A new book from AP Miller, published by Strict Publishing International.
"Good Guys Deserve Bad Girls" is a highly erotic tale of a demonic and yet irresistible female who seduces and tried to control a formerly highly religious young man.
She was a succubus, a female demon who could take any form and whose sole purpose was to seduce human males and then to steal their souls.
Andrew was deeply religious, with no sexual experience other than his own fantasies. He was saving the physical side of any relationship until after he was married. He was pure.
Of course he was unable to resist her. Of course he fell under her spell. And of course he was going to lose his soul. Or was he? There was something about him that was different, and Pathrusim, the irresistible succubus, found herself with as much as she could handle – and more. And that was without the intervention of his equally beautiful and irresistible Guardian Angel.
Sex was the answer, and yet it was also the question. Sex, in all its many flavours and varieties was natural for Pathrusim and, surprisingly and despite his previous abstinence, an activity at which Andrew excelled and, even more surprisingly, about which his Guardian Angel seemed quite enthusiastic. Love, however, was totally alien to Pathrusim, but the part that Andrew’s true love and his virtue would play in the complex relationship, was to take her down a path she would never have considered possible.
An extract from the novel:
“Would - would you please escort me home? In case those... those bad men come after me again?”
Andrew nodded. “Of course.” He removed his long coat and draped it around her shivering body. “Which way, Miss, um... ?” he ventured.
“Pathrusim.” The name rolled off her tongue, soared through the air on butterfly wings, and dove into his ears, racing up and down his spine and causing little shivers. She lifted an arm to extend a long - nailed finger, pointing down the street.
“That way,” she told him, then wrapped the coat a bit more snugly around her slender frame. Andrew nodded as he led the way. Every few blocks she would indicate they should turn, and soon they were at an apartment building. He stopped at the door, waiting for her to return his coat. She looked at him a moment, studying him closely as she had earlier before asking him to walk her home, and then gave him another pouty, wide - eyed glance.
“Would you... would you like to come in?” she asked. “I don’t want to go in alone. Just in case.”
Andrew nodded, and once she had unlocked the door he followed her without further comment, and only slight trepidation.
Under normal circumstances, a well - raised young Christian hesitates before entering an apartment with the number “666” emblazoned across the door. All the more so when the apartment is located on the second floor. But Andrew entered without more than a glance at the label.
Pathrusim closed the door behind him, and he did not think to turn around until the sound of the dead bolt sliding home in the lock reached his ears. He pivoted, only to find himself confronting a double armful of wet and voluptuous female flesh, as slim yet strong arms wrapped around his neck, and full lips met his, kissing him with such thorough passion.
Two thoughts popped into his head... or rather, his
heads. The first, within his lower head, was a series of instructions, issued to the cardiovascular system. Attention all hands, his denim - sheathed package commanded,
increase blood flow until full rigidity. Testosterone releasing into bloodstream... now. All bodily functions, organs, and systems, prepare for imminent sexual activity and/or procreation. This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill. The woman is live, and she is hot!
The second thought, percolating within the head on his shoulders despite the receding supply of nourishing blood, was:
her tongue is surprisingly long. When he finally managed to pull away - difficult, given that her tongue seemed to want to remain within his mouth despite her lips pulling back (and almost succeeding in remaining in contact with his palate despite her lips breaking contact with his own) - he gasped. “You don’t... you don’t need to do this.”
His lower head issued a sharp reprimand to his vocal cords.
That’s enough out of you, mister! Tighten up and stay that way — can’t you see this is a group effort?
Pathrusim responded with simple monosyllables, words easy enough for him to understand. “I know. I
want to do this.” The beginnings of a truly wicked smile began to contort her pouting lips into a configuration just as maddeningly attractive, screaming for physical contact. “What’s more, I’m
going to.”
And with that, she sank down, her eyes rolling up to look at him, capturing his gaze with her own as she unbuckled his leather belt and unzipped his fly. The leather pouch for his multi - tool went flying as it slipped from the end of the belt, landing with a quiet thud on her carpeted floor.
“I’m a virgin,” he moaned. “I’m saving it for marriage! What are you trying to do to me?”
Pathrusim simply smiled as she kissed the tip of his now rock - hard penis, which responded to her ministrations by issuing a scathing insult to his inhibitions.
The devil with you, cerebrum! I’ve got all the blood now, and I'm running the show from here on in!
“You saved it for
me, Andrew.” Pathrusim sighed happily, seeming to grow even more delighted at his confession of innocence. Then she swallowed the entire thing in one swift motion.
I’m going in, boys! The shaft reported delightedly.
If I’m not out safely in five minutes, tell the testicles to send in the artillery barrage! Andrew’s face contorted with an almost frightened expression. The woman was dangerous, a raven - haired temptress with the scent of musk and an exquisitely skillful touch, as finely honed as a razor’s edge and as encompassing as a hot bubble bath. But, God help him, her mouth on his penis felt so very good, and he was not about to stop her now.
He reached for her dark hair, attempting to pull her away. But then he felt her making swallowing motions, her throat muscles squeezing his cock rhythmically as her tongue played with his shaft, and he held her in place instead.
Tears began to drip down his face, tears of ecstasy and despair. He did not want to break a promise made to his Lord and Savior™, but he would not - he
could not - give this up, this incredible sensation... and with that realization, the artillery barrage began.
Right on target, the head in charge congratulated the assorted body parts.
Penetration until ejaculation. Mission accomplished! Send out the victory call, vocal cords. Andrew gave an anguished roar of delight and despair and shame and satisfaction, before collapsing to the floor, undone by the incredible sensation.
Pathrusim smiled, licking her lips, obviously savoring the taste of him. Then she moved on top of him, her naked flesh rubbing against his own, engaging his entire frontal epidermal layer as a single gargantuan sexual organ. Dimly, he realized that neither of them was clothed at this point, though he did not remember stripping, or being stripped. But having lost all authority to the mutinous coup d'état of the lower head, his upper head simply made a note for later inspection, once it had regained command.
Hands and mouth roamed his body, and he cried bittersweet tears knowing his promise to save himself was about to be broken. Knowing it, even as his vocal cords moaned his body’s acquiescence. Until his traitorous penis cried out,
once more into the breach, comrades, as it expanded into a rigid, megalomaniacal monster once again.
Her eyes fixed on his with a terrible gaze as she slid up his body. She impaled her dripping cunt on his hard shaft, smiling at him as she half - mocked, half - marveled, “You can’t resist...” She moved up and down on his cock, her vaginal walls gripping him rhythmically.
Andrew stared into her awful, evil, beautiful eyes, unable to look away. Her lips were twisted in a truly wicked way now, in a sneer of lust and conquest, a sneer no doubt worn by many a successful sexual predator as they gazed down at an innocent victim who had been broken by pleasure.
Her voice soared, engorged with her pleasure and triumph. “You are
mine, now!” And with that, she began to cry silently as her climax exploded over her and his cock met her assault with a brilliantly executed counter strike, his balls tightening up to shoot a second barrage of hot, sticky cum, joining her in release...
As he passed out, one last image imprinted itself on his retinas. Her eyes... beautiful... wicked... fondly gazing at him... glowing... pupils almond - shaped... the pupils of a cat... or...
"Good Guys Deserve Bad Girls"
