Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2022 16:22:23 +1300 From: New East Blue Subject: Bellamy Love, Sucker Boy - Chapter 1 Please consider donating to Nifty at donate.nifty.org -- any amount will help to keep this site running, providing and maintaining free erotic material for you to enjoy. ********* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are purely fictional and any resemblance to real places, people, or events is coincidental. The events that take place in this story are taken entirely from the imagination of the author, and have no basis in real life whatsoever. If you are not of legal age, please do not continue reading. If you are offended by the subject materials or it is illegal to consume such media where you are located, you are strongly advised to leave now. While this story has fantasy elements involving the existence of mythical creatures, it is intended to be an adult/youth story as it heavily depicts the (of-age) main character as having the features, appearance, and mannerisms of an underage boy, and thus implying the main relationship(s) in this story to be adult/youth in nature. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view this type of media content. ********* Bellamy Love, Sucker Boy -- Chapter 1 Bellamy Love sat in the back seat of the car, scowling with his little face in his little hands as he sighted a large sign declaring, See You Again Soon! Safe Travels from Edenfield, wishing that it was the case that they were leaving this dreaded town. In reality, he and his family were only just moving in, but into a house that was so far on the outskirts of the suburbs that they were basically located outside it. It was a mockery of sorts, having driven in from the other side of the town and being forced to pass by strip malls and bustling centres and a high school and lots of little shops and restaurants, all full of people, before being required to basically leave again, as if they were being taunted by paradise, only for it to be just out of reach. This was going to be awful, for he and his whole family all loved being surrounded by people, and having options of things to do and eat, and instead they were going to be in the middle of nowhere. And it wasn't as if they had chosen their new situation, for a lot of events had built up over time and then suddenly exploded all at once, which had prompted the government to put its foot down and send them off to somewhere where they could do less damage. They weren't criminals, however, or at least they did their best not to be. They were all lovely, law-abiding citizens, thank you very much, perfectly normal except for one tiny detail -- they were not human. As it so happened, about fifty years ago it surfaced that there existed a number of creatures that were once thought to be mythical, that had until then only been documented in story books and fairy tales. A number of activist groups had advocated for their rights and freedoms, and eventually many came out and lived amongst humans, no longer masking their unique sets of behaviours or appearances. This collective group of races were all colloquially known as Mythics -- despite their existence obviously making the name a complete misnomer -- and the Loves were part of that community. Though there were some avid protestors, most people became accustomed to the existence of the new races, whose abilities came in handy at the best of times. For example, half-giants (as there were very few full-giants, most of whom resided in unpopulated mountainous areas) had incredible strength, and elves had superior medical knowledge. Of course, the government returned the favour by registering them all into a database, in case of what they perceived as any bad behaviours -- even though Mythics had existed since the beginning of time with no issues! -- and subjected them to scrutiny that should be considered discrimination. Poor Bellamy, and the rest of the Loves, had been in a little misunderstanding, and because the government had such little patience for people who they thought they couldn't control, they were heavily encouraged to accept the government grant for them to uproot and move to a new place to leave all of that other shit behind. All because they were sex demons, Bellamy thought angrily to himself, and everyone wanted to fuck them. This far out of town, there was only one residential property every 200 yards or so, but one thing stood out to little Bellamy that made him think that maybe this won't all be so terrible after all, which was that each of these houses were all nice and large, thanks to several new wings being extended from the main core of the house, all very sturdy and nicely-built. Maybe Bellamy would have a room to himself far away from Mama and his siblings; some privacy was definitely needed in their household, and their previous apartment had been far too cramped to allow that. His hopes were confirmed when they came to a stop in the driveway of the biggest place of them all, a gorgeous, two-storey structure with a newly-built deck and even a balcony large enough to hold a party, a far cry from the one in their old apartment, which could only fit a succulent. The Loves all alighted, heading inside the fully-furnished home for the first time, where their moving boxes had already been delivered. They spent little time choosing their rooms, Bellamy immediately claiming the room in the new wing on the ground floor that extended to the back of the house and overlooked the forest and valley. It was the biggest, with a high ceiling and floor-length windows and a huuuuge Alaska King-sized bed, so it was obviously the best, even though his siblings said that they would never want a ground-floor room where anyone could walk in on them, even if it was all the way in the back. The little thing only snubbed them, running back to his new room to unpack his collection of dildos. "Babies, gather around," said Mama, at the end of the day. Her children crowded her obediently. Though all were unspeakably beautiful, none of them looked remotely alike, and that was because Mama gave birth by taking the sperm and egg of two humans she liked and incubating them inside herself. They were not genetically related, but they were certainly family by sex demon standards. Of Mama's three children (or, at least, of those who had not left home), there was Avery Love, the eldest daughter and a succubus, who was well into her sixties but looked no older than twenty-five, with the gold hair, tanned skin, and body of an Instagram model; Blake Love, an incubus, who was forty-eight, though looked like a muscular, six-foot athlete in his early twenties, with olive skin and dark hair. Finally, there was Bellamy Love, twenty-two, with smooth, bronze skin and short, jet-black hair, and whose existence defied all succubus expectations. Sex demons normally grew rapidly in the first few years of their lives, mentally and physically maturing to be able to attract mates to feed off, appearing much like a human 18-year-old in only five to eight calendar years (which made for exceptionally tricky laws around sex demon consent, considering sex was literally their source of food), and then maintaining the form of a human in their sexual prime for most of the remainder of their lifespans, which could be hundreds of years, or over a thousand if you were Mama. Little Bellamy, however, had yet to mature. It had taken him 12 years since birth to reach his current size of five-foot-nothing, and he hadn't grown since. The young succubus was little all around, with little hands, little feet, a little nose, big eyes with long lashes, and a childish temperament, which meant he was constantly assumed to be much younger than he really was, by Mythics and humans alike. The youngest blamed his stature on not being allowed to feed properly; immature succubi can drain the full life-force of a human, killing them just from minimal contact, but this was something they learned to control as they matured so they were able to syphon small amounts of energy and leaving their meal alive. Bellamy, however, had an unnaturally large appetite that seemed never-ending. He had never managed to do much more than peck old men on the lips or lick a cock before his meal would pass out from being drained of their energy, and with such little nutrition coming out of something so chaste, the young succubus was chronically underfed. His family had tried everything to feed him without killing men, from arranging bukkake parties to having his incubus brother Blake fuck him at the same time as he would suck someone off, but nothing had worked to stabilise his feeding. Within seconds of a man anticipating fucking his beautiful little bronze body, Bellamy would absorb all of his energy and then some, leaving him out like a light before the succubus could even see a drop of cum. Despite being a succubus, he'd never had a cock enter his fuck-hole besides Blake's, but that didn't count because as siblings, he offered no valuable nutrition whatsoever. Even worse, Bellamy had never cum before, or even turned into his proper succubus form. His family had to settle on bringing him leftover cum in used condoms to suck on whenever they came back from feeding. It was the reason that they bought Bellamy such a large collection of dildos and a fuck machine, even though masturbating for a succubus was as pointless as trying to swallow your own spit if you were thirsty. In order to stay healthy he needed to make sure he was stretched out every so often, but he dreamed of the day when he would finally get to feel a real, raw cock enter his tight little fuck-tract, or taste hot, fresh cum straight from a piss-slit without worrying about the safety of his meal. He was mostly the reason for their move -- the police had burst in on accusations of a paedophilic sex-trafficking ring, finding the little thing naked and crying, surrounded by a dozen naked men, all passed out cold. It had taken some time to prove that the whole thing was above-ground because he was a succubus, and at the end of it, the paying clients, made up mostly of politicians and high-end lawyers, had sued for not having been able to do whatever they wanted to a tight little succubus boy-pussy as they had been promised. It was a field day and a half for reporters, who were finally quieted by the police, but the government decided that the whole thing was his fault and that he should relocate to keep quiet that there were married governors who had derisively called sex demons and vampires a group of suckers in public (which was very demeaning), and then paid good money to fuck a tiny little boy-succubus cunt on the down-low. So here they were. Out in the boonies, with no one to fuck. "Let's all try and forget what happened and find our happiness here," she said, smiling. "Now, do we all remember the golden rule?" All three chimed in at once, "No one is to pursue anyone who is in a relationship, happily or otherwise, especially if they are married, unless all parties consent to involvement." "And Belle?" The youngest succubus pouted. "Bellamy is not allowed to fuck men without supervision." "Good," said Mama brightly. "Now let's all get on." Bellamy had been enrolled in senior year of high school (for the fourth time, since he was hardly ever able to attend classes), but he was far too prone to jumping the first man he saw if he became hungry enough, which was all the time. Mama and Avery were to establish a good supply of feed for him by bringing him leftovers before he could start attending classes, but that might take weeks, and until then, Mama had other plans, waking him up at seven the next day. "Good morning, Belle," Mama said, turning off his overheated fuck-machine and removing the eight-inch attachment, which was slick with the little succubus' ass-juice. Fuck machines were like pacifiers for immature succubi, teaching them to control themselves for when they took in a real cock, but she sometimes regretted buying him one a few years ago when she knew it would do him no good. It was heart-breaking to hear it running for hours on end as the young thing would whimper like a starving human baby sucking on a rubber dummy and fruitlessly hoping for some milk to come out. She really hoped he could find a nice cock soon, who could give him all the cum he wanted. "How are you feeling?" "Starving," the little succubus moaned, rubbing his eyes. "I want to have sex, Mama. Lots and lots of sex. With a hundred men, all at once." "I know, poor baby," Mama said sympathetically. "I'm going to try and bring home lots of cum for you tonight, okay? In the meantime, I've asked our neighbour to watch you during the day, just to make sure nothing happens to you." Bellamy buried his face into his pillow. "I'll just want to suck their cocks and then kill them by accident." "Hmm... he might be stronger than you think," she told him, patting her son's round bubble butt. "He built all the houses in this neighbourhood, including ours." The little succubus perked up. Maybe he could withstand Bellamy sucking on his cock, even just for ten seconds. He was dying to feel the sensation of a cock again, one that wasn't Blake's, as nice as his brother's nine-incher was. Mama took hold of the stopper between his fat little ass cheeks, easing out a thick silicon plug from his dripping fuck-hole. "Clean yourself up and put on some clothes while I wash these. I told him we'd be there at eight o'clock. I'll introduce you two when I drop you off before I go to work." Mama, however, was running late, as she usually did, and left Bellamy at the neighbour's house alone. He raised one hand uncertainly, and gave the door a knock, and when it swung open, he felt as though all the air had been knocked from his lungs. "Hello, little one," said his neighbour. "Nice t' meet ya." Normally, Bellamy would be upset at being reminded of his size, but the one who greeted him had all reason to call him little. He was a bear of a man, huge in every respect, towering over the young succubus at a height of 7'4", with broad, ox-like shoulders, shirt stretched thin over a wide, wall-like chest, huge, beefy arms lined with a mat of dark hair, and gigantic, tree trunk-like thighs trapped within a pair of pants. The huge man reached out a hairy hand the size of a baseball mitt, taking Bellamy's little one and shaking it firmly. The little succubus felt chills down his spine at the contact. He looked up to study the handsome face, the light brown eyes and the thick, groomed salt-and-pepper hair and beard. The man's features seemed human, but his size, his imposing, bulky presence, and that unshakeable aura all seemed to suggest that he was a Mythic, a half-giant to be exact. He was the first half-giant Bellamy had ever met, the little succubus in awe of such an incredible man that all he could do was stare with his mouth open. "Name's Robert Gray," said the half-giant, his deep, bass tones making Bellamy's insides thrum. "'N you must be the Love boy." The little succubus snapped from his daze. "I'm Bellamy Love. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Gray." Gray ushered him inside, holding the door open as Bellamy brushed past, but something made him halt, his eyes wide and his body quivering. "Somethin' wrong, little one?" the giant asked, nudging against him as he stepped to the side to close the door behind him. There. That was it. That incredible energy that he was picking up on, and it was coming from where his arm had made contact with -- Bellamy swallowed -- the bulge in his sweatpants, unmistakably a cock, a half-giant cock at that. He began to feel his little hole warming up and his stomach churn. Could this be it? Could this be the man he was looking for? Gray led him through his home and into the workplace in the garage. Everything in the house seemed larger than normal, which made Bellamy feel even tinier, but honestly that was fine. He liked the idea of being small in comparison to the huge, hulking half-giant; there was something about the difference in their size that made things all the more exciting. The half-giant's workshop was filled with tools and machinery of all shapes and sizes. He seemed to be working on a dining set, with the table and two matching chairs finished, a third in progress. There was also a little table set up for Bellamy, in front of a TV in the corner playing a baseball game, along with a pile of books and tabletop games. "Sorry, little one, I din't know how old ye'd be," the half-giant confessed sheepishly. "It's okay," said the little succubus, climbing onto his chair and pulling out his smartphone. "I'll just be on my phone." The half-giant seemed to want to say something but decided against it, lumbering over to his workbench. Bellamy watched him at work, staring at the curves of those gigantic, cannonball-like muscles as they flexed beneath his clothes. Occasionally Gray would turn to look in his direction, as if to check he was still alive, and the little succubus began to wonder if a Mythic, even a half-Mythic, could hold up better to being fed on than a human. Licking his lips, Bellamy turned on his succubus charm, and the moment he did so, the half-giant turned to look at him, staring a little more intently for a few seconds longer, before turning back to his work. This exhilarated Bellamy, who found that normally when he used his charm, men would be falling over themselves to rip off the clothes from his smooth, bronze skin. Perhaps, if he could up his charm slowly, he could find the sweet spot: just enough so that the half-giant would let him suck his cock, but not too much that he'd lose his mind, which would make Bellamy feed too much too fast. Throughout the day he tested this, increasing his charm incrementally. The half-giant almost seemed unaffected, but his stares would become more intense, and he seemed to come by a little more often, especially to reach for things on the shelf above Bellamy's table, where his crotch would be right at the little succubus' face-level. Each time, he wondered whether he could steal a lick over his pants, but he hesitated too much, and it would pull away. The half-giant offered him lunch, which he politely turned down. Succubi could technically eat human food, but it tended to mess up their tracts and it always gave Bellamy an upset stomach. He liked the taste of sweets, but he could never eat more than a jellybean at a time before he felt sick. Gray made himself a sandwich, Bellamy also wishing he could eat, getting hungrier by the moment. On the second day, Bellamy turned up in a shorter pair of shorts, and Gray in sweatpants. The looser fit allowed the little succubus to watch the bulge of his crotch swing as he moved, the large, hot shape leaning towards him whenever the half-giant needed something from the upper shelves, which seemed to be more and more often as Bellamy used more and more charm, until one time, the half-giant craned further, his shirt rising to exposing a thick pelt of coarse salt-and-pepper hair on his muscular lower abdomen, and the huge, half-giant cock swung forwards, smacking a startled Bellamy in the face. He gasped as it settled right against him for a second, and he felt his boy-prick stand to attention as he breathed in the deep scent of the half-giant's man meat before it pulled away. Bellamy wasn't sure if it had been intentional, but the next time it happened, it stayed longer, the half-giant pressing the big, fat cock even harder into his face as he stretched for something that seemed out of reach. Bellamy felt his eyes begin to roll as his tongue rolled from his lips, dragging along the material of the sweatpants as he nuzzled himself in. Suddenly, he felt a huge, baseball mitt hand on the back of his head, holding him firm against him. "Sorry, little one," said the half-giant from far above him, who seemed to grind the fat, flaccid cock back and forth right against the young succubus' drooling face as he continued to root around on the uppermost shelf. When the young succubus was finally released, strings of saliva stretched from his hanging mouth, the other ends joining to the bulge, which flopped and swayed as Gray walked away. Bellamy was sure that had been intentional, but the half-giant never brought it up. He was beginning to get frustrated that his charm didn't seem to be working, so on the third day, he turned up to the half-giant's house wearing his skimpiest clothes -- the tiniest pair of micro shorts, barely more than two inches wide, riding low on his hips and high over the cheeks of his tight, fleshy bubble butt, barely concealing his little boy-prick, and a tiny shirt he'd last worn when he was half his height, that showed the exact location of his nipples and finished just below his belly-button, exposing a fair amount of his smooth, flat tummy. His Mama said nothing about his outfit, too distracted by running late (again), while the half-giant stared long and hard at his innocent expression before letting him inside. On they continued, Bellamy watching as he worked, the half-giant staring back every so often and coming by to get something off the shelves. Still, despite the little succubus' charm at max, only stared, and finally, desperate to have a taste of the flopping adult man meat he had been nuzzling desperately at, decided to employ good old human seduction tactics by intentionally dropping his phone beneath the table. Gray turned at the noise, to which the young succubus dropped to his hands and knees, raising his round, fleshy ass high in the air with his knees apart, knowing that the crotch of the micro shorts would be barely enough to cover his smooth little ballsack. He slid forwards on the floor on his elbows, waving his bottom at the half-giant, moaning and gasping loudly as he took his sweet time stretching for his phone, which was well within reach. But there was nothing, no hands on his bubble butt, no fingers or tongue poking into his inviting hole, so he sighed, finally gripping his phone and shuffling out from under the table, ready to give up. Suddenly, a deep, low voice right behind him asked, "Ye need help, little one?" Bellamy yelped, jumping in surprise, hitting his head on the bottom of the table as his tiny teeth sunk into his lower lip, before one of his knees gave way on the floor, slipping from underneath him and causing the little succubus to collapse on the floor, crying out in pain. "Aw, yer bleedin'..." In a flash, the half-giant scooped him up in his huge, muscular, boulder-like arms, carrying him into the house and placing him gently onto his dining table before he went off to find the first aid kit. Bellamy was upset at his failed attempt, but as the half-giant took a seat in front of him to tend to his scraped knee, he felt like a meal laid out on a giant's table waiting to be devoured, and that had his little boy-prick standing upright in a second, tenting in his barely-existent micro shorts. If Gray noticed, he didn't say, but as he pried apart the BandAid, his brown eyes stared at him, sweeping every inch of the young succubus' body carefully. Bellamy bathed in his attention as he stretched his long legs, cranking up his charm to levels that would have meant instant incapacitation for most people. It was making him antsy just how unaffected Gray seemed, despite the obvious interest in those beady brown eyes, tracking his every movement, his impossibly large hands light and purposeful as he applied the Band Aid gingerly to his knee. Then, scrunching up the scraps of paper in his hands, he stood up from his seat and left the table, leaving Bellamy speechless. Had it been an average human, he'd be fucked senseless by now. It was unspeakably frustrating to have the Mythic of his dreams at his feet, all 7'4" of thick, beefy, bear of a man and Bellamy himself laid on a table like a feast ready to be devoured, and yet not even a single bit of skin-to-skin contact. It was making him quake, determined now more than ever to get what he wanted, and he was sick of doing it in such a roundabout way. "You know, my Mama always kisses my injuries to make them heal faster," he declared, failing to mention that his Mama's kisses had healing powers, and instead watching the beast of a man pause in his tracks. A shiver ran up his spine as the half-giant glanced over his shoulder, those eyes travelling up Bellamy's bare legs again. Up went the charm, more than he had ever gone before and then some. It was palpable, even to himself, in the form of a faintly sweet, musky scent that was making even Bellamy dizzy with hunger. Like a monster lurking in the shadows, Gray pivoted slowly on his heel, never once removing his eyes from Bellamy's. The little succubus could feel his breathing becoming more rapid, delight climbing his chest as he noticed Gray's chest hitching as well. He was doing impressively well to resist, but it wouldn't be too long now. He was already making a mistake by approaching Bellamy, in direct line of fire of his charm, sliding into his seat with an almost doggish look on his face. Beneath the trimmed salt-and-pepper beard, his Adam's apple rose and fell as his huge baseball mitt hands slid along the table on either side of Bellamy, as if ready to rip into him. Bellamy slid forward on the table closer to the other Mythic and raised his knee, dragging his foot intentionally along Gray's boulder of a bicep. Tilting his head downwards, he fluttered his lashes innocently, straining to keep from collapsing under his own pheromones, and murmured, "A kiss? It would make me feel so much better." A hand cupped his calf, his leg looking like the size of a wrist in his huge palm. Then, as Bellamy held his breath, Gray lowered his head, placing a kiss onto his scratched knee before releasing it, lowering his leg gently back onto the table. Bellamy could hardly believe it. His excitement was growing by the second. He had to keep the momentum going, or he'd miss this chance. Sliding a finger to his cut lip, he pleaded again, "And a kiss for this, too." Gray glared at him with such intensity, the succubus was sure he would say no, but he held steady, not once faltering in that deadly stare. "Yer lucky to have such a good Mama," Gray said, lowly, "but didn't yer Papa ever teach you yer manners?" "I never had one," Bellamy told him. Then, inching closer again, he slid his feet off the table, tracing them deliberately along Gray's thighs and settling lightly on top of his lap. "Maybe you'd like to be my daddy instead?" "D'you know what I am, little one?" Gray said, his voice a low, feral growl coming from deep within his chest. Bellamy licked his lips, his mouth flooding in anticipation. "You're a Mythic, Mr. Gray." "What sort?" "Seems like half-giant." "Right on. `N the other half?" The question caught Bellamy off guard. "Human?" It was the first time he witnessed Gray's smile, knowing and secretive beneath the thick beard. "Wrong. Guess again." "What'll I get if I guess it right?" "Ye'll get a nice, big, fat reward." "Mmmm! I like the sound of that," he said, licking his full lips. "And if I don't get it?" Gray grinned, flashing his white teeth. "As punishment, I can do whatever I like t' ya." The response was like honey to his ears, and it was only riling them both up further. Gray was hot. He was burning hot, impossibly hot, and he was only getting hotter -- and harder, the monster of an appendage rising to meet him like a dog nuzzling his hand for a stroke. Gray's hand shot out as if to shove him off the table and break the spell, and Bellamy refused to flinch. Instead of assault he was greeted by fingers beneath his chin, tilting his head up, the beast of a man pressing closer, his breath tickling Bellamy's lips, and that cock -- that gigantic fucking cock -- pressing at his ankle from beneath his sweatpants. At this distance, Bellamy could see that his eyes were not the light brown he had thought, but rather closer to orange. It was a captivating colour, so delicate it was almost out-of-place on someone of Gray's build. "Tell me, little one. Are ye gonna regret what I'm gonna do t' ya?" "The only regret I'll ever have is not making you do this sooner," Bellamy murmured back. "You're not making me do anything, little succubus," said Gray, smirking at the surprise in the pretty little thing's big eyes. "Turn off your charm. You've never needed to use it on me." And with that, Gray closed the final gap between their lips, and then suddenly they were kissing. It was not a tame peck that Bellamy had only ever experienced, not even a passionate movie-esque smooch. No, this was something else altogether, a battle of sorts, the need of a demon to feed on its prey against a beast who toed the line between playing with its food and swallowing it all up in one bite. The scene did not look human: the giant of a man hunched over a small figure, trapping it within immovable walls of muscle as he swallowed at its meal; and the one inside, a monster in its own right, holding his own as he lapped up the half-giant's advances with unnerving thrill, unable to believe that he was feeding -- properly feeding -- without anyone dropping dead, and on his face came a dangerous look of realisation that he could do anything he wanted with no inhibitions, and no consequences. Bellamy's arms were around his neck, pulling the half-giant closer, the rough, thick beard grazing his smooth, young face. He gripped the salt-and-pepper hair in his little fists as he wrenched him even closer, swallowing the tongue deeper into his throat, gasping in ravenous desperation. This was the first time he'd ever had the opportunity to truly eat. Mythics were built different, no doubt, and a half-giant, half-something else -- a mature one at that -- was like nothing he'd ever imagined. Gray pulled back, amused at the pout on the succubus' full lips, parted and puffy, strings of spit stretching between their extended tongues in silvery threads. Yes, demons always looked best like this, when they weren't acting so high and mighty, put in their place with a little taste of their own medicine. The half-giant took hold of the little one's shirt, and finding himself unable to peel off the skin-tight material, tore it clean off the smooth, bronze body, leaving the little thing as good as naked in his micro shorts, tented virtually open by his rock-hard prick to expose that round, plump ass, the pucker of his fuck-hole peeping teasingly from behind the inch-wide strip of material at the crotch. He looked like a meal and a half. Gray expected nothing less from a succubus, but there was something about this one, as compared to the few others he had encountered in his lifetime, that was unlike any other. There was something effeminate about his physique, not just the way the little one was posed with his head down and his eyes up, with one knee tantalisingly bent to barely obscure his prize; it was also way the body itself was shaped, neither stick-thin like a child nor muscular like a teen, his shoulders narrow, tummy slender, and waist cinched, but also with a subtle curve to his hips and meat on his thighs and arms, shapely and just plump enough to give him heft, something to grip, letting his palms and thick, calloused fingers sink ever so slightly into the firm but tender muscle beneath the smooth, bronze skin. Bellamy was exactly all of his sexual desires in one juicy little package. "Take off your clothes, too," the succubus demanded. Gray only chuckled. "I told you, little one, yer charm don't work on me." The half-giant opened his mouth, trailing his tongue up the little one's chest. The sensation of the rough, wet surface against his silky skin made Bellamy yelp in surprise, though it quickly turned into anticipation as it continued up his neck. The succubus' eyes rolled back into his head, from both the stimulation and the thought of that organ, as wide as his own hand and abnormally long, covering every inch of him, inside and out. It soon granted him his desires, travelling up his chin to slip back between his lips, the succubus in turn sucking at it lustfully. His head bobbed up and down to take in the appendage down into his throat, thrusting onto it over and over in a familiar manner, as if it had not been a tongue but something else instead. He pulled off, his chin and cheeks dripping in globs of thick saliva, only to rest his face against it as if absolutely enamoured by it, cuddling at it childishly despite not so long ago having treated like a sex organ. Gray could only observe in fascination at the listless look in his grey eyes, which flickered up to him, sparking as Bellamy's attention returned back to the present. "I want this in me," Bellamy demanded, sliding his hands up the handsome, bearded face and sucking again on the tip of his tongue. "I want you inside me." Gray withdrew his tongue, tasting the remnants of the succubus' sweetness. "Din't yer Mama never teach ya t' say please?" "I want this in me, please," Bellamy said. "Mr. Gray, didn't yours teach you not to play with your food?" Gray bared his teeth. "Well, then. If you insist." Before Bellamy could utter another word, the half-giant took the micro shorts in one hand and gripped it between his sharp, white teeth, tearing those also clean off those fleshy hips and spitting out the scrappy remains onto the floor. Bellamy was appalled at the destruction of his favourite pants, but only for a second, realising that with all his clothes destroyed, there was no running away, no turning back now. That dangerous grin returned to his lips, Bellamy not once objecting as Gray took hold of his ankles in his giant baseball mitt hands, raising his feet in a V-shape to expose his straining prick and twitching fuck hole. The half-giant dove in without hesitation, taking in the hard little cock into a mouth so big that Bellamy didn't even touch the back of his throat. Off the tongue went, slurping at the prick and hairless balls all at once as Bellamy screamed in delight, bucking up into him. Being sucked off had no nutritional value for a succubus, but it didn't make it any less enjoyable, especially if it was done by a huge bear of a man who was not only willing but eager to get a taste of Bellamy's hard little boy-cock. "Here, too," Bellamy demanded. Reaching around, the succubus grabbed hold of his round, fat ass cheeks in his little hands, pulling them apart. Gray was only happy to oblige, taking a second to marvel the hole stretched open to reveal an endless path of twisting pink succubus fuck-tract that burrowed deep into the tiny young body. Succubi were notorious for being able to take appendages of any size in an instant, but even with Bellamy loosened up by his own physiology and drooling with the succubus' natural aphrodisiacal lubricant, the young succubus' petite 5'0" frame meant that the tip of Gray's tongue alone was struggling to penetrate past the first two inches as it widened to its full size. That stopped neither of them, Bellamy eager to take in the writhing organ that was bigger than some cocks he had seen, and Gray keen to taste more of the irresistible essence of the young succubus, whose virile, musky sweetness, he discovered, became even more delicious the further in he went. He ignored the tightness and willingly wiped the memory of how tiny the little hole had been just moments ago -- barely a speck that a pencil could fit through -- thrusting his tongue rapidly in and out from between the bronze cheeks of the bubble butt, opening him up even wider, all the while slobbering up that sweet nectar seeping from the pink walls of the fuck-tract as if Bellamy was making it just for him. "Fuck! Fuck! Yes! Deeper!" The succubus could not have been happier, squealing as he arched his back and spread his legs further to give the half-giant better access into the private crevices of his body. He could feel his stomach churning as the tongue penetrated deeper, twisting and tunnelling in as if to make its home inside his ass as it searched for more nectar. Finding a limit to the depth of the fuck tract he could access, Gray begrudgingly withdrew his tongue, all five-and-a-half inches of thick, pink muscle snaking its way out of the succubus and flicking back behind those sharp, white teeth. Bellamy promptly collapsed, moaning at the sudden cold emptiness of his lower body as his gaping pink fuck-hole pulsed, as if in search for something else to stuff it. Gray rose from his seat to his full 7'4", the broad, ox-like figure towering over Bellamy splayed on the table. As had been requested of him some time ago, Gray removed his shirt in one swift move, tossing it aside to reveal his huge chest in full, slabs of muscle sculpted into a wide frame blanketed by a thick mat of coarse, salt-and-pepper hair that matched that of his bulky arms. Then, in what felt like the tensest moment of Bellamy's life, one giant paw-like hand slipped itself into the waistband of the sweatpants, jostling for the monster of a cock. He wanted to scream as Gray began to stroke it, the entire show concealed beneath the material of the half-giant's pants. Gray seemed to know what he was doing to the succubus, exaggerating each stroke so that Bellamy could gauge possibly just how long the meat-stick was, though with no indication of its potential girth. The succubus moaned, grinding his hips into the table. Losing all patience, he jutted out one foot, hooking his toes over the waistband and tugging it down, gasping as the half-giant's fist flopped into view, and with it the impossibly-sized cock, veiny, throbbing, uncut, fourteen inches long and as thick as the base of Bellamy's forearm, curved slightly upwards as if reaching up to greet him. Gray's tongue had been big, but this would be a whole `nother challenge, one that Bellamy was all too happy to face. The half-giant stepped forward, Bellamy instinctively parting his legs as the meat log swung in his direction. He could feel the heat radiating off it, its masculine scent rising to fill his nostrils as the piss slit at the end of its massive head wept fat droplets of pre-cum. Gray, and his cock specifically, was exuding sexual energy that Bellamy's entire being was picking up on, his whole body preparing to take in something that far exceeded anything it had encountered before. Bellamy could only stare speechlessly, his tongue hanging from his open mouth, his body shivering as his internal organs began to create space for the magnificent intrusion that was to come. Gray released his cock, grabbing the succubus and dragging him so that his hips aligned to the edge of the table. He took the little one's hands and held them at the back of his knees, pressing them apart against his chest. He noticed the absence of a response, but it didn't take a genius to glance at Bellamy's slovenly expression and know that he had lost the capacity for any rational thought, preparing to accept what was given to him. Smirking at the succubus' condition, he positioned his cock between the plump legs and slid himself up, nestling the rock-hard male meat along the young succubus' flat stomach until his hips met Bellamy's ass, the beercan-thick meat pole slathering shiny pre-cum all the way, dripping a pool onto the soft, fleshy, bronze chest. "How's this, little one?" Bellamy stared in awe, his eyes hazy, and his head emptied of everything else to process the implications of what he was witnessing. Gray held himself there the same way people hold shirts up to their bodies to check for its fit, letting Bellamy sample the weight and texture and size, checking just how much space that fat beast-cock would take up inside him. Then, like a salesman unhappy with his client's mediocre response, the half-giant proceeded to slide himself off, being careful to let the full weight bear down on that small body until the purplish cockhead lay against the succubus' hard little prick. Then, making sure Bellamy was watching, he slid himself all the way back up in one smooth thrust, his hips meeting that fat ass with a firm slap that sent him bouncing off, demonstrating just what fucking him on the inside might look like. The half-giant's hands pinned the small body down, the ass eventually settling again at the base of his cock as the piss slit spat pre-cum all the way to the parted, puffy lips from the force of his thrust. It was as if the taste of the pre-cum woke Bellamy from his self-induced spell; his eyes widened, his mouth forming a perfect little O as he stared down at the girthy, throbbing cock lying between his fleshy thighs, the appendage so large that could have been mistaken for a third leg if not for the bulging veins, the velvety sponginess, and the flared, purplish head dripping from the opening at its tip, compared to Bellamy's flawlessly smooth, plump, bronze skin. The little succubus began to reach for it but found himself unable, the huge, hairy hands clamping his own hands to the space behind his knees. Bellamy thought to speak, but all that he could hear come out was a string of panting groans, his wagging tongue dribbling saliva onto his chest, the clear fluid mixing with the pre-cum dripping temptingly just inches from his hanging mouth. In his desperation, his charm flickered on, willing for the large male meat to be inside him. He tried to swallow, but the flecks of pre-cum had activated all of the glands in his throat, flooding it unstoppably with an unsightly amount of drool. It was certainly a scene to behold to see the young, beautiful succubus out of his mind, held captive with his legs spread, trapped beneath the drooling, throbbing hog of a cock almost the size of his torso, pressed so firmly against him yet so far from his slobbering mouth or his gaping fuck-hole. Gray seemed to notice. "Ye like it, little one?" he asked, and feigned disappointment when all Bellamy could do was moan. The succubus' charm burst, though in both of their preoccupation, neither Mythic noticed. Gray, determined to tease the succubus further, slid off again, slower this time, and accompanied by the protesting wails of the young succubus, before thrusting their hips back together, harder than before. His cock bounced, slapping up and down onto Bellamy's little boy-cock and spraying him with even more droplets of delicious, savoury pre-cum that only made his disposition worse. What a waste of perfectly good cock juice! That bouncing would never happen if that cock was buried an inch below Bellamy's skin. It would be much safer kept there, draining into him, instead of dripping out in the open like this. "Ye got t' say somethin', else I might think ye want t' stop," said Gray sternly, to which Bellamy cried out again. "Nooooooo..." "No? Ye don't want me t' continue?" Grey said. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Bellamy said again, this time with the anguished shriek of someone facing the end of the world. Up again went the intensity of his charm, the half-giant almost noticing but brushing it off. "Mishter Gray..." "Hm?" The half-giant rocked his hips, this time only slipping back and forth a couple of inches in constant, little thrusts, scrubbing against the succubus' hot little boy-prick. "What d'ye want, little one?" Bellamy blubbered, struggling to keep himself together. "Ugh -- oooooh -- fu-fug me --" "What do you say if you ask someone fer somethin', little one?" "Fug me pleeeasshhe..." "Please who?" "Awwwww -- Mishter -- mish --" Bellamy's eyes had begun to lose focus again, Gray smirking at the way he was losing his head. He was such a pretty little thing, all wrapped up in such sincere, adult lust. It was such a beautiful picture that he wanted to keep this moment going for as long as he could. But the succubus wasn't having it, pushed to his limits having a humongous uncut beast-cock dangled so close he could touch it but still out of reach that every ounce of his little body had been putting every last bit of effort to get there. Gray's mistake was that he assumed that in his wisened age he knew everything about succubi, but he failed to realise that the younger ones were many times more dangerous than the mature ones he'd encountered before, because of how much energy they required to grow. Bellamy's need for the half-giant's corrugated, beercan-thick cock was becoming concerningly large, and both had failed to notice that his charm had been cranking itself up in proportion to Bellamy's lust, and it was all about to tip the balance of power. Half-giants weren't immune to charm; they were simply less affected by it compared to humans or smaller Mythics, but it was, after all, the dose that made the poison. Gray was about to learn what it felt like to be charmed by the full power of a hungry succubus, and Bellamy -- well, he was about to get exactly what he wanted. "Come on, little one," said the half-giant. "Please, who?" "AWWWWWWWW FFFFFFUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!! DADDY!!!!!" Bellamy howled, his tongue thick and silver gobs of spit spilling down his chin. "PLEASHE, DADDYYYYY!!!! FUCK ME, DADDY!!!!! FUCK MEEEE, PLEEEEEASHE!!!!!" Try as he might to resist, Gray found himself snapping to attention, dragging his giant cock off the little body and pressing the tip against the fuck hole, which had almost closed itself back up. Bellamy shrieked beneath him, egging him to press in harder, the hole puckering open and shut against his piss slit as if slurping up his pre-cum. All the while, it leaked copious amounts of that sweet, sweet fuck-juice, the opening growing each time it tightened and relaxed until it was large enough for Gray to press the very tip in, now also drooling uncontrollably, just to keep it from slipping off. However, that wasn't enough for Bellamy, who, one last time, screamed, "FUCK ME HARD, DADDYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!! FUCK ME NOOOOOOOOOOWWW!!!!" Unable to disobey, the large, hairy paws tightened around the succubus, and with a growl, the half-giant forced his monster-sized meat log through the sucking hole, powering through twist and turn of the tight pink tunnels of the succubus' fuck-tract as he snapped his hips forward with more force than he had ever used for anything else in his life. It would have been enough to throw Bellamy off him again entirely if not for the grasp of his own hands, trapping the little thing in his embrace until every inch of that hard, veiny, beercan-thick beast-cock had slammed itself deep into that gorgeous, fleshy ass. Gray held him in place as he tried to process what had happened, but all he could think about was how tight and hot the little succubus was, his skin and organs stretched thin around his gigantic, fourteen-inch, half-giant man meat, now buried almost chest-deep in hot little succubus boy-pussy. It was unlike any other hole he'd ever been in, this one lined with muscles that seemed to squeeze and stroke at him as if milking him for even more cock-juice than he was still dribbling. He was having trouble fathoming how this could have happened, or whether it even happened at all, the smooth, soft ass of the young succubus pressed so tight against the coarse, salt-and-pepper forest at the base of his cock that perhaps he wasn't inside the succubus at all, but rather, behind him, because after all how on earth could he fit inside a such a pretty little thing when the succubus wasn't much bigger than the humongous beast-cock itself? But it was unmistakably inside, as Gray could feel every square inch of the pretty little thing's hot, fleshy insides, which clutched at him as if testing out the new intrusion, and he could also see his own shape from beneath the plump, bronze skin, the previously-flat tummy now exhibiting a subtle but distinctly cock-shaped curve all along the tiny abdomen in which he rested. Bellamy, on the other hand, was in a different kind of shock. He had never taken in something so big before, all in one go, and he was absolutely certain that he would break, bursting apart as the seams of his body gave out against the strain of the sheer girth forcing each of his organs outwards or upwards, his whole anatomy rearranged for this colossally thick, half-giant fuck stick. If he sneezed, he was sure that fresh pre-cum would come out of his nose and mouth. It was so big, growing even bigger from the effects of his own aphrodisiacal secretions, its veins throbbing so strong and hot against the walls of Bellamy's muscles that it felt like a conscient organism all on its own rather than simply the monstrously large appendage of a half-giant, the twitching, throbbing pole of man meat invading his body like a parasite and taking all of his rational thought with it. He could not differentiate what was the cock and what was himself, his head occupied by the sensation of it living within him, and he was gripped with the compulsion that he should never let it leave. Even though his body was built to be a slutty cock-sleeve, he was still only an immature succubus taking in a mature half-giant monster cock, which was surely too much for someone of his size and age to take. Any hotter and Bellamy would burn from the inside out; any larger and it would take over him. At least it would be a good way to go, impaled on the gargantuan, ass-splitting meat pole of this huge, handsome, hairy, bear of a half-giant, the man of his dreams, and the cock of it, too. Bellamy prepared to lose consciousness, but instead he felt hungry, and that hunger was growing with every passing second that the impossibly large, fourteen-inch male meat lay dormant in his stomach. He realised that he had not met his demise, but rather, it was invigorating, a hundred -- no, a thousand times better than what he had ever imagined being fucked would be like, even though Gray was simply just... there. But, as one does when they had a nice, big cock in their butt, Bellamy got sloppy and lost concentration, and the moment he did that his charm wavered, enough for Gray to break away from it. Bellamy noticed immediately, but as they glanced at each other's eyes it was clear that that didn't matter, because Gray was in too deep -- literally -- and it would be a waste not to use this chance to ravage this eager little boy-pussy. "Yer a tricky little one," Gray told him, grinding their hips together, his fat hog twitching in the succubus' fuck tract like a dog straining against its leash. "Caught me off guard." "Maybe daddy needsh to punish me," slurred the young succubus hopefully. "Maybe yer right," said the half-giant, and with that, he slung his inhumanly-thick, fourteen-inch monster cock out from the whimpering succubus, the veiny, log of meat well-slathered in pre-cum and succubus juice as it emerged from the sucking hole, dragging himself out of that vacuum-tight tract so painstakingly that he threatened to turn the little succubus inside-out, until his fat, flared cockhead was stopped by the tightness of the little ass gripping hard at the beercan-thick shaft. Then, in one smooth move he shoved himself all the way back inside, eliciting a delighted squeal from the little one. "How's that?" Bellamy whined, happily stuffed with half-giant cock. "Awww yeeeeah.... Jusht like that, daddy... Your little bitch whore hash been shooo naughty..." "Ye get another one for that foul mouth o' yers," Gray said, fucking his oversized stallion cock into the tight succubus fuck-hole. "Awww yeeeeeeah.... Punish my shloppy shlut cunt!" Bellamy continued, his eyes rolling with ecstasy. "Break my fuck-hole open with your big, fat daddy cock! Make me your bitch-boy cock-shlave, daddy!!!" It wasn't clear to Gray whether the obscenities had been a ploy for more "punishment", because it seemed to come naturally to him, the words spilling from his full lips without an ounce of thought. Gray was naturally happy to dish out the beatings, pumping the full length of his veiny male meat in and out from between that round, fat ass cheeks. "Ye know, little one, yer reward is still up fer grabs," Gray said, his hips working mechanically. "Did ye figure out what my other half is?" Bellamy moaned, staring up at the powerful, muscular figure of the half-giant, wishing he could reach out and run his hands up and down that forest of fur sprawling across the wide, boulder-like chest. "In-incubush?" the pretty little thing panted. It was the most obvious guess, and the only thing on his mind, with how incredible that huge adult cock was. What a fantastic combination that would be -- size from giant genetics, and potency from incubus. Gray chuckled. "Naw. Wrong again, little one. Time for another punishment." To Bellamy's shock, the huge, hairy paws released his legs and hands, leaving the little succubus to hold himself open. But in a delightful turn of events, those giant, muscular arms scooped him up from behind his knees, his legs now splayed open hooked over the beefy forearms, as the big, hairy hands reached around to grab him by his tiny waist. Then with little more effort than picking up a stuffed animal, he hoisted the succubus clean off the table and stepped away clear from it. Before the little thing could comment, up those hips snapped again, the hands around him wrenching him downwards until the two met, hips against ass, with incredible force, making the little thing gasp. "Awww yeeeahhh," the half-giant groaned, his voice low, "ye like that, don't ya, little one?" "AWWW FUUUUUUCK!!!!" screamed the young succubus. "DADDYYYYYYY!!!!!!!" The massive male organ continued to piston in and out of the tight, sloppy fuck-tract relentlessly, bulldozing its way through Bellamy's petite little 5'0" frame like some fuck machine gone awry. But even Bellamy's fuck machine on the highest setting with its biggest attachment couldn't even begin to come close to the feel of the half-giant's real, raw, thick, fat flesh rod making a home deep inside his eager body. Gray could vary not only his speed and force of penetration, which thankfully he kept at maximum, but also the angle, which opened up different crevices inside Bellamy's fuck-tract that he had never known about before, which kept him guessing and eager for the next one to come. Gray took up space partly because of his sheer size, but also the way in which he fucked, building up a rapid, unwavering rhythm aided by gravity. Each time the hips rammed against Bellamy's bubble butt, the force of the thrust would send him bouncing upwards, off of that breathtakingly hard and large adult male meat, at the same time that Gray would draw himself out, winding up for the next thrust. The half-giant had timed his wind-up to match the apex of Bellamy's bounce, at that point only the flaring ridge of the fat cockhead lay just within the steel grip of his hole, so that when Bellamy started to fall again, aided by the muscular hands around his waist, Gray was already slamming himself upwards so that the tiny little succubus body would meet his hips again with bone-shattering impact, the huge, orange-sized, low-hanging hairy balls slapping at him, grazing the plump ass cheeks with the thick curls at the cock-hilt, driving that fleshy meat rod back into its new home within the succubus fuck tract. But that wouldn't last long, the thrust sending Bellamy back off in a rapid cycle, bottoming out each time, over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, not once letting up, the air filled with obscene wet slapping and squishing noises each time the bulbous cockhead crashed inside, landing in a new spot within him. If this was a punishment, Bellamy couldn't even fathom what the big, fat reward could be. Maybe he'd keep being naughty so that he'd have to take these brutal beatings, day and night, until he was completely subordinated to the half-giant cock. Bellamy was finally getting the cock he had only ever dreamed about, the energy pouring off it so abundantly that even the immature succubus' greedy little body, so used to being deprived of nutrition altogether, was having trouble coping with the energy that was being fucked into it. All of the succubus body's attention was suddenly devoted to the huge fuck-stick that ploughed through his eager fuck tract and raking in as much of what Gray could offer as it could. His body had gone completely slack, arms flailing and head flopping like a rag doll, eyes rolling, mouth and tongue once again hanging wide open and wagging, wet with hanging spit that swayed with each bounce of his body. His vocalisations were also completely nonsensical, consisting of a series of mindless squeals, moans, pants, and gasps that indicated that he had relinquished all control of his body to the influence of that incredible half-giant horse-cock. "Awww, yeeeeah, baby.... Ye love it, don't ya, little one?" the half-giant moaned, stretching up his thick, muscular thumbs to tweak at the hard little nipples on the little succubus' fleshy chest, marvelling at the way he could feel movement in the torso beneath the young thing's muscles in tandem with his strokes. "Ooooh, yeeeeeaahhh.... Yer so tight.... squeezing me like ye can't get enough..." "Ugh -- ugh -- ooooh -- ye-ye-yesh, daddy... give me more of your hard, fat daddy cock... pleaaaashe..." By now, the half-giant was fucking with such intensity, so quickly and for so long, that it was a wonder that he had not worn down Bellamy's body into shreds from the friction of his relentless thrusting. Both of them, normally so casual and effortless in their own ways, had been reduced to an inhuman state because of their animalistic sex, the huge, bear of a body pounding that monstrous fourteen-inch, beercan-thick, mature adult male meat endlessly into the quivering, squelching, fat little bubble butt, both of them covered in various fluids and groaning, one low and guttural, one high and delirious with delight. This whole time, the pressure had been building intensely, the nerves in the half-giant beast-cock and the pink walls of the tight, slippery fuck tract raw from constant stimulation, and both were ready to burst. "Hey, little one," the half-giant said, "ye got one more chance at a reward. Did ye ever figure out what I am?" Bellamy almost didn't process what he had said in his sex-fuelled haze if it hadn't been for those gorgeous bass tones. He wondered why the bear of a man was so intent on asking him, but he decided that he absolutely didn't care. Maybe the big, fat reward might be something nice, but the punishment was just too good to pass up, and he was far too caught up in being so full up for the first time ever. He was sick of having to use his brain, but he was also a little disappointed that he had been so focused on the colossal, rock-hard man meat violating his fuck tract that he had had no time to think about the handsome, hairy bear of a man behind it, the one who was fucking it into him so nicely. His grey eyes glistening in his disappointment, and the little succubus blubbered, "N-n-no, daddy! I'm sho shorryyyyyyyy..." "It's okay, baby..." Gray crooned, his lips pulling wide open to reveal a devilish grin of sharp, white teeth. "The answer is werewolf." "Ooooooooooh..." the little succubus moaned. It explained the beautiful hair all across his body, that long, twisting tongue, and those huge, powerful, baseball-mitt hands. "A-amazing, Mr. Gray.... I loooove it..." "Thank you, baby. Now, as yer punishment, I get t' do whatever I want t' ya, ain't that right?" "Awwww, yesh, daddy!!!" Bellamy cried, not in the right mind to realise the implications of what he could be agreeing to. "Punish me!!! Punish me real good!!!!! Make me your shlutty little bitch whore!!!!!!!" "Awright, little one, ye asked fer it," Gray panted. In what seemed an impossible feat, he squared his huge, muscular, tree-trunk legs, picking up speed as he fucked the young succubus body even more violently on his now even more enormous and painfully hard slab of throbbing, veiny beast-cock. "Always wanted t' do this, and what better than in a tight lil' tail like yers?" he huffed, to which the pretty little thing could only howl in agreement. "Brace yerself, little one... If ye like the size of a giant's cock, have a taste of how a werewolf cums." Then, when the fucking was at its fastest and hardest, suddenly the grip around the little thing loosened, not enough to let him go but just to let him bounce off his hips, the take-off rapid before slowing to a graceful, languid flight up along that glistening, well-slicked, beercan-thick shaft when suddenly, like he was snatching the little thing from mid-air, the hands tightened again, this time with a certain conviction, stubby nails sinking into the smooth, fleshy bronze body, wrenching the young succubus body down so forcefully that Bellamy didn't even have time to gasp. The strong, muscular hips snapped up at exactly the same time, the coarse salt-and-pepper curls once again meeting the fat little bubble butt, though this time with a heart-stopping, teeth-chattering, brain-draining, orgasmic force that could have crushed a non-Mythic individual. "Hhhnnnnnnnrrrrgghghhhh?!!!" Bellamy cried, his jaw clenched tight from the crash-landing as the succubus gurgled on the flood of spit in his mouth that flew from between his lips and poured down his own throat. Those huge, hairy mitts kept him down firmly, forcing all of the energy of the thrust directly into the eager little succubus ass, which seemed to trigger something inside him, his fuck-tract closing tightly around the achingly hot, forearm-thick male meat rod as if in attempt to fuse them together, filling him up with an incredible amount of energy that spiralled into every corner of his body. The little succubus lurched, his eyes opening wide to reveal that the whites had turned entirely black, and two little horns began to sprout from within his short, jet-black hair, no more than an inch long, revealing his more natural succubus form. Then, for the first time in his life, his hard, flopping, little boy-prick began to spit strings of milky white, bubbling from its tiny little tip, shooting along his tummy and the dense, thick fur at the base of the half-giant's cock. The girthy shaft of the huge beast-cock seemed to churn and flex against the now skin-tight, pink flesh walls before it exploded with thick, hot floods of half-giant, half-werewolf cum, pouring even deeper into the fuck tract, which contracted and squeezed as if milking the spewing glans, directing the cum even deeper inside. "AWWWWWWWWWWWW YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!!!!!" the half-giant groaned, his low-hanging balls drawing up and down in its hairy sack as it began to release its goods through the piss-chute, depositing it deep into the eager succubus. "TAKE IT ALL, BABY!!!!!!" "OOOOOEEERRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHH??????!!!!!!!" Bellamy managed, in shock of what the gigantic hog of a beast-cock was doing inside his young little succubus body. It felt as though he was blossoming like a flower -- or was he bursting, from the sheer volume of hot, thick, half-giant cum? But it didn't stop there. In the shock of the initial load of adult cum blasting into his body he had not noticed that the base of the half-giant's already forearm-thick cock had expanded even more, swelling just inside the little thing's tight ass-ring, pressing outwards against his belly, preventing that incredibly huge monster-cock from budging even a fraction of an inch inside him. Try as he might -- not that he would want to -- the little succubus would never be able to remove himself without risking turning himself inside-out, and wasting all of that glorious cum in the process. "Ye know how wolves mate, little one?" Gray wheezed. "When a male cums, the base o' its cock gets bigger, tying him t' his mate t' make sure all his cum gets inside and stays there." "Uuurrggggh?" Bellamy moaned, seizing up from the sensation of the jetting cum, his hand flopping against his lower belly, where sure enough he could feel the swelling against his pelvis, then ran his hands up his abdomen, feeling every twitch and twist of the belching half-giant horse-cock, almost passing out from happiness, believing it to be nothing but the best dream of his life. "'N fer us werewolves, the tie is both physical `n magical. No one ain't budging once this thing's inside ya. Not even the loosest ass." Gray licked his lips, grunting each time his balls drew up and spewed hot cum inside the tight young succubus fuck tract. "Ooooh yeeeeah. How ye like that, little one? My balls are full up so ye'll be here a half-hour. But since I ain't had a good fuck in years, it might be even more'n that." The half-giant looked down, pleased at having activated the little one's succubus form, but Bellamy was far too occupied to respond. Gray's gigantic, muscular structure relaxed, his broad, beefy chest rising and falling as he panted, carrying Bellamy in his hands back to the table, resting the pretty little thing on its surface. He watched the beautiful bronze body, splayed like a rag doll, limbs flopped aimlessly onto the table surface, black eyes unfocused and rolled back, and tongue hanging in a silly, open-mouthed grin, dripping streams of drool onto the table, moaning in ecstasy all the while. Each time his gigantic, veiny beast-cock blasted cum, the entirety of the young succubus' body would jerk tremendously as if electrified, mouth pulling into a delighted O-shape before falling slack into that grin again, shuddering in little spasms as the cum streamed through his fuck tract, awaiting the next delivery. Gray reached his huge, hairy, baseball-mitt hands, using one to stroke at the cute little boy-prick, sticky from succubus cum, as the other massaged the milky white droplets into the beautifully smooth bronze skin of his fleshy tummy, searching for the outline of his cock buried inside. It did not take long, for he could feel the flex of his unmistakable girthy, fourteen-inch horse-cock from inside the succubus body, which sent the little one's head tossing and his back arching off the table, moaning louder and jerking harder with each new load. He liked that response, so he continued, pressing and smoothing gently at the jolting, twitching body, as if masturbating himself from outside the little succubus, as he released the softening little boy-prick, flickering out his tongue to catch the rolling droplets on his fingers. And wow was it tasty! Gray had sampled some nice loads in his lifetime, but nothing was like the taste of young succubus cum: salty, sweet, almost subtle because of the little thing's youth, nowhere near the potency and musk of older, more mature men, but absolutely delicious in its own right. He wished he could suck the little thing dry if not for their fixed position. Young succubus cum was delicious, and young succubus fuck-juice sucked straight out of a tight little fuck-hole was phenomenal. The half-giant wondered what else he could taste, when he hunched his huge, muscular, ox-like frame over the tiny body, taking his pretty little face and turning it up towards him. Lowering his tongue, he ran it over the semi-conscious face, chin, cheeks, lips, and jaw drenched in young succubus spit, scooping it up from the smooth, bronze skin and from inside the gasping, open-mouthed grin. "Ooooh, yesh, daddy...." sighed the pretty little thing mindlessly, not objecting as the half-giant gently lowered his jaw open further for more of his saliva, the pink appendage scooping at every inch it could reach. "Aaaaaaaahmmmm...." Gray didn't normally care for spit-play but the succubus' drool had to have some sort of aphrodisiac that made this feel so right. The half-giant withdrew his long tongue, now with a nice mouthful of the little succubus' drool. That was delicious, too! Thick and very faintly sweet, tasting of youth, and mixing very nicely with the little thing's rich cum that he had not swallowed and the remnants of the ass-juice that lingered nicely on his mouth. What a nice taste it was, and all the while he was granted with the show of the spread-eagled naked young body still dry-orgasming from the continuous, steady belches of hot, thick, adult male juice pouring into the skin-tight fuck tract. He didn't look quite so nice cleaned up, though, so the half-giant gathered back up all the delicious saliva he had taken from the little thing and then some, prying that grinning little mouth open a little wider as he lowered his tongue in again, letting it all slop back in nice, big globs. "Ooohhggbllrrrgghhh," went the little succubus, sputtering as his body shuddered from yet another gush of hot, thick, half-giant cock-juice, the mixture of succubus cum and both of their spit gurgling out onto his little face. Deciding he looked even prettier when he was all covered in things, the half-giant let his half-werewolf tongue dribble the delicious mix all over his face and neck, travelling down and dotting it also in slippery globs on those hard little nipples, which sent the little thing into another bout of eye-rolling, body-wracking dry orgasms. With the last half-mouthful of his mixture, he lowered his tongue into the open mouth again, swirling the little one's tongue before sliding his own in and out like Bellamy had done before, finding himself slipping deeper and deeper into the moaning throat, letting saliva drip straight into the little thing's stomach, not even upset that spit he had so carefully deposited into his mouth before was sloshing out from his thrusting. Then, he found himself in so deep that he could close his mouth over Bellamy's, and like before, they were back to kissing, the half-giant sucking the spit mixture in the little one's mouth back into his own, before releasing it back between the full, glistening lips. There was something about this, where his enormous, fourteen-inch slab of man meat was shoved all the way into a tiny body while his tongue was deep in its mouth, completing a circle of hot pleasure. If his tongue had been the full length of a werewolf's, or his cock that of a giant's, he may have even been able to wriggle further in until he was joined up inside the tight little succubus vessel. He could have stayed like this forever, hunched over and all the way inside this stunning little cock-sleeve of a succubus, pouring his hot seed into a willing little receptacle, but even a magical cock-tie had to end. Finally, after forty-five minutes since the beginning of his orgasm, the spasms of his gigantic horse-cock had settled and the swelling at its base easing to its normal beercan-thick girth. Lifting his mouth off the little one's, who was still moaning in pleasure, he took one of the plump, fleshy thighs in each hand, lifting them apart to pull himself out. It was then he hit another unexpected roadblock, where the succubus' fuck hole, unstimulated for almost an hour, had assumed that the lovely bull-meat beast-cock was now its new occupant, and had sucked up all of his thick, wet cum and reabsorbed much of the succubus ass-juice, closing itself so tightly onto him, stretching out in a desperate grip as he tried to ease off, that he could barely remove a half-inch of his huge fourteen-inch male meat. "Little one, you're free to go," he said, but the pretty little thing only lay, whimpering with his eyes rolled up and a slobbery, satisfied smile pasted on his full lips, perfectly happy with how things were at that very moment. With the effects of the aphrodisiacal fuck-juice keeping him rock-hard and at his full girth and monstrous length, he had no choice but to either wait until the little thing woke up -- which may not be for hours, even tomorrow -- or find other ways to lube himself up and work himself out. He slid his fingers down the pretty little thing's throat, taking his time to slip in and out, waiting for the succubus glands to ooze until he had a nice palmful of succubus drool, then, carefully holding the plump ass, reached between them where they were tightly joined and applied the succubus saliva liberally onto the exposed half-inch of cock, sliding balls-deep in and out of the ass-ring to get the spit inside the fuck hole and spread it. But that was hardly enough, the puckering ass-ring clinging stubbornly at his beercan girth and refusing to let up more than another half-inch even after all that work. Back to the little thing's throat he went, scooping out some more drool, all the while grinding himself in and out to loosen the ass-ring where possible, before swirling on another layer of succubus spit. Once again, he fucked his inch of lubricated cock in and out of that plump, round ass, one dozen, two dozen, three dozen times to spread around the spit, but again he was only granted with another half-inch in total. Back to the start he went, his hips moving constantly against the round bubble butt as he coaxed out more succubus drool for the male meat trapped in the young succubus' hot, tight fuck tract, working with painstaking patience: throat, cock, fuck, throat, cock, fuck, little by little, until he could roll his hips smoothly in and out of a nice six inches of his fourteen, which was where he approximated his cockshaft was thickest. Six inches was enough to build up a nice, smooth, steady rhythm, the half-giant holding open the plump thighs as he observed his progress, rolling his hips gently against the fleshy bubble butt, angling his penetration this way and that to wake up the fuck-tract and ass-ring again. It took everything for him not to build up his speed and start breeding the hot little thing again, knowing he would never get out of the succubus if he were to lose himself, instead fucking Bellamy deeply but slowly, until little body awoke at the idea of a second meal, the fuck-tract pulsing again as the tight, puckering hole began to squeeze, indicating the starting of its opening process. In and out the half-giant went, maintaining a steady speed and force, knowing that the process would be slower since it had had such a good fill a little over an hour ago. Still, he kept at it, amazed that the young succubus, now obviously unconscious, was still reacting physiologically to the thrusts with happy little gasps that sounded very much like any wide-awake person having sex. "Ugh -- ugh -- ooooh -- yeeeaahhh-ah-ah-ah-ahhh," Bellamy moaned, but the half-giant knew he wasn't awake as those beautiful grey eyes never once looked to admire his hairy, hulking ox-like body, or watch the colossal fuck stick pumping in and out of his tight little fuck hole like it had done before, and he didn't call him daddy. He missed that about the little one, but now was not the time to reminisce on the incredible, beastly sex from before. With time, the pink, fleshy walls of the little succubus' fuck-tract began to supply him with fuck-juice again, though the engorging power of the aphrodisiac inevitably slowed his progress. Eventually, he had worked himself almost all the way back out, but the little thing seemed adamant not to free the bulky flare of his cockhead. Leaving him with no choice, he pinned the plump thighs wide open, fucking the little thing hard and deep again with the full length of his huge, thick shaft. He watched as Bellamy's head tossed back and forth, the expression shifting from peace, to delight, to pleasure, to excitement, to urgency, all the while the little thing still unconscious, only making vague noises that matched his many expressions. Almost forgetting the purpose of his fucking, Gray waited until the whole length of his incredibly thick, veiny beast-cock had been properly lubricated with that incredible succubus fuck-juice, the entrance to the fuck-tract squelching and slurping, his length sloppy and flinging strings of goo across his thick forest of hair and muscular, pumping hips, and painting silvery webs across the fleshy, bronze skin of the little one's plump thighs and ass. Then, summoning up all of his self-discipline not to start properly fucking the young succubus again, he stepped away from the table on his next exit, the fuck hole for a second refusing his departure as it clutched firmly at the underside of the cockhead, but the fuck-juice was far too efficient of a lubricant, and Gray finally pried himself from the fuck hole, his whole enormous, textured bull-meat cock clearing the sucking ass-ring with a wet, squishy POP, the fuck-tract spewing what seemed like a whole pint of gloopy, silvery fuck-juice onto his cock and down the succubus' spread hairless ass-cheeks, the gigantic adult beast-cock springing up at its release to sling fuck-juice all over them both, and leaving the little thing's gaping fuck-hole pulsing, as if panting from the struggle to retain its prize, disappointed at its loss. The half-giant lifted up the fleshy thighs, taking a moment to check the little thing for damage. It was nothing but a pretty sight, the lovely little succubus prick now drooping in exhaustion, draped across the hairless perineum, and the puckered fuck hole still nice and taut despite gaping wide open from its brutal beatings, over two and a half hours in total, and the pretty, silvery strings stretching across the endless tunnel of pink folds of his fuck-tract. Gray resisted the urge to bury his tongue inside the fat little bubble butt, knowing that he would never stop if he got another taste of what was inside that juicy ass again. Instead, he settled for licking up the copious amounts of fuck-juice smeared along the bronze thighs and ass, looking longingly one last time into the beckoning gape of the little thing's slowly-closing fuck-hole before lowering him gently back onto the table. He stood back, observing the damage as he wiped his slowly deflating monster-cock clean and tucking himself back into his sweatpants. He regretted having torn apart all of the young thing's clothes, because now, even unconscious, he had the very telling expression of having been well-fucked, as well as a sloppy fuck-hole, and his shift into his succubus form. He had known that he was a succubus the moment he laid eyes on the pretty little thing, and even though he didn't care for such young-looking partners and had stopped pursuing sexual relationships long ago due to his oversized beast-cock turning away partners, he had felt an awful urge to fuck the little thing, but resolved not to, because of how small the poor thing was, and that he had promised the little one's Mama to take care of him. How was he going to deliver the little thing back to her, and explain why he, a mature Mythic normally with very good self-control, had spent well over two hours buried balls-deep inside that incredible fat little ass? Taking hold of his discarded shirt, the half giant gingerly wrapped the little thing into it. There was no going around it. She had put her faith in him, and he would be transparent about his mistake -- he was going to come clean to her about everything he had done. ********* (To be continued)