Oct 222014
 

suckubeth2clr“Greetings mortals! It is me, Suckubeth, the Queen of the D’s who knows how to please! With me as always is my Flaming-Skull-on-a-Stick companion, Burny.”

“There is a disturbance in the air tonight! The walls between worlds are crumbling! Souls are just one scary sex story away from being preyed on by demons!”

“I know, Burny! It is what makes this such a wonderful time of the year. To help in your soul damnation, I have a story for you today called, Hungry Deborah.”

“You can’t show that story! It will leave the readers in a puddle of their own desire! They will helpless against any cruel ravishing spirit that wanted them!

“Oh Burny, you do know how to sweet talk a girl!

“Read on, mortals.”
~~~

Maria checked her costume in the mirror. The light blue sparkles of the mermaid outfit popped on her light brown skin. The seashell clams squeezed her large breasts into a bounty of the sea. The starfish headband looked great with her long black hair. She was looking hot.

As she applied her eyeliner, she remembered something from her childhood. There was something about saying a name in front of a mirror. Was it Bloody Mary? Was it that guy from the movie. No it was something else. It was on the edge of her memory.

Suddenly it came to her. It was saying a name while wearing your Halloween costume. Her friend Anna had told it to her.

“If you wear a Halloween costume in front of a mirror, don’t say Hungry Deborah three times. She’ll come and eat you.”

Maria smiled. Anna always had scary stories. Maria was sure that Hungry Deborah had an elaborate back story but she didn’t remember it. It probably had something to do with an insane asylum or not getting any treats on Halloween. All Maria remembered was that she spent a year not talking in front of her mirror in case it summoned something.

She finished her makeup. There was no way that Jorge was going to miss her tonight. He was going to be eating out of her hand.

Maria turned away from the mirror and then turned back. She was excited. She looked great. It was a time for conquering fears and men.

“Hungry Deborah, Hungry Deborah, Hungry Deborah.”

A chill went through her. The smile turned to a frown before returning a smile. There, she felt better already.

The party was at a friend of a friend’s house. Maria drove and trusted her GPS. The moon was full and bright tonight. She drove past the old Laymon house and thought she saw lights there. Gangs of children roamed the sidewalks with reflective costumes. A woman dressed as a bee and a zombie at the same time crossed the street. It was a crazy night.

The GPS guided her to an industrial road. She passed a warehouse where people were yelling and probably having a party. The night seemed to get darker.

The directions took her into the woods. Maria sighed and kept going. Jorge better be there and he better be sober. She didn’t want to drive all this way for him to be too drunk to appreciate her costume.

The car stopped. The engine and the lights cut off without any warning. Maria hit the brakes to keep the car from coasting.

“What the fuck?” she said. She turned the key and nothing happened.

Something bit the top of her breast. A flash of pain shot through Maria but also a flash of something else between her thighs.

“Jesus!” Maria screamed. She grabbed her breast. It felt like someone had bitten the exposed flesh of her tit.

She tried to turn on the car interior light. It wouldn’t come on. She dug out her phone and turned on its light. It shined onto her breast.

There was the outline of teeth where it had bitten her.

“Mary, Mother of Jesus,” Maria whispered.

Something bit her other breast. It clamped down harder and kept biting. Maria tried to push it away but there was nothing there. She shined her phone light on her breast and she could see her flesh being squeezed by an invisible jaw.

It suddenly stopped. The teeth marks remained.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” Maria said. She tried to dial a number. The screen wouldn’t accept any of her finger touches.

“Hungry,” a voice whispered in her ear.

Chills ran down Maria’s back.

Teeth clamped down on her neck.

Maria screamed.

The teeth bit down harder but Maria noticed it wasn’t breaking her skin. It was just a solid bite. She felt cold breath exhale onto her neck.

More chills went down her back. Other chills went to her sex.

The teeth released her neck.

“Hungry,” the voice whispered again. It was a woman’s voice.

“Hungry,” the voice whined.

Something nipped her ear.

“Fuck!” Maria yelled and she shoved open the door. She tried to run out but her seatbelt held her. Her fingers fumbled and finally released the seatbelt clasp. Free, she ran out of the car.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Maria yelled. She ran a few steps from her car but stopped. It was dark. There were no street lights. There was just the moon and the glow of the city over the trees.

Where the fuck was she going to run?

Something bit her thigh. Maria reached down to stop it but her own costume was in the way. She couldn’t touch her leg without pulling her costume off.

It wasn’t that bad of a bite actually. It was a gentle bite, soft and slowly clamping down on her skin. It reminded Maria of Jorge.

The bite let go and moved higher up her thigh. The sharp teeth were a gentle nip on her skin. Maria shivered and it had nothing to do with the cold.

“Hungry,” the voice whispered again. There was a dire need in the voice.

Something bit the top of Maria’s pussy. It was a quick nip that lasted less than a second. Maria cried out and stumbled away from it. She hit the car and cried out again.

The side of her pussy was nipped. Sharp teeth bit down on sensitive flesh for a split moment.

“Oh shit,” Maria said. The understanding of an adult reinterpreted a child’s story. That was why Deborah was Hungry.

A mouth pressed against Maria’s sex. Maria leaned on the car for support as an unseen mouth nibbled on her pussy lips. She looked down at her costume and could see no trace of the mouth that was there between her legs.

Biting gave way to kisses. Kisses gave way to licks. Licks gave way to hungry sucking of sexual juices.

“Oh shit, yes,” Maria moaned. Her tits heaved as she breathed harder. She bit her lips as the cold air kissed her face.

The mouth was ravenous. It buried itself in Maria’s sex. A tongue licked variously deep inside her. Without a need to breathe, the mouth never paused in its incessant devouring.

Maria gripped the car and moaned. Her knees were shaking. Her nipples were hard and rubbed against the clamshells of her outfit. She humped the air as she tried to rub harder against the mouth that was eating her.

The mouth kept licking. As the pleasure grew between her thighs, Maria felt a sudden bite on her pussy lips. The sharp pain halted her pleasure but then the licking resumed and her pleasure was amplified was twice as before.

The second time it happened was right when Maria was about to come. She cried out at the feeling of teeth but then she moaned louder at the loss of her orgasm.

The licking resumed and Maria knew she was close. This time she was going to come. There would be no stopping it this time.

The teeth bit her again and Maria climaxed. She shouted her pleasure and her surprise. The pain turned into pleasure and bliss invaded her body.

The licking didn’t come back. Maria moaned and rubbed the tops of her breasts.

“Hungry Deborah?” she asked.

Nothing touched her.

Maria leaned down in front of her side mirror. “Hungry Deborah, Hungry Deborah, Hungry Deborah!”

Nothing happened.

Maria opened her car and plopped in. She was wonderfully wet. She tried the key and car roared back to life.

She didn’t feel like going to the party now. Jorge had lost his appeal.

Maria did wonder what Anna was up to these days.
~~~

“I do love a story where someone is eaten alive. Don’t you, Burny?”

“Interesting how you had to stories in a row about the supernatural performing oral sex. Is this because of magical reasons or do you just run out of ideas?”

“Halloween is all about the oral treats, Burny. That and the dead, the spirits and the kinky costumes.”

“Hmm, I can see how the sacrifices of Samhain were really referencing sex and over the years it is had been passed down and translated into sweets.”

“Exactly, plus I am adding a hundred years of torment to your existence for that crack about running out of ideas.”

“As for you readers, we reach our thrilling finale for October! I’ll catch your souls later.”

  2 Responses to “Fiction: Hungry Deborah”

  1. That was a wonderful way to close out the month. I love these type of stories, the invisible lover. Yummy.

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