Whispers of the Floating Temptress Part 1

Welcome as we explore another entry…uhm actually this is two entries broken into two. From the lovely Ms. Kat Comet, time now for the ultimate drainer of men. A very thirsty Krasue is on the hunt for big, delicious and explosive meals.

Welcome to the hunt of the floating temptress

In the misty veil of a Halloween night, where jack-o’-lanterns flickered like distant fireflies and the air hummed with the scent of incense and spiced pumpkin, she emerged from the shadows. They called her Krasue in the old tales—a spectral beauty whose head detached at will, her lithe body dissolving into ethereal mist while her glowing eyes and silken hair floated free, trailing delicate, glowing tendrils that pulsed with an otherworldly hunger. But to those she sought, she was no monster; she was ecstasy incarnate, a siren of the night who craved the thick, throbbing essence of men blessed with endowments that could stretch the limits of mortal pleasure.

Her name was Laila, though no one who encountered her ever uttered it aloud. She glides through the crowded streets of city’s hidden underbelly, where expats and locals mingled in dimly lit bars pulsing with bass-heavy music. The full moon hung low, casting silvery glows on her porcelain skin as her head hovered just above the throng. Invisible to most but irresistible to her prey. Tonight, her body—long since unbound from earthly chains—manifested only when desire demanded it, reforming in a swirl of silk and shadow to ensnare her quarry.

Laila’s senses were attuned to the pulse of virility. She could smell it on the wind: the musky promise of a man whose cock swelled to impossible girths, veins bulging like rivers of fire, ready to flood her with the vitality she thirsted for. It had been weeks since her last feast, and the ache between her invisible thighs burned like a curse. She needed a big one—thick enough to choke her floating form, long enough to plunge into the depths of her reforming flesh until he surrendered every drop.

Prey Found

Her eyes locked on him first: a tall Westerner named Jax, leaning against the bar of a neon-lit lounge called The Phantom Orchid. He was broad-shouldered, with a cocky grin and tattoos snaking up his arms like invitations to sin. But it was the bulge in his jeans that called to her—a heavy outline straining against the denim, hinting at the monster beneath. Laila floated closer, her trailing tendrils brushing invisible caresses against his neck. Making him shiver and adjust himself unconsciously. Yes, he would do. His cock would fill her, stretch her, and when she milked him dry, his essence would sustain her through the endless nights.

She manifested subtly at first—a whisper of jasmine perfume, a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye. Jax turned, his gaze snagging on the stunning woman who now stood before him, her body whole and voluptuous in a sheer black dress that clung to her curves. Her head tilted coyly, long black hair draped over one shoulder, but if he looked too closely, he might glimpse the faint glow at her neck, the subtle detachment that allowed her to hover just a fraction above the floor.

Time To Pounce

“Lost?” she purred, her voice a velvet rasp that sent heat straight to his groin. Her lips, full and painted crimson, curved into a smile that promised forbidden delights.

Jax chuckled, his eyes raking over her ample breasts, the way her nipples hardened against the fabric under his stare. “Nah, just looking for trouble. You offering?”

Laila’s laugh was low and throaty, vibrating through him like a promise. “The best kind. Buy me a drink, and I’ll show you.”

They talked—or rather, he talked, spilling stories of his travels. His job as a thrill-seeking adventurer, while she sipped her gin and tonic, her foot tracing lazy circles up his calf under the table. But her mind was elsewhere, fixated on the growing hardness in his pants. She could sense it: nine inches at least, thick as her wrist, with a head that would flare like a mushroom cap when engorged. Her mouth watered, her tendrils itching to coil around it already.

As the bar emptied, she leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. “My place is close. Want to see something… magical?”

Suck It Baby

Jax didn’t hesitate. They stumbled into the humid night, her hand guiding him through alleyways lit by flickering lanterns. Her “place” was an abandoned temple on the outskirts, overgrown with vines and echoing with the distant calls of night creatures. But to him, it shimmered like a dream—candles igniting spontaneously, silk cushions materializing on the stone floor.

She pushed him down onto the cushions, straddling his lap with a grace that belied her supernatural nature. Her dress hiked up, revealing smooth thighs and the bare, glistening lips of her pussy. Already slick with anticipation. “I’ve been watching you,” she whispered, grinding against the bulge that now tented his jeans obscenely. “I know what you’re hiding. Show me.”

Jax groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he fumbled with his zipper. When he freed it, Laila’s eyes widened in predatory delight. There it was—his cock springing free, a veined behemoth, the shaft curving slightly upward, the head purple and swollen, already leaking a bead of pre-cum that glistened in the candlelight. It was even better than she’d imagined: girthy enough to make her jaw ache, long enough to hit every secret spot inside her.

“Fuck, you’re huge,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around it—or trying to. Her hand couldn’t fully encircle the base; it throbbed hotly against her palm. Pulsing with the rhythm of his heartbeat. She stroked him slowly, feeling the ridges of veins under her touch, imagining how they’d drag against her inner walls.

Jax’s head fell back, a guttural moan escaping him. “Suck it, baby. I want those lips around me.”

Laila’s smile turned wicked. This was the moment. With a subtle shift, her body dissolved into mist, her head detaching seamlessly as she floated downward. To him, it seemed like a trick of the light, a erotic illusion as her mouth descended. But in truth, her spectral form enveloped him—tendrils wrapping around his thighs, holding him spread while her lips parted wide.

An Unworldly Blowjob

She took him in inch by inch, her throat relaxing impossibly to accommodate his girth. The head of his cock breached her mouth, sliding over her tongue, the salty tang of pre-cum flooding her senses. She hummed around him, the vibration making his balls tighten. Deeper she went, her floating head bobbing as she swallowed him whole, her nose pressing against his pubic bone. His cock stretched her throat like a glove, the bulge visible under her skin as she worked him.

“Oh shit… how are you… fuck!” Jax bucked, his hands tangling in her hair, not realizing it floated free. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling around the underside where the vein pulsed thickest. She could feel his essence building, hot and potent, ready to be drawn out.

But she wasn’t done. Reforming her body partially, she rose, her pussy hovering over his slick shaft. With a gasp, she impaled herself, the stretch burning deliciously as his thickness split her open. “Yes… fill me up,” she moaned, riding him with feral intensity. Her walls clenched around him, milking every ridge, every inch as she bounced, her breasts bouncing with each descent.

Jax’s hands roamed her body, pinching her nipples, but she was in control. Her tendrils teased his balls, rolling them gently, urging more blood to his cock until it felt like iron inside her. She ground down, circling her hips, feeling the head nudge her cervix, sending sparks of pleasure through her ethereal form.

The Harvest

“Fuck, you’re so tight… gonna cum soon,” he panted, his hips thrusting up to meet her.

“Not yet,” she commanded, slowing her pace to a torturous grind. She wanted to savor it, to drain him slowly. Leaning down, her floating head kissed him deeply, her tongue dueling with his while her body continued its rhythm. She could taste his desperation, feel his cock twitching inside her, veins throbbing against her g-spot.

The temple air grew thick with their moans, the slap of skin echoing like a ritual chant. Laila accelerated, her pussy fluttering around him, drawing him deeper. When he finally erupted, it was like a geyser—hot ropes of cum flooding her, pulsing in thick spurts that she absorbed greedily. She clenched, sucking every drop, her body glowing faintly as his vitality poured into her.

Jax collapsed, spent and shuddering, his massive cock softening inside her as she rode out the aftershocks. She dismounted gracefully, her form shimmering as she licked her lips, savoring the lingering taste.

But one man was never enough. The hunger stirred again, insatiable. As dawn crept near, Laila slipped away, leaving Jax in blissful exhaustion on the cushions. Her next hunt called.

Cum Back For More Soon!

If you want to know how this floating temptress’s further hunts for the biggest loads she can consume continues, keep an eye out for part two. Coming very, very soon! Perhaps if you are a man of massive girth and size you’ll volunteer? Let us know how you enjoyed this naughty tale below! You can know more about Ms. Kat from the links below.

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