This is the fourth of what has become five parts of what was supposed to be a three part story called: Wholesome. Addicted. It tells the story of one of my Succubi named Laila, how she became one of my Realm and what that all means. Laila is the mascot of a podcast called Wholesome Addiction and you can find the link to their site in the sidebar to the right of this post.
I want to thank Sean, Beef and the Operator once again for allowing me to write a story about her. I think she’s really something special and I hope that by the end of this story, that it will be clear why she is special…
You can find the story in its entirety here on the Tale, or you can have a look at the menu bar under Tera’s Tales.
In the first part of the story we were introduced to Laila, a woman that was an inspiration to many, but didn’t have a lot of luck in her own life. In the second part of the story, the reasons for that become very clear… The third part Laila becomes one of the Succubi
Part four? Someone learns something… Actually two someones do…
Hello again my dearest pet. It’s come to my attention that you haven’t … cum, as yet. That I have been stroking you, teasing you, and bringing you to the edge of cumming for … it has been hours now, hasn’t it?
That little spell has made sure you can’t, and you won’t, you know. Perhaps what I need to do is wrap a ring around that cock of yours and parade you in front of all of the other succubi?
You’d like that … Oh yessss … I can see that … you groveling at my boots and whimpering in submission. Just let me attach my leash to your collar and …
Oh, but I have a story to continue, don’t I?
My reply was somewhere between a sneer and sympathy: “Please me? You wish you could, Gabe. I’ve learned a lot about you, and none of it is flattering.”
It might not have been the best of things to say, and the look he shot at me didn’t leave room for doubt. I wasn’t on his Christmas card list … not that it mattered, anyway.
“My name is Gabriel, bitch.”
I couldn’t help my smirk. “Well, calling you “Gabriel Bitch” would be weird. I’ll stay with “Gabe,” if you don’t mind.”
I couldn’t tell if the groan was from what I said to him or if he was in real pain. That was the thing about angels: you couldn’t be exactly sure about them because they always seemed to be aloof, to cover their faults, to … hide.
That could get you in trouble, and Gabe was up to his neck in it. “If Tera hadn’t interfered, you would be worshipping me instead of her.”
“Worship? Really? Just what do you know about succubi, anyway?”
“All that I need to. Go away.”
“No. As much leaving you wallowing in your self pity would be fun to watch, I can’t do that.” I took two steps and then took hold of one of his wings, giving it a tug. His scream of pain answered the question, but left me with another choice to make. “So, you are hurt. Who did you piss off, anyway?”
“Fuck off, Laila. Because of you and your Queen, I am cast down.”
I have to admit that I felt a bit sorry for him. But then I remembered his attitude and that faded … a little, anyway. I gritted my teeth and tried, really tried, not to let him goad me. “No, you did this to yourself. You broke the rules, you were discovered, and you get the consequences.”
When he turned away, it was a bit too much. I grabbed his chin and turned him to look at me and for the briefest moment, I thought I saw a look of fear in his eyes …
… but it couldn’t be.
“Gabe, if you want to end yourself here, if you really want to, that’s your choice. But, as much as that would please me after everything that you did to me, it’s not going to happen.”
“Because, damn you, I know what’s the right thing to do.”
Before he could say anything more or strike out against me in anger, I shifted us back to my apartment, appearing in my living room in a puff of my chocolate-scented smoke. He laid there on my good rug, the ash and dirt staining it, and I growled at him. “You owe me a new rug, Gabe.”
“Buy one yourself.”
He was trying to bait me—that was obvious enough—but I wasn’t going to bite. Getting him to his feet, I first pulled and then shoved him into the bathroom.
“What is your problem, anyway? You don’t like people who have a will of their own? Or is it that you can’t understand why vanilla sex isn’t good enough? Sexually impotent, maybe?”
That sparked a look that I recognized as the pissed off Gabe from when Tera had him by the balls—somewhere that I planned to have him by soon enough … in my own way.
“Let me go before …
The sound of his robes being ripped into pieces by my own hands at least shut him up. I didn’t focus on him as I tore the clothing away. I had a pretty good idea of what he looked like, anyway, and the main thing was to take him down a peg or three. He thought he still had all the cards, but as the last piece of cloth dropped to the floor he discovered otherwise.
I stood there looking him over with a critical eye and then I just had to say, “You know, if I cleaned you up a little and got rid of that attitude of yours …”
He tried to be aloof, but, in spite of what he said next, I could tell he was getting hard … and that started to open him up to his desires … and that’s where I came in.
“Are you threatening me?”
“Me? Whatever could I do?”
He opened his mouth to reply but then stopped as he realized that I had real power now and, if he wasn’t careful, I could, if I wanted to, do things to him just like he tried on me.
“Ah! Is your brain working now?”
He didn’t answer. Of course he wouldn’t; he was too proud to admit anything.
While he stewed over that, I reached into the shower, turned it on, and then shimmied out of my dress. I could feel his emotions, desires, and the one secret that he was holding inside. He held it tightly, so very much so that I couldn’t read it. But I had a place to start and I pushed him into the shower. The water poured over him and bits of ash and dirt started to swirl around the drain.
He tried—God knows he tried—to keep his dignity, but that wasn’t going to stay for long. It started to leave when I lathered up a sponge and started caressing him between his wings. I remembered how they looked before and seeing them like this, feathers missing, some turned black, some worse, really did tug at me. They fluttered a little bit as he grunted … or moaned … it was hard to say, exactly.
I played over his shoulders, along his arms, the dirt leaving and revealing the angel beneath. I knew beauty was only skin deep; it was one’s soul that mattered, and I intended to see his … for my own piece of mind.
My shower wasn’t that large, but it was enough to let me move around to stand in front of him. I couldn’t help the smile that teased at my lips as the soap dripped from his face and body, but he had his eyes closed … so …
… The touch of my hands over his chest and along his flanks did cause a gasp. Kneeling down to clutch his ass and then soap his legs sent a tremor through him. Soon all that was left was his cock … and that was hard … so desperately hard now.
I didn’t do anything for a time after I stood up again. I waited and didn’t say anything until he finally opened his eyes to look at me. I didn’t say a word to him, I just began to rub the sponge over my breasts, the soap coating them… trailing between them… down my body and dripping over my smooth sex.
He couldn’t look away, but he tried to stroke himself.
I slapped his hand away.
“No. I’m not done with you.”
I soaped my hands with the sponge and then stroked him, soap squirting out from between my fingers, making him harder still but oh-so-slick beneath my hold of him. My eyes never left his. I wanted to see his expression, the need in him to cum … to discover what his secret was.
It took less time than I expected. I was genuinely surprised at what he wanted, what he really wanted from me, at least. “That’s it. That’s what your whole problem is.”
For the first time, he tried to be nice. “Laila, please.”
I squeezed his shaft a little bit tighter and stroked it … slowly …
“‘Please’ what, Gabe? You will be more specific … or else.”
What surprised me was that he actually was … nice.
“Please, Laila … I … I don’t want you to stop.”
I knew what he wanted, even if he wasn’t going to say it himself yet. I stopped pleasuring him, washed the rest of him off and then lead him out of the shower by his cock, pressing him against the bathroom wall.
It wouldn’t be good to have him slip in the shower, would it now?
Kneeling before him, my hand started to stroke him once more and I knew that he was getting close to cumming. But being one of the succubi, that was something I could control. A flick of my free hand against his sack and there was no possible way he was going to unless I let him …
… and he knew it.
My lips joined my hand on his cock, just around the head … to tease … to promise more … if he deserved it. His hands tried to touch my head, to control me, but I released him and growled, “Touch me, and you’ll never touch me again.”
He let loose a whine, a needful, quaking whine, and his hands gripped the wall behind him.
Satisfied that he understood who was in control, I once more sucked and tongued him. He was hot … so hot. Up to the tip, my lips cupping him as my tongue stroked the sensitive skin underneath there before sliding down his length and sucking deeper and longer each time.
His hips bucked, wanting so much to fuck me … but again, I pulled away and said one single word: “No.”
He tried to move, but a slap of my hand against his shaft made him reconsider it.
“Are you disobeying me, Gabe?”
“No … No, Mistress.”
Well, that was surprising … and I almost lost my grip on him. “So you are mine, then?”
The conflict within him passed over his face … it was so plain to see … and then he decided. “Yes, Mistress.”
The thing about immortals is that, when one gives one’s self to another, it isn’t words. It isn’t a game. It is very, very real and permanent.
I owned an angel. I could hear Tera’s voice in my mind laughing softly … “Oh, Sweetness … remember? I did say that some were lucky enough to have angels …”
Gabe was mine? Then I was going to make damn sure he was never going to do to anyone else what he did to me. Moments later, and he was sitting on the only good leather chair I owned, looking at me in need, his cock long, thick and vibrating in need from the spell I had on him.
I straddled him easily, my tail swishing as I hunted him, my wings wide and bright behind me. I cupped his cheeks in my hands and purred, “When you cum—and you will, Gabe—all that self-righteous attitude will be no more. You will be a better angel, you will be a better lover … and you will be mine …”
There was no fear in his eyes, only… relief? I figured out that later.
I was wet, wet enough that as I leaned over him, I dripped onto his cock, making it so much more slick than it was before. I didn’t just take him; oh no, that was something that his ego wouldn’t have accepted.
I teased him by slipping him just into my folds and stopped.
“Whose are you?”
A little deeper now, the tip well inside now, the ridge just beginning to part my folds. It wasn’t heavenly, not just yet, but the moans and pleading said that I was on the right track.
“What are you?”
“Whatever you wish, Mistress.”
Slowly, so achingly slowly, I slid him into my sex, gripping him tightly, telling him that I had him now and that he was not going to escape me … if he ever could.
“I have you now, Gabe …”
“Yes, Mistress … Please …”
I drove myself down suddenly, his hot cock filling me, the sensation of my muscles stroking against him making him buck beneath me.
“You may fondle my breasts, Gabe.”
He didn’t waste a moment and then his lips sucked and licked at one nipple while his hands kneaded my breasts as I held him tight and rocked back and forth and up and down over and over again, my clit rubbing against him as he moved in and out of me. I felt the moment when my powers began to truly come to life, then. I started to glow and, when he saw that I was, he knew that he was close, so very close, to cumming … but not until I was.
I began to go wild, I wanted to just let go, to drain him, to turn him into the plaything that he wanted me to be. It was so tempting … so much so as I lifted myself off of him before driving him within me again so deeply. To possess him, to own him, to leave nothing behind but a willing sex puppet to play with. I screamed in time with him in pleasure as I came closer and closer to finally cumming and claiming him.
His hands were on my waist, my hands in his hair as I pressed my lips against his and began to draw his essence out and consume it. It wouldn’t be long. He was weak, I was young and powerful and …
… and Tera’s words came to me.
“Do the right thing. Always.”
I broke the kiss, but the power wanted out of me. If not to take him, then what?
I felt the flutter of my orgasm, I screamed in time with his as the spell broke and he finally came with me and then …
… I blacked out.
When I came to, I found myself still with Gabe’s cock driven into me and sitting on top of him. He looked … better. Not just physically so, but there was an aura around him that felt … different. He gently pushed up beneath me and I moaned, which brought a smile to him.
The hate wasn’t there. There didn’t seem to be anything like that or any self-absorbed emotions within him, and I worried that I had gone over the edge.
“You taught me what being an angel is about.”
That didn’t answer my question. My agitated tail must have been a clue, because he continued: “In spite of what I did, what I said, you did something that no one else would do. You gave me my fantasy. It was all about you, Laila; it wasn’t about me. I have … I have to show others a side of me that I’m not. You pushed that aside to make me be myself.”
The confusion was beginning to turn into a migraine.
He touched my chin with a hand and then drew me to him, and for the first time I felt an angel’s kiss of love …
… and all was right with the universe.
“I never understood why angels would be with succubi or incubi or both. They never explained it to me; they only said that I needed to know. I didn’t want to. To give you control, to let you do whatever you wanted to me, that’s … so hard.”
I gave his cock a squeeze: “mmm … seems to be very hard right now, Gabe.”
He smiled, and I discovered that I could forgive him, and that was the right thing to do. Tera’s words made sense now, and that sense gave me two things I didn’t have before: a reason to do the right thing, and a means to do it.
I did the right thing. What I didn’t expect was finding that I liked Gabe’s new attitude and that he needed me … at least enough that I was invited to an angel Christmas orgy … and I learned things there that made me wet for months afterwards.
It only got stranger the next day when … Ah, but that’s for another time isn’t it, pet?
For now, I have plans to show you off, don’t I? If you behave, I might even let you cum …
Next time Laila’s story comes … or rather cums … to a conclusion. Or is it a beginning? It can be hard … so very hard … to tell, sometimes …