Behold Her

by Emily Antoinette

All the succubus side of me can think about as I look at her is how I want to make her scream as I fuck her into oblivion. How I want to drag her into the darkest depths of desire and feast on our combined pleasure. Gods, I don’t want to be this way. I’ve fought it my entire life, and the one time I slipped up, I ruined a decade of friendship.

“What?” Her mouth falls open slightly. I wonder what her lower lip would feel like caught between my teeth.

I’m not sure why she’s confused. I’m frustrated by my demon’s intense lust for her, but not confused about why I’m attracted to her. She’s a beautiful woman with luscious, soft curves made for sinking my fingers into as I—shit, stop thinking about that!

“Tell me to leave. Tell me I’m crazy. That you don’t want this,” I say, using my last shred of reason not yet consumed by lust. She’s shaking, but her eyes glitter with excitement. Her reply comes as little more than a whisper. “We both know that would be a lie.”

“You teased me. Put on a show by the window to drive me mad. Now you deal with the consequences of being such a filthy cocktease.”

“No, you don’t get it that easy. Not after what you’ve shown me. Not after those damn dreams. I’m going to use you all night like the dirty slut you are.”

ready for me? I’m going to fuck this tight hole until you scream. Teach you not to play with monsters.”

He snarls and speeds up his thrusts, slipping one hand between my legs to rub my clit, while the other lands on my throat, pulling me off of my arms to press my back against his chest. “Is this what you wanted? You wanted me to use this perfect pussy? To claim it as mine?”

“Good girl. Come all over my cock. Fuck, you feel too good.”

She looks so damn enticing when she blushes. It’s making me want to be inside her again, but I settle for leaning in to brush my lips against her ear. “I wasn’t lying when I said I could take you all night.”

“This is crazy,” I whisper, arching myself into his touch. “This? No, when I corner you in an alley and fuck your ass against a brick wall where anyone could see, that will be crazy.”

I ask Mona to dinner. When she agrees, I come down from the high of our night together as I realize I have to plan a date. Where the hell do I take the woman I called a filthy whore the first night we were together? My face heats at the memory of the things that fell from my mouth. Better make it somewhere nice.

“You better not have stolen a pair of my panties, pervert!” “Of course not. I’m a gentleman. I’ll save my panty stealing for when I rip them off of your body.”

“I wouldn’t be here with you if you weren’t exactly what I want, Mona. So stop questioning my impeccable taste or I’ll have to bend you over this table and show you exactly how attractive I find you. Show everyone in here how good you look, taking my cock. Make them jealous of me being the one that gets to fuck your perfect cunt.”

“You mean you don’t want me to call you daddy?” His pale cheeks redden in reaction to my words. “I didn’t say that,” he says, the rasp in his tone going right to my core. “Noted. I’m 29, so you can relax. No big age gap, daddy.” Max chokes on his champagne and a peal of laughter escapes my lips.

“Hah, hilarious, sure. But charming? I think that’s the first time anyone’s ever called me that.” Max’s lip quirks. “That’s the second time you’ve put yourself down. One more time and there’ll be consequences.”

“Open your lips, baby. You’ve said such nasty things about yourself tonight. Time to put that mouth to a much better use.”

“Look at you. Such a good little slut, taking my cock all the way down.” My thumb swipes at the mascara running down her cheek. “You look so gorgeous on your knees. So perfect.”

She takes me down her throat again and again, until she tenses as her orgasm overtakes her. The sight shoves me over the edge into a roaring release as I shoot my load down her throat. “Fuck! That’s it. Take it. Take it all.” I groan when she swallows eagerly

“You know you can’t fuck my body image issues and past trauma out of me, right?” Her mouth quirks at the corner, like she’s amused by the thought. Good, she’s not upset.

Blair reads his reply over my shoulder and I look up to see her reaction. She gives a slight nod. “Good. Still, text me tomorrow night after you’re done. He hurts you in a way you don’t want and I’ll kill him.”

LMAO

“You’re mine. I’m going to use you over and over until you have no voice left to scream my name with.”

“Aren’t you going to untie me?” My voice wavers, but I let out a small laugh. Max turns to look at me on the back seat, undoubtedly a debauched mess with my skirt still rucked up, my arms bound, and his cum dripping down my legs. My stomach clenches at the glittering, primal intensity in his eyes as he devours me with his gaze. “No. Now that I have you, I’m keeping you.”

“You look so perfect, bound for me like this. I think I’ll keep you here. Make you my pretty little fuck doll, ready to use whenever I need.”

The amused grin on her face softens. “I don’t deserve you, Max.” “Yes, you fucking do. Don’t make me spank you again.”

“Take one more for me. Good girl,” he murmurs as he adds another finger. I feel so full and strange, but it doesn’t hurt. “Fuck, baby, that’s it,” he moans, like he’s the one full and on the edge of release.

“You’re doing so well. Taking my cock in your tight ass like a good little slut.”

“It’s perfect. And so are you.”

“Cute. I almost believe you. But no, the only reason a girl like you is in this dark alley is because she’s waiting to get fucked like a dirty whore.”

uwu

His hand circles my throat and he thrusts harder. “That’s it. Take it. Take that cock.”

“You’re not an idiot and you’re not delusional. Max’s choices were his own. They have no bearing on your worth. The only person who can determine your worth is you, Mona. Stop giving him that power.”

“What are you waiting for?” I murmur, bringing my mouth closer to his. His eyes glitter with the heady blend of love and lust that reflects both sides of him. “You. I’ve been waiting for you, Mona.”

Her struggle with loving her fat body also comes from my own experiences. The title Behold Her comes not only from being a silly D&D joke, but from the fact that fat women often feel invisible. A big part of Mona’s journey is both finding someone who sees and loves her for who she is, and allowing herself to be seen through her dancing