The presence of the Succubus stirs him awake, the moonlight backlighting her body through her flowing translucent gown.

“Who are you, how did you get…”

Her fingers traces his lips, silencing him. I’m Elsheth. I’m here for you Algernon.

“For me?” he asks, his nightshirt rising on its own supernaturally.

Elsheth’s fingers brush against his glans. His erection, the object of her desire.

His gasp fills the room as she lowers herself down on his length.

He screams as the vagina clamps tight, sucking him dry.

The last drop deposited, she leaves him with a smile of ecstasy.