The Subway Succubus

For a brief moment Gage forget where he was and was on the verge of wrapping his arms around her.

Ah ah, you don't get me that easily, he thought.

He did respond to her kiss. While he did think this was probably a prank or scam, he didn't want her to think he was a wet fish if it wasn't.

The girl finished the kiss and leant backwards. She stared right into his eyes as she shrugged off her jacket and tossed it onto the seat next to her.

Gage could taste the aftertaste of her kiss on his lips. Strangely sweet, as if she'd recently drunk a strawberry slushie. His hands still hovered, reluctant to commit to holding her.

"I want your dick inside me," she growled, her heavily accented voice low and husky.

Are we going there? Gage thought.

Fuck it, we're going there.

"My hotel is three stops away," he said to her.

He glanced sideways at Nevill.

Sorry sunshine, you're sleeping on Brian and Alex's floor tonight.

The girl continued to stare at him with smouldering eyes. Gage's burgeoning erection was squashed beneath her as she shamelessly started to dry-hump him on the subway seat. Gage finally let his hands settle on her shapely ass and give it a good squeeze.

* * * *

"She doesn't waste any time," Brian chuckled.

"Neither does Gage," Alex said.

They were properly making out now. The girl was even dry-humping him in full view of the rest of the carriage.

Alex's regret grew.

"What are we going to do about him," Brian whispered, nodding at Nevill.

Nevill was still watching on with a petulant frown on his lips.

"If Gage has scored, he'll have to spend the night in our room."

Alex pulled a face.

"I'd rather spend it drinking downstairs in the bar," he said.

* * * *

Gage was also thinking about Nevill. Well, in between the moments she pressed down just right and his erection twitched in delight.

Okay Nevill, sunshine, he thought. We're going to make a deal.

If this little firecracker is up for it, truly up for it, she's coming back to my room and you're in with Brian and Alex for the night.

If she wasn't. If this is all a big tease that ends up leaving me frustrated and wanting to explode, we'll do what you wanted to do earlier. You and I will take a taxi to one of those knocking shops and we'll bang a pair of hot Eastern European tarts.

Gage was normally against paying for it on principle. But between all the gorgeous flesh on view at Silverfingers, the lively young hussy who'd given him a lapdance and this new hussy currently squirming away in his lap, he was massively aroused right now.

So, how does that sound, old chum?

The Nevill in his head didn't answer, because it was just a Nevill in his head rather than the real thing.

Not that it mattered, because Gage was going to do what he wanted anyway.

He got back to appreciating the hot girl writhing in his lap. Her hands were at the bottom of her top and she was slowly, teasingly hiking it up. Gage got a flash of the underside of boob.

Surely she wasn't going to go topless, here, he thought.

His thoughts were interrupted by a warm, wet, soaking sensation in his lap.

Aw fuck, was she pissing herself? Pissing all over him?

Then the awful sinking feeling that if she was crazy, or high, enough to jump in a stranger's lap and start gyrating away like a sexually frustrated stripper, on a public train, then yeah, she was probably crazy enough to piss all over him.

Gage looked down. Aw crap. She was pissing herself. It was pouring out onto his lap.

His first instinct was to throw the disgusting skank off him.

He couldn't move. His body refused to respond. His head felt fuzzy, like someone had lined the inside of his skull with cotton wool. It felt slightly dreamlike, as if he'd dozed off on the underground.

What he was seeing was fairly dreamlike. She wasn't so much pissing as gushing. It was bubbling out of her crotch like someone had run a hosepipe up her trousers. It didn't look like piss, being clear like water. Didn't smell like piss either. Smelt like something else—sex.

Whatever it was, it also seemed caustic. It ate through the crotch of her jeans. The black fibres dissolved and vanished to expose her gushing pink sex.

It ate through the crotch of Gage's pants as well. The bubbling fluids soaked in and then the threads of his trousers and underpants beneath unravelled and shrivelled away. It didn't have the same effect on flesh, thankfully. When she gushed all over his exposed genitals it felt no worse than dipping them in warm bathwater.

It had to be a dream, but everything else seemed so real. He could hear the clackity-clack of the wheels of the train. The harsh fluorescent lights continued to buzz and flicker. Her weight in his lap felt all too real and tangible.

And yet he couldn't move.

The girl looked down as his erection rose up out of the ruins of his trousers. Her eyes gleamed hungrily and she ran her tongue around her supple lips.

"Yesss," she hissed. "Time to put you inside me."

She lowered her hips. The labia of her exposed vagina parted around the swollen head of Gage's cock and then he was sliding up inside her tight wet warmth.

"Yes," she sighed.

Gage's mouth dropped open in pleasant surprise as her delicious pussy clenched around him. Fuck, she felt incredible inside. Really tight and juicy.

The girl placed hands on his shoulders and started smoothly bouncing up and down. The fleshy walls of her sex smoothly stroked up and down Gage's cock.

Fuck. This had to be a dream. She couldn't be fucking him, in the carriage, in front of everyone. Could she?

Fuck it, might as well roll with it, he thought.

* * * *

Alex watched the girl bounce up and down in Gage's lap. Her moans of pleasure were shamelessly loud.

"Is he...? Are they...?" he said.

Brian was still excitedly filming it on his smartphone.

"Nah, they couldn't," Brian said. "Gage's an animal, but he's not that much of an animal. I didn't see her get his dick out. Did you?"

Alex hadn't. He was pretty sure her hands hadn't gone anywhere near Gage's fly. But... it looked pretty convincing.

He glanced over at Nevill.

"Are they?" he mouthed. He pointed over at Gage and the girl bouncing up and down in his lap. He formed a circle with his thumb and forefinger and ran a finger back and forth through it.

Nevill was sitting on the same side of the carriage. He might be able to get a better look. He peered through the clear plastic divider. He got up and moved his head to try and see better.

He turned back to Alex and shrugged.

Crouching crablike, Nevill looked as if he was thinking about moving closer, but instead scuttled over to Brian and Alex.

"Can't see," he said.

"She must be simulating," Alex said. "They can't actually be... doing it."

Gage's head tipped back against the seat. Eyes closed, he let out a very loud and obvious groan of orgasmic climax.

* * * *

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Her pussy was incredible, Gage thought. Tight and muscular. Very muscular. As she bounced up and down in his lap, he felt the cushioned walls grip and squeeze him. Watching all that hot totty in Silverfingers had already got his juices flowing. It didn't take many strokes of her luscious tight pussy to tip him over the edge into an explosive orgasm.

He didn't care where he was. In the moment, it didn't matter. He tipped his head back and let out a loud groan as his cock throbbed and blasted a massive load of cum up inside her.

Oh fuck, that was so satisfying.

The embarrassment came right after.

Oh fuck, wasn't he sitting in a subway carriage with the lads?

He stared at the gorgeous girl with the tightest, most luxurious pussy he'd ever felt sitting in his lap.

Fuck it.

The girl was completely into it as well. She grabbed the bottom of her top and started to lift it up over her head.

The carriage lights binked and flickered like crazy.

The skin revealed beneath was deep red in colour—

Gage blinked. The lights stopped flickering.

—was creamy pink and pale. With as nice a pair of breasts as Gage had seen, and he'd seen plenty of gorgeous titties already tonight. His suspicions were correct. She was hiding an incredible bod underneath that top.

She was topless... on a public train.

Yeah and she'd already fucked Gage to the point he'd deposited a massive load inside her. Her being topless seemed pretty minor at this point.

She hunched up over Gage and tipped her head forwards. Her eyes glimmered with lustful hungers and her smile was vulpine.

"Delicious," she said.

So fucking high, Gage thought.

"I must have more," she said.

She wound her arms loosely around Gage's neck and shoulders and went back to bouncing away in his lap.

And so fucking incredible.

Oh fuck, that pussy. That delicious, juicy pussy. That squeezing, sucking pussy. What was she doing down there? Even though he'd come only moments before, his cock was back to hard and throbbing. The soft walls kept squeezing and stroking. Her pussy was driving his cock crazy.

This had to be a dream.

Her hips bounced, rocked, gyrated. Gage's cock slipped back and forth, and every which way up and down her luscious pussy. The walls kept squeezing him with rhythmic clenches.

Oh fuck, he was going to come again.

* * * *

Alex and the others let out nervous giggles as Gage tipped his head back and let out another loud and completely shameless orgasmic moan.

"It's a live fucking sex show," Brian said. "The mad fucking bastard is giving us a live sex show."

"Hey, let's not," Nevill said, sticking out a hand to block Brian's camera. "A laugh's a laugh, but there shouldn't be vids of this."

"It's Gage," Brian said, as if that was explanation enough.

He put the phone down anyway.

The three of them watched the girl ride Gage. They were the only audience. The old man in the corner had turned away and was busily pretending there was nothing to see here.

The lights above them flickered and buzzed madly. It was as if the energy of the two people having sex was somehow being transmitted to and overloading them. For a brief moment they flickered out completely.

Alex's vision shifted. He got the impression of something else sitting in Gage's lap. Something with horns. Something not human.

The lights binked back on and it was just the girl, topless now, having sex with Gage in full view of the whole carriage.

* * * *

Fuck, a proper double-barreller, Gage thought. He hadn't had one of those since he'd been a teen. A very horny teen. That had properly emptied his balls.

"More," the girl whispered at him with a sultry rasp.

Goddammit, lass. I'm not bottomless.

She kept grinding away at him. Her hips had less bounce to them now, so Gage wondered if she was finally getting tired.

You don't have to have it all right now, Gage thought. We can have the whole night up in my room. Ooh—

Her hips might have slowed down, but her vagina made up for it. It narrowed still further, forming a snug fit around Gage's cock. Tight enough to keep him hard and eager.

The lights flickered and briefly plunged into darkness. Gage's eyesight flickered with it. For a brief moment he thought he saw something else in his lap. Something that was not human.

Tight enough to keep him trapped.

"Give me more," the woman said.

She was optimistic. A triple-barreller? Not even horny teen Gage could manage that.

But that was with a normal woman. This girl was not.

The girl chuckled darkly. Her belly popped and flexed sinuously as internal muscles gripped and worked on Gage's cock.

Something happened inside her. Her vagina clamped around the base of his cock and a muscular contraction rolled up his shaft. A chamber opened up within her and pulled on Gage's cock with a strong vacuum force. He felt it on the end of his shaft. He felt it down the shaft. He felt it in his balls. It was a powerful tugging suck.

Gage felt himself sinking back, sinking into the chair. His toes twitched. His whole nervous system thrummed like vibrating piano wires. After his big double-barrelled pop there couldn't be anything left. That had to have emptied his balls.

The girl's unnatural pussy would not be denied. It kept throbbing and sucking. He was caught, suspended beneath her, his whole body trembling in delicious resistance. He couldn't hold out. Her pussy sucked. And sucked. And sucked. And finally Gage's resistance broke. He let out a strangled moan and emptied a third load into her.

This one kept going. Her vagina continued to throb around him, working like some indefatigable organic pump. That's what it was doing—pumping the cum right out of his balls.

The girl leant forward and lasciviously licked his face. Her tongue felt unnaturally hot and long.

Gage couldn't stop. Her belly flexed and popped and Gage kept spurting cum inside her like a broken tap.

Cum... and maybe something else.

Gage felt that unnatural tugging suction stretch beyond his balls and into his abdomen.

What was happening? What was she doing to him? It felt so good, but also so draining. His orgasm kept going. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't even move his body.

He felt the vacuum suction reach up into his chest.

Unable to move or stop, he glanced over to the others with wide, fearful eyes.

* * * *

What was happening?

Alex saw Gage tip his head back and moan in orgasm. For a third time. A third time! His body trembled uncontrollably beneath the girl. He glanced over at Alex with wide frightened eyes.

The lights flickered and buzzed. They went off, briefly plunging the carriage into complete darkness. They came back on... but wrong.

The lights were dim and red, the colour of dying embers.

The thing writhing in Gage's lap still resembled a beautiful woman. To Alex that was maybe the worst part. She still looked sexy. Even with the black bat wings unfurling from her back. Even with the whiplike tail swishing behind her. Even with the horns rising up out of her red hair. Even with the blood-red skin marbled with black veins. Her figure was still incredible, better than any other girl they'd seen tonight, but so much better it crossed over the boundary between sexy and alien.

She rode Gage with wild abandon. She thrust her naked breasts out. She tipped her head back and let out a loud gasp of erotic delight. Gage, normally a bald-headed dynamo of a man, slouched meekly beneath her. His wide eyes met theirs and pleaded with them to do something.

Nevill went to stand up.

The devil woman turned her head. Her eyes were as black as pitch.

"Sit down!" she hissed.

Nevill collapsed on his ass on the floor and stayed there. Alex and Brian didn't move. They couldn't. All they could do was watch. Watch as...

* * * *

Gage couldn't stop. Her demonic vagina kept pumping and pumping, and Gage's ejaculate kept flowing into her. Her sex had become an irresistible sucking maw. She'd already emptied his balls and had moved onto the rest of him.

And it felt so good.

That was the bit he couldn't understand.

There was a devil woman sitting astride him. Her vagina was sucking the life out of him with great lusty gulps.

And he didn't want it to end.

Oh fuck it felt so good.

He couldn't stop. He couldn't stop it. He was coming apart and the pieces were flowing up into her hungry sex. All of him was flowing into her.

* * * *

He was melting. Dear fucking God, Gage was melting.

Alex watched it all with horror.

At first it looked like sweat, and then it got heavier, as if Gage's flesh had become melting wax. Beneath his T-shirt, his stomach rippled unnaturally and gradually diminished. It looked like the substance of him was being sucked out in great liquid gulps. As if it wasn't the devil girl's sex around his cock, but her mouth, and she was slowly sucking his fluids out like a spider consuming its prey.

Gage was alive throughout the whole process. His eyes were open and looking around him even as his chest started to collapse, then his face, until...

The she-devil finished with two powerful slams of her hips. She tipped her head up and let out a loud, ululating howl of climax.

Gage's face slid down the remnants of his body, his eyes still open and blinking, like mud thrown at a wall. He let out a final blissful sigh and his eyes closed.

The succubus, for she could be nothing else, held her pose. Her large bosom moved up and down as she breathed huskily.

The lights flickered off. When they came back on, they had returned to normal brightness. There was no red tinge.

The demoness was gone. Just Gage remained, his body a puddle of flesh-coloured slurry dripping down the seat.

Another flicker of the lights and that too was gone, vanished without so much as leaving a stain behind.

Alex blinked and let out a pent-up breath. Nevill stood up, stared around him and then returned to his seat on the other side of the carriage. Brian stared at his phone with a puzzled expression.

"Where's Gage?" Alex asked.

Brian turned to him. "Who's Gage?"

Alex blinked bleary eyes. He didn't know himself.

Why'd he said that? He didn't know a Gage.

He stared at an empty row of seats. There was a sense of something being missing, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The thought slithered around in the back of his head like a silvery fish, too fleet and slippery for him to catch, and eventually disappeared to nothingness like a forgotten dream on waking.

The train reached their stop and the three men got off. Alex paused at the door and looked behind him. He had that strange little nagging feeling he'd left something behind, but like most such thoughts, it was nothing.

THE END