Close Encounter

Close Encounter

Dean found himself grinning madly. “A succubus, eh? At least they go out with bliss.”
“These people get their energy sucked out really slowly. Is that what you call bliss?” Sam gave him a questioning look.
“You woudn’t understand that, Sammy. You live like a monk! I’m telling ya dude, if you’d get laid more often you would know that there is no better way of getting exhausted then a multible orgasm orgy…”
Sam closed his eyes. “Too much information!”
Dean chuckled under his breath. He loved it when Sam got uncomfortable about sex-stories. The younger Winchester was just a little tight-assed about the matter – at least in public – and Dean teased him for it. Sam always acted like the flower-sex fluff guy and he gave Dean enough shit about his little romances so there was no remorse for making Sam blush every once in a while.
“So how do we find out which one it is?”, Dean asked looking at the entrance of the adults-only establishment the victims had all seen in before their death. “I mean you can’t really say which of these guys are just horny and which are bewitched.”
Sam frowned thinking. “The victims have all been young males, fit and healthy. I guess we could make one of us bait and the other backup…”
“I knew you it! Even you can’t let up the oportunity of incredibly horny sex if it’s served on a silver platter!” Dean wiggled his eyebrows and Sam gave him a sober look.
“No Dean, we will take it out before that… and I won’t be bait. You will be.”
Dean grinned. “Really? Are you that prude?”
Sam huffed. “No. But you’re the slut in the family…”
Dean slapped him over the head for that comment. “I just know how to have fun other then you, Mister Tormented Broody-Boy!”

They never managed to put their plan in movement for there was movement behind Dean and a pale hand sneaked out fom underneath his arm and slithered over his chest curling itself in the front of his jacket as a presence closed in on his back unil there was a soft body pressed against him enveloping him with the feeling of want and a warmth. Hot breaths puffed against the crook of his neck and made his skin tingle before there was a mouth on his ear grazing the lobe with teasing teeth and a tongue dipped in the little slope right beneath the ear. “Come with me.”

Sam let out a surprised shout. He had been concentrated on their argument and had not noticed the woman sneaking in on them from the shadows. He only noticed the hand that was pressed against Dean’s chest after Dean’s eyes went out of focus and his brother let out a low moan. Then he saw her. She was conceiled nearly completely by Dean’s broad shoulders and had placed herself perfectly out of Sam’s sight. Her head was tilted to the side of Dean’s head that was opposite to Sam and she was talking to his brother. Sam reached for the gun and pointed it at the succubus but Dean stood between them seemingly noncaring for the gun Sam held at him and unaware of the danger he was in.
Dean started moving backwards and Sam tried to steo to the side, so he could get a good shot. But the succubus stayed in direct body contact to the older brother and Sam did not want to risk hurting Dean. So he kept his gun on point following the two as they walked down the alley. “Dean! Bro, snap out of it! She’s the succubus! DEAN!”
Dean seemed to be deaf and Sam found himself forced to wait for a window to shoot without endangering his brother. They didn’t go far. The succubus opened a door to a building just at the end of the street and within a heartbeat she and Dean were through the door. It was surprising as they had moved slowly and carfully until Dean was pulled in faster then a human being should have managed and the door fell shut.
“DEAN!”
Sam tried to open the door and found it locket. He stepped back and kicked hard. It took him three kicks ere the lock budged. He raised his gun again and went in eyes scouting his surroundings. It was a roomy place with no furniture, free standing wooden beams being part of the construction and a lot of dark corners within the scarce lighting. He heard another moan that sounded like Dean but this one was less blissful and more pained. Sam snapped around and found his brother in one of the corners sitting on the floor sweat building on his forhead. Sam moved towards him but then he felt a hand on his arm and lips on his neck. It was incredible. All tension left his body carrying with it the fear and anxiety rerouting his emotions to a deeply founded lust and need. The gun fell to the floor and he turned to the woman who was nibbling on his neck.
His arms sneaked around her pulling her closer, hands roaming over the soft curves of a delicious body. She was not small or Sam would have had to stoop down further to be able to grab her well rounded butt with one hand while the other circled the woman’s waist. He found himself nuzzling short black hair that gave free the look of a long and slender neck. His head dipped low to lick over the delicate skin there as she nibbled on his collarbone with teasing teeth.
Dean had gotten up again and came up behind her pessing up against her back and pushing her further against Sam. She moved her hips and both brothers moaned as they sandwiched the woman from both sides hands all over her breasts and waist.
Her hands came up and she took both brothers’ chins I in her hands. “Now now, boys…”
She turned around and leaned against Sam who pulled her closer and started licking her earlobe, his tongue dipping into her ear every now and again. She was facing Dean and pushed his jacket off with skilled hands. He made a quick movement and his shirt followed.
Dean leaned in and kissed her in a long languid match of tongues and teeth. He invaded her mought his tongue roaming the warmth and he pressed up against her while Sam did the same from the behind.
Her nails dug into Dean’s chest and she bit his lower lip making his moan in pained pleasure. “Kneel down.” He obeyed without hesitation and she slid away from Sam to stoop down and take a pair of cuffs that were chained to a wodden beam next to Dean. The cuffs clicked closed on his wrists and she gave him another kiss. “Be a good boy… I’ll make it worth your while.” She turned back to Sam who had been at her back this whole time and started kissing him in a long deep kiss. Dean pulled on the chaines. She was still within reach and he started kissing her legs. He started on the knees and she shifted herself and Sam a little, so she stood closer. Dean could touch her calves and he stroked them slowly while his mouth worked it’s way up her thies. The red skirt was short and Dean went up beneath it kissing and licking. She did not bother with underwear.
She shifted again turning her back to Sam, so Dean could have her front. Sam grabbed her breasts from the behind hands sliding beneath the top fingers teasing. She stared moaning and moved her hips.
Then she took a hand to stroke Dean’s hair pulling him away. “Keep that thought.”
Her smile was that of promised bliss and torture as she stepped away to put all her attention on Sam.
Her hands stroked over Sam’s chest and pushed the jacket backwards. Sam let go of her for a moment to shrug it off and saw her in full for the forst time as she grabbed the rim of his shirt.
She was not pretty and she was not beautiful. She was hot. The dress she wore did not let anything to imagination. The short black hair framed a pale face with dark eyes that were framed by a lot of dark makeup and her full lips were cherry red. It looked like she had done so many sinful things with them that they were all bruised red by now. She wore no bra and either she was cold or she was really hot because her breasts showed their buds through the fabric.
She pulled the shirt over Sams head and shoved him backwards until he leaned against the wall. Her tongue started working it’s way down his torso beginning on the dip of his neck and down over his chest. She bit down hard on one nipple and Sam let out a low moan.
His hands swept over her shoulders and neck. One took hold of the incredibly soft hair that smelled like want and need and the other slid underneath the shoulder strap of the red slutty dress and pushed it away. She was still trailing down his body and he hissed as she gnawed on his packs her nails trailing down his sides leaving red marks.
He had to let go of her as she sank to the knees and he put one arm over his eyes the other grabbing hold on the wall as he swayed from the need that boiled inside him. He was incredibly hard already and he felt the urge to just grab her and throw her to the ground grinding into her like there was no tomorrow but what she did to him, although it was a torture, was too good to stop.
She licked his hipbones on the line where his jeans ended and it made him moan again.

Dean was in pain. He was sitting on the floor with his hands cuffed to a wodden beam. She had left him there hot and needy to take her time with Sam. She had promised to get back to him but watchng this was torture. Sam stood on the wall one arm draped over his head the other groping at the wall. She knelt before him hands roaming his body unfastening his pants and sliding them down. She licked his hips and bit down. Sam moaned his hips shoving forwards in need. She grabbed him and started stroking him oh-so-slowly.
Dean’s breath was fast and shallow and hadn’t she half undressed him before cuffing him he would have fainted from the heat that ran through his veins. He was hard and he was horny. His pants seemed three sizes too small and he tried to get them off while still cuffed on both hands. Small beads of sweat were running down his spine and he felt his insides on fire. It was like a withdrawal and she was the drug. The tension was too strong. He rubbed frantically on the crotch of his jeans moaning as it didn’t satisfy the need he felt. He pulled on his chains groaning and panting.

Sam was burning up from the inside. She was still kneeling in front of him but she had him in her hands licking and sucking on just the right places to make him scream. His muscles were painfully tense and he was groaning hands tugging on her hair.
He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and he pulled her away before she would make him come. She grinned at him and he pulled her up turning her towards the wall. He ripped on the dress and pulled it over her head. She didn’t wear anything underneath and his arms went around her and her took hold of the well rounded butt. He scooped her up and pressed her against the wall pushing into her.
He moaned at the tight warmth that enveloped him and started trusting upwards pushing her into the wall with every stroke. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she craned back her neck and offred out her breasts for him to worship. He licked the tender skin and his tounge played around the rosy bud.
Beads of sweat trailed down his neck and his chest and he sped up pace panting hard while she ran her nails over his neck. He pressed her against the wall with his body head pressed up against her breasts mouth open and panting as she rode him towards the edge. It took him only a few more thrusts and he screamed out the need and tension as it all got released into her warm and slick body. His whole body clenched down, mucles tensing and as the tension was released his vision began to swim and he sank to his knees before toppling over and lying on the floor drifting off towards blissful unconciousness.

Dean was close to screaming from frustration and pain as Sam finally sank to the floor in exhausted postorgasmic bliss. She stood over Sam and gave him a languid smile. Then she stepped towards Dean and picked up her dress to pull something from a hidden pocket. It was a lipstick. She pulled off the lid and refreshed the cherry red of her lips as she stalked towards Dean wearing nothing but lipstick.
She stood before him just out of reach, so he could see her well rounded body and crave for the touch of it. He leaned towards her as far as he could and she leaned down placing a deep cherry kiss on his mouth that felt like heaven. But she did not close the distance. Instead she put her left foot into his shoulder and let him kiss his way up her calve while she refreshed the cherry lipsick once more. She smelled like sweat and sex and it made Dean unbelievably horny.
Finally she came closer and pushed Dean backwards hard. “Get here.” She knelt a few feet away and the only possibility for him to get closer was to stretch himself out on the floor lying with his hands cuffed over his head. With knowing movements she disposed of his pants and crawled up his body leaving cherry red lipsick all over the inside of his things making him moan and move beneath her. She put on another layer of lipstick before she lowered her head into his croch and licked over him before letting him slide into her mouth smearing red lipstick all over his manhood.
His hips buckled upwards and she moved against it taking him in deep while her hands played between his legs and teased him into moans. He was as hard as humanly possible and groaning loudly. This was bliss. His back arched up from the floor and his head rolled backwards while her dark hair covered his groin.
But she didn’t let him come. He whimpered as she let go of him and sat up looking at him. “Please!”
She gnawed her lower lip and refreshened her lipstick one more time before she cast it aside. She went further up his body biting his chest hard and invading his mouth with her tongue while she lay flat on his naked body. He moved up against her rubbing himself on her as she kissed him. Then she sat up on his chest and her hands trailed up his shoulders and arms. “Turn around.” Her weight left him and he obeyed lying on his stomach. She settled down again on his butt and trailed her hands down his shoulders and back worshipping the muscles that streched the tanned skin. Her nails left red trails and she kisses the back of his neck before she reached over his head and uncuffed Dean’s wrists one after the other. He took his chance and turned them both getting over her and pressing her to the ground. She grinned at him and took his right hand bringing his wrist up to her mouth. It was smeared with blood where the cuffs had cut in as he struggled against them. She took her time licking it off and Dean found his own mouth occupied as he licked and sucked on her breast. As she switched sides, so did he and soon her mouth was not red from the cherry lipstick anymore but from his blood.
He was still lying on top of her and his hands sneaked underneath her back as he moved her into the right position before he pushed deep inside her with a satisfied moan. She arched up adjusting the angle and moaned as well as he started moving against her hard and fast. She tried to grab is shoulders but he grabbed her wrists and held her arms to the side of her head. Long pale legs wound themselves around him as he pushed into her warm body hard and her head rolled back with pleasure. He kissed and gnawed on her neck and shoulders while he sped up pace with every push. As he was growing closer his heart rate was that of a panick attack and sweat was rolling down his spine his muscles were unbearably tense and he had a feaver that was about to burn him to ashes.
He came with a violent push and to muffle his groan he bit down on the side of her neck and made her utter a lustful cry. He rode her hard until the last waves of bliss ebbed off and then he rolled to the side panting hardly finding the air to breath as dark patches appeared in his field of vision. He couldn’t see things sharply anymore and he was about to black out but he was sated fully.
“Hey, you!” It was Sam’s voice although Dean did not have the strength to look up. He heard a shot go off and only then turned his head. Sam stood over the woman gun in hand. She was dead.
After a few moments Dean felt the foggy lust that had taken over his senses ebb away but he still felt more satisfied then he had in a long time and the strength the succubus had pulled from him did not return. He blacked out while Sam was picking up his clothes.
Had one of them alone been with her then he would have been dead by that point.


The End

A/N: This was a challenge from my beloved Mangacat who made me write my first sex scene EVER tonight and I hope it worked out. Cat, you make a good girl do the kinkiest things here!