Feeding your succubus (Patreon)

Yourhypnotist drains you, as you devote your pleasure to them.

Inspired by @hypnanosis

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“Awh, plaything, you can feel it, can’t you?” Your hypnotist leant over you on the bed, looking down at you as you mindlessly played with yourself. “With every movement of that hand, with every gasp, and moan, you’re feeding me.”

They dragged their nails down your chest, scratching, leaving red marks in their wake. It felt incredible. “Draining yourself for me. I am your succubus, I feed on your pleasure, your desire. And it feels so good. You’re pleasing me. Making yourself a battery of pleasure for me.”

Your hand was stuck between your legs. You couldn’t have pulled it away, even if you wanted to. And you did not want to. “Mmm… Touch more, feel more, get lost in it.” Your vision had faded, you were vaguely aware of the ceiling above you, as your hand brought you bliss.

“The hazy, foggy pleasure that blankets your mind, leaves you so dizzy, so ditzy for me. So, I can slip my words in deeper, drain your mind, your body, and your soul.” You felt their control in your brain, interweaving with every neuron. “Feel your arousal growing, pet.”

You let out a moan, as the pleasure grew. Your hips bucked, your other hand clutched at the sheets. “You need more pleasure, you have to have it.” Their tone was encouraging, eager. “So, go on, find that pace that’ll make you cum.” Your moans became breathless as you complied.

“Make yourself helpless for me, more pleasure, more, more, more!” Your orgasm was approaching. “That’s it. So close, feel the pleasure rising, peaking.” Everything was turning into static except for the oncoming orgasm. “The edge approaches, my pleasure puppet. Cum for me.”

You weren’t seeing anything. There was just feeling. There was just pleasure, pulsing through your body, making you shudder, writhe, gasp, and moan. Your hypnotist was laughing down at you, sounding satisfied. “Mmm, such a good plaything. Feeding your succubus.”