in slow circles. She moans into our kiss, pushing herself against me more. Her tongue escapes her mouth and shoves into mine. Our kiss begins to morph into her tongue fucking my mouth, sliding her tongue around mine. The smell of sulfur coming off her begins to pick up.

I suddenly fall to my side, getting put on my back. The seat folded neatly with the back seat, forming a makeshift bed. Lilith doesn’t waste any time climbing on top of me. Her shins pin my arms above my head, her pelvis hovering above me. She doesn’t give me any time to appreciate the creative ingenuity of the car-bed.

She doesn’t say a word, preferring to sit right on my face. My nose is pressed into her auburn pubes, confirming she’s a natural redhead. I don’t waste any time as I work my tongue through her labia, mapping out her pussy by memory. Once I find her clit, I start in with the teasing and torturing. Her fingers gripping my hair is all the approval I need. However, her moans of deep satisfaction are a welcoming bonus.

Meanwhile, I divide my attention. I can eat pussy and do detective work. I’ve done it before. However, instead of pondering on the owl wings, the golden rings, or the aberrantly steaming hot pussy. I have another question in mind.

How the fuck did I get here?

*Hey! First time posting here, and I really wanted people to read this. It isn’t finished yet, I’m having a bit of writer’s block. I have two more parts and plan on having 3 or 4 more after that. However, the second part doesn’t have any erotica after that. Wondering if I could post it here or not, but it’s part of the story anyway. This story is original, I worked hard on it (phrasing), and is inspired/a redo of a story I’d published beforehand. If y’all like it, please let me know and I’ll keep writing it!*

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