The Witches, Day Seven

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Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Day Seven, Saturday

The last day of vacation...

When Neal woke, there were no police outside, merely a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't know what he was to do, not in the slightest, not as his sister and Cara accosted him and he fucked them almost as if it was all instinctual by that point. It was only natural to bend Cara over and his body knew all the motions to make, every thrust and every push of his hips, to let her brace herself on the wall.

He fucked her. He fucked his sister. Still, Neal's lust grew. He didn't even feel like he needed to breathe anymore, not as his desire rose, seeming to feed and sustain himself purely on the embodiment of lust alone.

Is this how the succubi feel? He wondered, balls deep in Cara's pussy, thrusting harder and faster, light splatters of her arousal marking her thighs and his crotch. Do they just want this...all the time?

Dimly, he knew he had to keep fighting it, that he completely and truly could not allow the corruption to take a deep hold on him. Thus, it was with a massive drag of will he pulled himself from Cara -- though not after cumming in her five times like it was nothing at all. Still, his cock ached and pulsed as he waved to Cara and Trish, dick bobbing ostentatiously before him, all on display, as he headed out the door.

Ah, but if only Neal had realised just how far he'd fallen already, maybe he would have known there was no sense in offering any further resistance at all. There simply wasn't any need, no need at all.

The police would do nothing and, as it'd been the case at the hospital, he supposed the witches had overtaken the police station and local law enforcement too. Yet he trudged on, not even realising he'd forgotten to make any attempt at all to cover himself up that day, completely engrossed in seeking answers.

Whoever the succubi were...he couldn't let them win.

Yet he didn't get two-hundred metres from the vacation home before he was accosted by a pair of beautiful blondes -- at least, Neal thought they were gorgeous, for he didn't see all that much of them as they pinned him on both sides.

One kissed him desperately while the other engulfed his cock in her mouth, sucking him down whole. If he blinked, not literally, he would have missed his moment of orgasm, his body and his movements not under his control, thrusting and humping, letting every ounce of need roll through him.

"Unff... Ah... Fuck... Yes..."

He cursed under his breath, filling the blonde's mouth, her hair clinging to the nape of her neck and her face where he pulled back, an errant splash of seed marking her. Yet he didn't pause, turning to take the second blonde, who may have been her sister, plunging his dick all the way up into her pussy with a ragged howl of desire.

No... Got...to keep going...

He climaxed inside her, pulled along by the ripple and grip of her orgasm too, but staggered off, barely on his feet. He just had to keep going, yes, had to put one foot in front of the other, do something, anything, to find out what the police had not been able to.

Of course, it was a lost cause, yet he was so devout in his attention that Neal did not notice. Not as women called him to them and one rode him on a bench, another dragging him down to her towel on the beach. The morning wore on as he was pulled into more and more sex escapades, breath raking raggedly through his lungs, pumping like old, worn bellows.

The succubi, after all, only needed his body to be good for one thing: lungs were not something they were all that concerned about.

"Mmmph... No..."

He moaned, driving lustfully into a woman who he'd never seen before, her legs wrapped up around his waist, though they were equal partners in the moment. The nagging feeling of needing to stop lingered in the back of his mind, clawing urgently at him -- and yet it was not strong enough. It would never be strong enough.

Everything he'd done, everything he'd tried to do for the lure of the succubi to be stopped... It came to an end right there and then on the beach.

For, eventually, he couldn't go any further at all. All around him was a slew of people, on the edge of the beach near one of the best shopping areas and restaurants, an increasing number flocking to him, like a horde. There were guys with guys too, women with women -- but he was only interested in the women, of course.

Neal moaned, flat on his back, rocking his hips up, lips parted even though he didn't know what to do. His mother sat on his face and he thought nothing of it, Hannah's soft, warm thighs enveloping him, though he was nowhere near being in his right mind enough to know it was Sally, Cara's mother, who was riding his throbbing cock at that very moment. One could only assume what would happen from him spending his seed bare into her pussy, with nothing to protect them, but it really was the least of everyone's worries right there and then, in the moment of fervent, driving lust.

"Ohhhh..."

He moaned, blinking as he erupted, everyone shifting positions, cock spilling cum into the sand. Although it was larger than it had been when he had arrived there for vacation, it was still a good, thick size to fill a partner without hurting them -- which was really what everyone wanted.

Neal shifted to his knees, a black-haired goddess grinding back on to his cock while he eagerly and lustfully took her in doggystyle position, though he was getting to be a master of positions. Between rounds, his cock did not even soften in the slightest, for it no longer needed to, staying hard and proud. If he had been awake throughout the night, he would have known too that his shaft was firm throughout the darkest hours, after the witches left him, too. Yet the succubi would never leave him ever again.

"Unff... Got to..."

But Neal could barely even reach for the notion of what he had to do. He could think it, just about, as his hips worked furiously. Yet the thought lingered in his mind, as if his hand was outstretched, trying to claim it for his own, trying to curl his fingers around something that would forever remain out of his grasp.

"Ohhhh..."

He moaned, a little more of his will and resolve crumbling, the sand warm under his knees. The woman's pussy was hot on his cock -- so why was there anything at all for him to worry about? No, no... He didn't need to concern himself with things he couldn't control, no, not when he could imagine he was control the movements of his body, ramming in hard and fast, finding the rough, demanding pace that best suited him after his stamina had been increased to such an extent.

There were perks, after all, to being claimed by the witches. Not many, of course, but he would not be present in his old, sensible mind enough to really care, one way or the other.

The day passed in a blur, a giant orgy. It spread up on to the promenade and he found himself on a bench, on his back, someone sitting on his face, riding his mouth, while another rode his cock. In his mind, it had become the perfect place to be.

Somewhere Neal didn't have to worry about anything, just spending his lust, over and over again. A simpler existence, by no means, was not a bad one, no. He could take everything he craved, all in passion and pleasure, need rolling on, the pump and shift of his hips taking his own breath away every time.

"Mmmmm..."

He barely even knew what was his own groan and what belonged to another, spending his seed again and finding himself behind his mother over the bench. Some part of him dimly flickered in recognition that she was his mother -- yet that didn't stop Neal. Not when he could not stop, lips parted, watching the woman's hips swing and bounce back to his aching prick, her hungry pussy enveloping his entire length repeatedly.

It was easier not to think. It was easier not to consider that he had failed to find the witches, that he knew, in some dark part of his mind, that there was no coming back from where he was. He moaned and whimpered and thrust, watching her flesh jiggle and rise to his attention, need spilling hotly into her lewdly dripping pussy.

He fucked everyone that would have him -- every woman, that was. It didn't matter to Neal whether they were young or old, fat or thin, but, of course, it was only adults who approached him. It seemed the witches had their ways also in ensuring those who would not be suited to their orgies and control stayed far away, which made sense for succubus. Anything else would have wasted their energy when they could expand their perimeter of control to keep only sexually active adults right there, in the thick of it all.

He fucked a brunette on her back, her leg pulled up so her foot pushed over his shoulder.

A blonde with a short-cut bob rode him in reverse cowgirl, while another, curvaceous woman who was old enough to be his mother kissed him, teasing his tongue with her own.

Neal spooned a beauty with long, flowing locks, vividly conscious of how her flesh softened and allowed his fingers to indent into it, digging into her hips.

Regardless of the position he was in, his cock was always paid due attention, his hazy eyes raking the massive crowd. They seemed to have made their way up on to a grassy area, though Neal was too lust-dazed to know where he was -- not that it even mattered. His stomach lurched and, vaguely, he tried to crawl away, though didn't know where he was trying to go.

His body moved without conscious thought behind it and it was simpler to slip down on top of a fiery redhead with gorgeous freckles dotted across her face and down the sweep of her arms. In a mating press, pinning her thighs to the ground with his own and gently spreading her legs apart, he fucked her lewdly. Yet there were so many moans and groans filling the air around them that he was not even sure he was crying out at all, expressing his lust.

Neal laughed brokenly, a sob pulling at his chest. Everything had failed, he had not been able to restrain his lust. And just then what would come of him? What more of his life could be dragged into his control?

His physical stamina, however, could only go on for so long, skipping meals and fucking into the afternoon and into the early evening. Others tired before him but his sister returned for him to fuck her while she rode his lap: an almost intimate position. Neal was not to know it was the last time he'd ever see her.

Yet the final person for him to fuck was Cara, letting her rest on a statue or something -- his eyes weren't clear enough for even him to tell -- while he filled her pussy. He had her left leg in his hand, dragged back up against him, all for a better angle, though all he knew was the thrust of his hips, spearing his dick deeply into her, over and over again. Cara's moans were all the sweetness he needed, scattered bodies lying nakedly around them, on the grass or any softer areas they could find. Some had gone home and others had simply collapsed from exhaustion, resting where they fell from the orgy.

His eyes finally locked with Karen Le Croix's as he spent his seed into Cara's pussy, cum and her arousal thickly dribbling out around the length of his cock in a messy cream-pie. She must have had multiple guys cum in her, though it mattered not that they were getting sloppy seconds, in effect. It only mattered that they all had what they needed and, well...now the succubi had what they needed too.

"Come now, Neal," Karen said with a smile, though it wasn't unkind. "It's time for you to join the others."

Berthina giggled, fingers fluttering, one hand on her hip.

"Forever... Isn't that wonderful?"

In corruption, there were softer sides, lighter sides -- though only so much, in the end, could be done. With everyone exhausted around Neal, even Cara stretched out on the grass in a post-orgasmic stupor, he followed.

As he'd left his vacation home that day, he put one foot in front of the other, taking a breath, doing what they willed. He wasn't really present in his own mind anyway.

Marilla gripped his arm around the biceps, ensuring he didn't run. Where she was quiet, there was a steely sense inside her, one that wouldn't allow even the option for any mistakes.

And Neal was never seen nor heard of ever again.

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Neal Samson, the news article read, has gone missing after vacationing with his family in the Florida Keys. Vacationing with his parents, Hannah and James Samson, his sister, Trish Samson, was one of the last people to see him. Please, if you have any information connected to his disappearance, or knowledge of any sightings, contact the provided hotline.