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She sat back and put her hands on his knees, thrusting her chest out in front of her. She started to grind against him again; the exotic set of muscles that made up her pussy growing more insistent with each milking sensation.
Her stomach...something was wrong with her stomach. Between belly button and pussy something was writhing inside her, a worm, he didn't know. But he knew it frightened him more than the eyes.
She watched his gaze and smiled, were her teeth pointed?
"Noticed something have we? Well, its not for you, so don't worry, my tastes don't run that way."
She smiled again. Yes, pointed. His balls were tingling again, more insistently than before. If his limbs didn't feel like lead they'd be trembling.
The ring had stopped at the base of his penis and he felt the suction cup adjust itself and slide further along his length until it met the ring at the bottom.
"Uuugghhh, ooohhh, what is that?"
"That? Just my womb, it's the most dangerous part of a succubi's anatomy dontcha know."
This admission from the girl of being demonic didn't faze the coach much. His body didn't have enough energy to keep all those neurons ticking and keep his body alive. The only thing he could really feel was his cock. Someone had wrapped it in silk, no, something more than silk, beyond that. It was more than just a pleasant texture. It was muscled, skilled, alive, an entity separate from the girl herself.
It felt every nuance of his pleasure before he felt it himself and adapted accordingly to give him more.
"Its time to ggggooooo...." Her voice ended in a hiss, but he was too far gone to feel fear.
"I'm gonna fuck you," she whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you into dust."
She raised her hips up, briefly releasing a small amount of his cock briefly. The heat from the showers was overwhelming, but compared to her cunt, it was the arctic. His whole body shivered as the first few inches of penis were exposed to it. She slid down and...blessed warmth! Another moan. He sounded so weak.
She slid up. Shiver.
Down. Gasp.
And up again. Shiver.
The shiver didn't stop as she slid down again, but grew. His balls tingled again, but the sensation was so intense, it spread throughout his body, swallowing up the shiver and replacing it with a feeling of weightlessness.
The luxuriously slow tempo ended suddenly. One moment she was teasing him with her cunt, the next she was fucking him with it. Hard. A series of rough slaps filled the room, followed by her screams and his.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm fucking you coach, I'm fucking you hard! I'm gonna feed you to my tight little cunt!"
He came.
It was a torrent. Her rough fucking had summoned forth an orgasm that didn't plateau, it just rose. With each SLAP of their bodies meeting, he erupted inside her.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
His head hurt, he couldn't keep his eyes open. Was the water still hot? His body felt so cold.
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP...
The last thing he heard was the girl chuckling softly to herself as he sank into darkness.
***
Erin stood up and meandered towards a stream of hot water. She tilted her head upward to catch the torrent full in the face. It slid over and around her body, feeling glorious. A grey stain on the floor behind her was being washed down the drains. A few minutes later, nothing was left of Coach Hall, except what small part Erin carried within her. Her tummy rumbled insistently, and she rubbed the small bump above her pussy.
Thump.
She smiled. This heartbeat was much more welcome than the last one. Stace stuck her head around a corner of the shower room, peering through the steam.
"Erin?"
