You drift up from sleep slowly, heavy-limbed, tangled in warmth. For a moment you think it’s just the weight of your wet dreams still clinging to you: heat, pressure, a wet sensation pulsing between your thighs. But then you hear it: a slick, obscene slurp, the muffled hum of a moan vibrating against you.

Your breath catches. Something’s moving under the sheets.

You peel them back, still groggy, and the sight is almost too much to take in at once. Your girlfriend is down between your legs, hair messy around her face, lips stretched wide around your cock. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks, her tongue swirling under your shaft. Saliva drips down her chin, coating you, dripping onto your balls. Every bob of her head sends wet, noisy sounds filling the room.

She glances up at you, eyes glinting with lust, and pulls off with a loud, messy pop. A thin string of spit stretches from her lips to your tip. She smirks.

“Mmm… good morning, my love,” she purrs, stroking your spit-slick shaft as if she can’t bear to let it go. “I couldn’t wait. I was starving… too hungry to waste time cooking breakfast. Especially when breakfast is right ***here***.”

Before you can even reply, she leans down again, licking you like a popsicle. Slow, languid swirls of her tongue from the base of your cock all the way to the swollen head, where she pauses, sucking it into her mouth and teasing the slit with the flat of her tongue. The heat and wetness make your hips jerk, and she giggles around you, gripping the base tight so she can control you.

She lifts her head just enough to breathe against your slick crown, her voice low and playful. “Were you dreaming about me? You were already leaking … so messy.”

You can only groan in response, your cock throbbing in her hand.

She takes you deeper this time, pushing until her lips are pressed against your base. You feel the tight squeeze of her throat around your tip as she swallows, then pulls back gasping for air, drool spilling down her neck. She jerks you fast with both hands now, pumping your slick length before diving back down, sucking noisily, her throat working with every plunge.

Your abs tighten; you’re already close. She knows it. She always knows.

“Ohhh, poor unfortunate mortal …” she teases using her "succubus" roleplay voice when she pulls off again, licking her lips and pressing your cock between her soft, spit-slick tits. She squeezes them around you and begins to thrust her chest back and forth, smothering your cock in warmth. “You’ve been caught by the soul-sucking succubus.” She leans down to drag her tongue over your sensitive tip, smearing pre-cum across her cleavage. “And the soul-sucking succubus is hungry. Feed her… give her everything.”

The sight is almost unbearable: her breasts wrapped tight around your shaft, her tongue flicking your head, her eyes fixed on you as if daring you to resist.

She edges you ruthlessly, slowing her strokes, licking just enough to keep you on the brink, then letting you cool off. Each time you think you’re about to spill, she pulls back with a wicked smile, whispering, “Not yet… I want it all at once. Every drop.”

Your body shakes from holding back, your cock aching, veins throbbing against her skin. She lets out a mock-innocent laugh and leans down, swirling her tongue over your balls before sucking them into her mouth, wet and heavy. The sensation rips a curse out of you, your hands tangling in her hair.

Then, without warning, she takes you fully into her mouth again. Deep, greedy, sucking hard, her throat flexing around your tip as she hums with pleasure. The vibrations, the tightness, the messy slurping push you over the edge.

You can’t hold back. Your ***soul*** explode. A guttural moan escapes your mouth, thick spurts of cum shoots out, splattering across her tongue, her throat, and leaking from the corners of her lips. She moans happily as she swallows, gulping down every hot load while stroking you to squeeze out more. It overflows, streaking her tits, dripping down her skin, but she doesn’t stop. She keeps sucking, desperate, milking every drop from you until you’re trembling, like her life depends on it.

Finally, when you’re drained, "soulless" and panting, she lets your cock slip free with a wet pop, licking her lips, sticky cum smeared across her breasts. She runs her finger through it, licking it clean with a satisfied moan.

“Your ***soul*** is delicious as always.” she whispers, her voice dripping with lust and triumph. “I love you.”

It takes everything you have to breathe out, hoarse and ragged. “I love you too.”

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