Kylee’s Night of Teasing Temptation and Eternal Ecstasy

It’s that time of year again—Halloween, when the veil between worlds thins just enough for a crafty little succubus like me to slip through and play. My name’s Kylee, and if you thought witches and ghosts were the only ones haunting the night, think again. I’m the young, bratty goddess of temptation, a coed vixen with a switch’s wicked grin. Here to tease and please until you’re begging for more. This year, I decided to turn a sleepy college town’s Halloween bash into my personal orgy of indulgence. Why? Because every succubus needs her harvest. Not to drain you dry—no, that’s for amateurs. I just siphon a tiny sip of your life force, enough to keep you alive, aching, and coming back for next year’s feast. It’s my little femdom fantasy twisted into reality: you give me your essence, and I leave you craving more.

Teasing Temptation

The air is crisp with autumn chill, jack-o’-lanterns flickering like horny eyes in the dark. I slinked into the party dressed as a “sexy devil,” but let’s be real—I’m the devil incarnate. My costume? A skimpy black corset that hugged my perky tits like a lover’s hands, pushing them up until they threatened to spill out with every breath.

Short plaid skirt—coed brat vibes, of course—barely covering my ass, and thigh-high stockings that screamed “touch if you dare.” Fishnet gloves up to my elbows, red heels sharp enough to peg a sub’s dreams, and a choker necklace that read “Goddess” in glittering letters. My makeup? Smoky eyes to hypnotize, blood-red lips ready to wrap around whatever cock caught my fancy. I wasn’t here to scare; I was here to seduce, to switch from teasing denial to dominant devouring.

The party was at some frat house turned haunted maze—fake cobwebs, strobe lights pulsing like a heartbeat in heat, and bass-heavy music thumping through the walls. Bodies everywhere: college guys in cheap costumes, grinding against girls in nurse outfits or cat ears. But I could smell them—the ripe, pulsing energy of men ripe for the taking. My succubus senses tingled, zeroing in on a group of four hunks by the keg. There was Jake, the tall quarterback with broad shoulders and a bulge already straining his pirate pants. Next to him, Mike, the nerdy one in glasses, trying to look cool as a zombie but failing adorably. Then Tyler, the tattooed bad boy dressed as a vampire, smirking like he owned the night. And finally, Ryan, the shy artist type in a ghost sheet, peeking out with wide eyes. Perfect. A little variety for my orgy menu—daddy material, sissy potential, and everything in between.

I Hit The Jackpot

I sauntered over, hips swaying like a pendulum of sin, my skirt flipping up just enough to flash my lace thong. “Hey boys,” I purred, my voice a bratty lilt laced with goddess command. “Lost in the fog? Or just waiting for a real witch to cast a spell on you?” They turned, eyes widening like they’d hit the jackpot. Jake was first, offering me a beer with a grin. “What’s a devil like you doing in a place like this?” I took the cup, brushing his fingers with mine—electric, already pulling threads of their aura. “Hunting,” I whispered, leaning in so my tits grazed his arm. “For naughty boys who need a tease before the treat.”

It started slow, my cocktease specialty. I flirted shamelessly, switching from playful brat to dominant domme. With Jake, I pressed against him on the dance floor, grinding my ass back into his crotch until I felt his cock harden like a rod of steel. “Mmm, feel that?” I giggled, reaching back to squeeze his thigh. “You’re already throbbing for me. But no touching yet—goddess’s rules.” He groaned, hands hovering, desperate. Mike got the humiliation treatment; I pulled him into a corner, whispering, “Look at you, all stiff under that zombie makeup. Bet you’d love to be my little sissy tonight, wouldn’t you? Watching while I play with the big boys.” His face flushed, but his dick twitched visibly—hooked.

Halloween I’m In Charge

Tyler thought he was smooth, trying to pin me against the wall for a kiss. I flipped the switch, grabbing his wrists and slamming them above his head with surprising strength—succubus perks. “Oh, vampire boy, you think you bite? I’ll peg your ego first.” I nipped his earlobe, then pulled away, leaving him panting. Ryan was the easiest; a soft touch on his arm, and he was melting. “Come on, ghostie,” I cooed, “let me make you feel alive.” By midnight, I’d herded them upstairs to an empty bedroom, the party’s chaos fading behind us. The door clicked shut, and the real Halloween harvest began.

“Strip,” I commanded, lounging on the bed like a queen on her throne, legs crossed to tease the view up my skirt. They hesitated, but my eyes—glowing faintly with infernal hunger—pushed them. Clothes hit the floor: Jake’s ripped abs, Mike’s surprisingly thick cock springing free, Tyler’s inked body rippling with muscle, Ryan’s lean frame trembling with anticipation. I stood, circling them like prey, my fingers trailing lightly over their skin. “On your knees, boys. Worship your goddess.” They dropped, a circle of eager cocks pointing at me like arrows. I started with JOI, my voice a sultry guide. “Stroke for me, slow. Imagine my wet pussy clenching around you, milking every drop.” Hands moved, moans filling the room as I teased, denying release. “Not yet. Tease yourselves like I tease you.”

ORGY TIME

The orgy ignited when I shed my corset, my full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard as diamonds. I pushed Jake onto the bed first, straddling his face. “Eat me, daddy,” I demanded, grinding my soaked thong against his mouth. He lapped eagerly, tongue delving under the fabric to flick my clit. God, the taste of his devotion—sweet life force trickling into me as I rode his face, my juices dripping down his chin. “Fuck yes, deeper!” I brat-switched, pinching his nipples hard enough to make him yelp. Meanwhile, Mike knelt behind me, his cock sliding between my ass cheeks—no penetration yet, just hotdogging to build the humiliation. “Feel how close you are, sissy? But you don’t get inside. Not until I say.”

Tyler and Ryan watched, stroking furiously, until I beckoned them closer. “Threesome time, boys—make it a party.” I pulled Tyler’s cock to my lips, sucking the head with a pop, swirling my tongue around the veiny shaft while Ryan nursed on my tits. His mouth was tentative at first, but I grabbed his hair, forcing him deeper. “Suck harder, ghost boy. Pretend you’re possessing me.” The room reeked of sex—sweat, precum, my arousal thick in the air. I orchestrated it all, a switch succubus in her element: bratty commands one moment, submissive moans the next as Jake’s tongue plunged into my pussy, making me arch and cry out.

Fuck Me All Of You

We escalated. I flipped onto all fours, ass high, inviting the frenzy. “Fuck me, all of you—take turns, but remember, I’m in charge.” Jake claimed first, slamming his thick cock into my dripping cunt from behind. Oh fuck, he stretched me perfectly, pounding with quarterback force, balls slapping my clit. “Yes, daddy, harder! Fill your goddess!” Each thrust pulled a thread of his essence—vitality surging into me like liquid fire, keeping him alive but weakened just enough to crave more. Tyler took my mouth, face-fucking me with vampire aggression, his pierced tongue ring (a surprise) adding sparks as I deepthroated him, gagging wetly. Mike and Ryan flanked me, their cocks in my hands, jerking them in rhythm. “Cum for me, boys—but only on command,” I gasped around Tyler’s dick, humiliating Mike by making him beg. “Please, Kylee, let me… I’m your sissy slut.”

They Obeyed

The orgy blurred into a haze of bodies. I switched positions, pegging Tyler with a strap-on I’d conjured from the shadows—Halloween magic, baby—while he ate Ryan’s ass, turning the bad boy into a whimpering sub. “Take it like the bitch you are,” I taunted, thrusting deep, my hips snapping as Jake fucked me from behind in a daisy chain of depravity. Ryan, the shy one, got bold, sliding under to lick my clit while I dominated. Humiliation peaked when I made Mike watch, tied loosely with my stockings, stroking but denied. “Look at them fuck your goddess. You wish you were man enough.” His whimpers fed me too—emotional life force, delicious.

Climaxes built like a storm. I orchestrated their releases, siphoning sips of soul with every spurt. Jake came first, flooding my pussy with hot cum, his essence a warm glow in my veins. “Good boy—now you’re mine for next year.” Tyler exploded down my throat, salty and thick, as I swallowed greedily, pulling his vitality. Ryan painted my tits, ropes of jizz dripping as I rubbed it in like lotion. Mike, last and least, I allowed a handjob finish on my ass, his load weak but earnest. “Pathetic, but cute. You’ll train for harvest two.”

What A Delicious Harvest

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, the men dazed, breathing heavy, their life force buzzing in me like champagne. I hadn’t drained them—just enough to sustain my eternal youth, leaving them alive, horny, and obsessed. As dawn crept in, I dressed, blowing kisses. “Sweet dreams, pets. See you next Halloween—don’t disappoint your goddess.” They murmured promises, already addicted to my tease.

What a night—my bratty heart races just recounting it. If you’re reading this, consider it a warning… or an invitation.

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