The Succubus Dream
I had another dream.
My training had gone smoothly, and the observers’ reactions hadn’t been bad either. Human beings always got a little high off praise, even when they knew it was just polite flattery, but when it went on for more than a week, it started to feel like you were floating on air all on your own.
After finishing the training in such a good mood, I came home, showered, and the moment I lay down, I fell asleep.
And then, I dreamed.
I’d definitely gone to sleep in my bed, but when I woke up, there was a beach under brilliant sunlight in front of me instead.
I was lying on a sunbed beneath a tree that looked like a palm tree, back in my original body rather than some game character’s, and even wearing some inexplicable floral-patterned swimsuit.
There was no mistaking it. The instant I took in my surroundings, the thought Oh. It’s a dream. flashed through my mind.
But just like before, I still couldn’t move a single finger. I could only lie there.
As I stared blankly at the waves slapping the shore, I heard footsteps, and a woman with hair hanging long and loose over her shoulders, like seaweed draped over her head, came up beside me.
She looked like a ghost in every respect, but the moment she noticed my stare, she snapped her fingers once and changed shape.
A game character with her hair tied in a ponytail, the one whose name I couldn’t even dare to say out loud because of copyright, now stood before me again.
She stuck out her tongue a little, wearing a playful expression as she sidled closer and, as if it were only natural, softly stroked my lower half.
But only for a moment.
When my reaction turned out weaker than she’d expected, she immediately frowned.
It couldn’t be helped.
At first I didn’t know what it was like, but now, every morning when I woke and looked in the mirror, this face was always there. Even if I hadn’t understood it at first, once you kept seeing this version of yourself reflected back at you, you naturally got used to it.
Besides, no matter how sexy the shape she took, once the object of desire became another version of myself, it was only natural to start feeling reluctant. I couldn’t say I was completely unfazed, but it made sense that my reaction had grown weaker than before.
She shot me a displeased look for a moment, then took out a phone I’d seen somewhere before.
Ah. That was my phone.
Still, for a ghost, she was awfully natural with it.
She studied the phone for a moment, then grinned and snapped her fingers again.
The scenery changed, and so did she, transforming into yet another new character.
Batlike wings spread from her back, and long, beautiful blue hair cascaded down her shoulders. With red eyes and an unmistakably demonic air, this was the character who had introduced the concept of the succubus to subculture circles in East Asia back when it was still unfamiliar there.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that this character was largely responsible for popularizing the idea of a female demon who grew stronger by absorbing a man’s energy through sex instead of bloodsucking.
Why had she picked that character of all things?
The meaning behind the choice was so obvious that cold sweat started trickling down my spine.
She sent me a sultry eye-smile and once again caressed my lower half with a soft, teasing hand.
Between the strange magnetism of the character itself and the fact that the psychological barrier from before had vanished completely, my previously limp body swelled with vigor as though nothing had ever been wrong.
With a look that said, There we go, she snickered, then ripped away my swimsuit in one motion and grabbed my already throbbing, glistening cock, slick with precome.
I almost moaned without meaning to, but my voice wouldn’t come. It seemed she had seized complete control of my body; I couldn’t so much as twitch a finger. The only things I could move were my two eyes.
She gently stroked my cock with one hand, then slowly brought it to her mouth. Like sucking on a stick-shaped candy, she licked it slowly before taking it into her mouth and starting to suck.
Holy hell.
What the hell kind of suction was that? Even worse, for some reason that place had become incredibly sensitive, as if even my soul were being sucked out.
Maybe that was why.
I didn’t last long before I spilled my seed into her mouth.
It felt like all the strength had drained from my waist, and my whole body trembled. I’d felt something like this the first time we were together, but today it was even more intense. Maybe it was because she was wearing a succubus character’s skin.
Even after I came, she didn’t take me out of her mouth. If anything, she sucked harder, as though determined to drain the very last drop.
To my shock, every time she sucked, another climax followed. It got to the point where I half wondered if all the moisture in my body was about to be drained away, but I was in no state to think about that. Each time I came, a maddening wave of pleasure surged through my nerves, as if it would burn straight up my spinal cord and incinerate every neuron in my brain.
This was a milking. No other word suited the process, and it finally ended only after some time had passed.
She licked her lips with a satisfied expression and lay down beside me at last. My head was still spinning from the relentless pleasure, but when I felt her warm body rest against my shoulder, I finally snapped back to myself.
And for some reason I didn’t understand, the paralysis that had pinned my body in place began to loosen bit by bit.
At first, my toes moved slightly. Then my fingers did too.
When I turned my head just a little, I saw her with her eyes closed, wearing the contented expression of a cat that had stuffed itself to the brim.
For some reason, the sight made me think I couldn’t let it end like this.
It was too unfair to get milked dry and then wake up from the dream just like that!
Even I didn’t know why, but I burned with some nameless, indomitable will, and at last I reclaimed control of my body.
I rolled over and climbed on top of her.
She had been dozing with a satisfied look on her face, but my sudden move made her eyes fly wide open. Then, when my rough hands tore apart the clothes covering her body, a flicker of alarm appeared in her gaze.
Foreplay? None of that.
Even after she had drained me like that, the son of mine that had recovered its strength somewhere along the way stood at the front with imperial dignity and drove straight through her wet, soft flesh.
"Ghk!"
At the sudden invasion, she flailed like a fish impaled on a spear. But I didn’t care and kept moving more ruthlessly.
She was the one who’d forcibly milked me first, and this was fair retaliation.
She twisted her body as though trying to escape me, but when I gripped her hips with both hands and slammed into her hard, she clutched at my arms and shuddered each time I thrust.
Right. I knew this feeling.
It was just like when she’d been milking me a moment ago. That sensation, as if every ounce of energy inside your body was being sucked away without end, as if there were a giant black hole inside her mouth swallowing soul and flesh alike, as if all consciousness itself were being dragged beyond the event horizon.
Looking down at her, now so overwhelmed by pleasure that she could no longer even resist, I reached out and seized her lush breasts.
Ah, what a wonderfully springy sensation. How should I describe the elasticity of those breasts, slippery with sweat that had already soaked through somewhere along the way and made them nearly slip from my grasp?
I wrapped my arms around her waist and sat myself up. Once we were facing each other like that, she threw her arms tightly around my neck and rocked her body in a delirious frenzy, continuing our coupling.
When I buried my face in the cleavage glistening with sweat, I could hear the fierce pounding of her heart right there.
She was definitely a ghost, so why could I hear a heartbeat? I didn’t know. No, I didn’t need to know. What was the point of finding out something like that?
Then she squeezed her arms around my neck even tighter, and her hot flesh clenched around my cock as if wringing it out.
I had already reached my limit and was forcing myself to endure it, but I couldn’t hold out against the stimulation and climaxed violently once more.
Maybe because it was a dream?
The semen kept surging out endlessly, pulsing as it shot into her depths.
The astonishing thing was that even after all that, her womb swallowed every last bit as naturally as if it had been waiting for it.
Slowly, she lay back again. I naturally fell forward and sprawled over her body.
When I gave her sweat-slicked breasts a light bite, she trembled again. As I took one soft, plump breast into my mouth and toyed with it, I could feel the lower half of my body, which had briefly gone slack, becoming fierce and vigorous once more.
"Again?"
Ignoring her startled voice, I took her one more time. And, as always, I poured out another monstrous amount of semen.
Only after emptying myself twice without mercy did I finally black out in her arms and fall asleep.
No, the moment I felt myself falling asleep, I woke from the dream.
"..."
Whoa. Holy shit.
Dream or not, wasn’t that a little too much? What kind of climax had I been pumping out like a madman? Was it because the new character was a succubus?
Still dazed, I suddenly came to my senses.
What had happened after my first experience with ghost sex finally came roaring back into my mind.
I jolted upright in alarm.
But the moment I did, a violent wave of dizziness hit me.
"Guh..."
So this was what it felt like when the world spun around.
After groaning through the intense vertigo for a long while, I finally collected myself and carefully got to my feet.
But this time, my body itself was the problem.
My hands and feet were trembling all over. Like a newborn lamb trying to stand on its own, I could only shake where I was, bracing myself on all fours and unable to stand properly.
Good lord. What the hell had happened?
But it wasn’t hard to understand the cause of my current state.
It was her. More precisely, it was because I’d climaxed with all my might three times over, each one enormous. I’d been drained of so much energy that my whole body was wobbling and I could barely stand.
Only then did I realize what an idiot I’d been.
If I’d stopped the moment she started milking me the first time, it wouldn’t have gotten this bad. But then I’d gone and climaxed twice more after that, and now there was a problem.
After barely managing to stand in front of the mirror, I could see the changes at once.
The character’s appearance itself hadn’t changed much. But there was definitely a difference. Her eyes had somehow become even more alluring, and somewhere along the way her hair color had turned into a two-tone mix of mint and black.