Donovan Rocker knew that going into the garden at this time of night was asking for something to happen. He didn't mind that. The party was going hard inside the house, and people kept slipping out into the garden and coming back looking like they had the time of their lives. He slipped to the side where there was a path hidden in the bushes. He hoped that he would find something good in there. Or at least someone good. He sipped his drink, and the magic of it swirled into his head, and he wanted to see where it led him. He knew that drinking from the one table would attract someone to him for the night, but he hadn't been sure exactly what that meant. He had been to parties like this before and had never found what he was looking for.

The drink was done before he got ten feet into the path, so he backtracked to set it on the bench that was at the start of the opening, then he headed back into the path. He jumped a little at a crow that cawed above him when he made the first turn in the garden. He hated this, but he felt like there was something in here for him. The next turn had Donny looking back; he couldn't see where he had come from, as it seemed that the garden was magic. There were flowers glittering all around. He touched one, and it was like his body was on fire. He had never felt so aroused so quickly before.

Donny thought about the signs at the table that held what he drank. It was a potion that would pull in the perfect person to give him what he wanted. His deepest desires, which seemed tamed, but the thing was, the drink didn't allow him to say no to something unless it was hurting him. Shame had no place in sex, and no matter how much he didn't want to want something that he wanted, he wasn't going to be able to escape. He was going to have to live with what he wanted in the morning because he was going to remember all of it.

The plant wasn't giving him anything that he didn't want.

A hand on his shoulder had him turning to look, but there was no one there. He tried to reach out, and he did touch a person just as they were going down. Their shoulder disappeared, and he followed it down. Donny wondered what was going on until he felt the pull on his belt. Watching something invisible opening his belt and then his pants was more than he could take. He had to touch. He closed his eyes and he touched, finding the hair and tangling his fingers into it. He imagined what he wanted as far as the woman who was on her knees for him. The first lick had him thinking about what she would look like if she were like that, looking down at her as she was looking at him with a challenge in her eyes as she licked his cock, tempting him into doing more.

When she took him all the way into her mouth, Donny saw stars, and he tried to hold on because he didn't need to get off that quickly. He didn't want to make it that short for her. He wanted her to have the same kind of fun he was getting. He tightened his hold and held her in place as he slowed down how she was taking his cock. She moaned around his cock as he pushed it all the way back, her throat swallowing around him and then taking him back even further. He loved a person who could deep throat him, and he loved it when he came down their throat, making them take what he was giving them.

Just that thought made him come as she swallowed him all the way down, his cock swelling just a little, cutting off her oxygen, but she didn't react at all. She just kept him in there as long as he needed to get soft.

Then she was gone, like she had never been there. He reached to tuck himself back into his pants, but his belt was gone. He hadn't even felt her leave with it. He still tucked himself back into his pants, but he didn't button his pants, just zipped them, knowing that it would stay at least a little bit. He was thrumming with energy, and it was the kind of energy that made him want to find something else that was going to get him off.

Another turn and there were a few more flowers along the path, each of them glowing, but he didn't feel the need to touch them like he had the first one. Whatever the magic was doing, he was trapped inside of it, and he wasn't getting out until his deepest desire was filled.

There was the sound of fucking coming from outside the bush maze that filled the middle of the garden. He wondered how many were having the time of their life giving into their deepest and darkest fantasy. He had seen the aftermath of some of the parties, the people who didn't know what they had wanted, who hadn't looked inside the darkest parts of them. Many had died after parties like this over the years, but there was nothing to be done because no one was pressured into it. There was the temptation, but it wasn't like people were pushed to do it.

"Do you want me?" she asked, her voice curling around his ears as she pressed against his back, as he stopped to listen to the sounds around him. Her hand went for his cock as it was filling up again, the magic giving him the reaction period of a teenager.

"Yes," Donny said.

"Any way that I want you?"

"Yes." Donny closed his eyes again so that he didn't have to see his pants being opened by invisible hands. His pants and underwear were shoved down his thighs, and then when they hit the ground, he was shuffled over to where he was bracing his hands on a bench. A hand pumped his cock, and then there was another hand between his cheeks. He felt like his wants were tame compared to this. He wanted it, but he also knew that he did. This didn't scare him, not even when he felt fingers between his cheeks, pressing into his asshole. He was prepped with sure, quick, but slick fingers, and then there was something else pressing into him. It was a cock. He gripped the bench harder as she pushed fully into him, making him take her all the way, then she started to fuck him, his body responding to it all. His cock jerked as she found his prostate. She kept that angle right there, holding his hips to slam him back into her on each thrust.

"Look at you, taking my cock like a good boy."

Donny came at that, but she didn't stop, not even when his cock stopped spurting out his semen. She just kept on going and going, making him take her even more. He tried to pull forward, but she pulled him back onto her cock even more. She changed her cock, making it bigger, carving a bigger space inside of him, rubbing his prostate with each pull out and then each push inside. This was the part that he was so hesitant to touch. Submitting.

"That's it. Take it. Be good and just take it." She pushed into him even further, just rocking ever so slightly before she came.

Donny could feel her spilling something inside of him. He came at that shock, and when she let go of him when their orgasms were over, he slumped over the bench, his ass in the air. She dropped down to her knees behind him and licked his balls from behind, laving them with her tongue.

Just as quick as she had come to him, she was gone again. Taking his pants and underwear with her this time. His shoes were gone as well, and all he had left was his dress shirt. He slowly stood up before he realized that he was close to the center. He kept on going. The next plants were vines that were spreading all over the hedges that surrounded him. He stopped and tried to decide if this was what he wanted, but he knew there was no escape. He let the vines take him, pulling him toward the statue that was off to the side. It was a very anatomically correct statue, and the cock that was jutting out was more than enough to make him tense as he was pulled closer. His ass was still slick from what had just been done to him. He debated getting to his knees first and sucking it, but before that, he was turned around, and the vines spread his cheeks before pushing him down on the statue's cock. As he moved down it, it came alive; instead of hard and cold, it was fleshy and warm. It reminded him of her cock.

The statue moved, grabbing his hands and spreading his legs even more, and then the vines wrapped around his limbs, holding him in place in the strongest way. He was on display, his cock jutting out again. This was getting to the deepest parts of him, the things he wanted to be done to him when he was at his most honest with himself. The plant that held him in place writhed around, and there was a mass in the middle that looked nothing like a person, but there was a hole there, and Donny knew that if it slid down him, it would feel like a mouth or a pussy. Yet, that wasn't what happened.

One of the vines wrapped around his cock, holding it in place, and then there was a single, very thin vine that came out of the middle of the mass, going for his cock. He felt the cock inside of his ass starting to pump into him, again going over his prostate with each thrust, then it became ribbed, rubbing him all over in the best ways. The vine teased his cock a few times, brushing over the head where it was tapped and then going between the coils down the rest of it, squeezing in the best ways, then it was back to the head, and it produced a drop of some fluid. It landed right on his slit, and in the most impossible thing, it went down his urethra. It produced another, and it dropped down the same, going down inside of him again.

The third drop appeared, and instead of falling off, it stayed at the tip until the vine got close. He knew what was coming. He had thought about sounding before, but never trusted to do it alone, and he had never found someone he trusted to do it with. It seemed that his first time of it was going to be with a plant while impaled on a cock from a statue.

It pushed down inside of him, staying hard and plunging as deep, hitting his prostate from the other side. He came and he felt it being jammed up, and it was like the vine was taking it down because there was a swelling of it as it came up the shaft of the vine, then disappeared into the winding mass in the middle.

"You are taking this so well," she said. Then there was a hand replacing the vine wrapped around his cock. It stroked him as the vine became ribbed, like the cock inside of him, and pulled out just a little before going back down into him. She was taking what she wanted from him, and he was loving it. Giving in to what she wanted, he let himself feel. Let himself slip away from the person who was in control of one of the best SWAT teams in the LAPD SWAT.

Donny felt her move closer to him, and the cock inside him stilled, pressed all the way inside. Then the vine that was acting like a sound really started to fuck him, the ribbing becoming just a little bigger, and he came again. He watched the vine take that into it again, like it was feeding on his spend. He felt her hands on his hips, and the statue that he was lying on became the ground, the cock leaving him. He felt empty, but the vine kept on moving inside of him.

"Do you like it?" she asked.

"Yes," Donny said. He fucking loved the vine fucking him like that. It was soft and hard at the same time, pulling things from him that he had never felt before.

"Yeah? You love it?"

Donny nodded as his body gave into the pull to come again, his body slackening even more. He felt the vines letting his body go, and he was just slumped there on the ground with his cock in her hand as she pumped him in time to the vine fucking his cock. He couldn't look away, watching it. Then she wrapped her free hand into the vine and pulled it out of him, slow, every so slow. He whimpered at the loss. Then she was becoming visible, her naked body coming into view, her pussy poised over his cock, ready to slide down on him as the vine came out. She slid down onto him, her face visible for the first time.

There was no holding back that orgasm as the last of his deepest desires became flesh. Molly Hicks was riding him like the succubus she was. Her body was taking him inside and feeling like the best pussy he had ever been inside of.

"There you are," Molly said as she braced herself over him, her tits swaying as she rocked on his cock. "I wondered when you were going to make a move, then I saw you come to the party. I hoped you would take a drink because I knew that you were mine from the moment I saw you years ago, but you weren't ready."

Donny reached up, but she caught his hands.

"No, you aren't allowed to touch yet." Molly pressed his hands down on either side of his head, and the vines were back, becoming cuffs that came out of the ground and wrapped around his wrist to keep him there. "You denied me what I wanted, so you are going to endure taking what I want."

"Yes, please," Donny said. He was able to move his legs up to change the angle of his cock inside of her a little bit, and she groaned in pleasure.

"I can dream up anything, make anything perfect for what you want." She moved up again and then came down, and something was teasing at the slit of his urethra again, then pushing down inside of him. It was impossible to do without hurting him in normal circumstances, but magic was perfect. It allowed him to fuck her nd to be fucked at the same time. The way that it felt was like he was going to explode when he came again. The tip of the sound that was going into him became bigger, and it made a plug inside of him, staying where it was as she lifted up again, like it was blocking him.

"Please," Donny begged.

"So much better than a cock ring," Molly purred. She rocked low on him, pressing down and making him feel every inch of her insides. "I knew you would be so much fun. Look at you, aching for it, giving in to everything that you want. I've not even touched the more shallow fantasies in your head. I will be because you are now mine. The only thing is that you have a choice in this."

"Choice?" Donny asked, trying to get his mind focused on anything that wasn't the feeling that he was having from being fucked so well.

"Yes, I'm fertile, and that means that I would be very likely to conceive if you came inside of me. There is still no reliable birth control for those like me. I can get you off, and then pull the sound out, letting it all out after you are out of me."

Donny nearly came just from that, the idea of impregnating her and having a child that was his. He knew the rate of birth and the way the succubi procreated. And that it was her. It was Molly Hicks, the woman he had wanted but had been too worried about pissing off her father without knowing that he was going to stay with her.

"Your mother was a succubus?" Donny asked, feeling the magic that was pulling him into this living dream fading to allow him to make a decision.

"She was. My line has a close pull; all of my male children will be humans, and the females will be exactly like me."

"Yes," Donny said.

"Yes, what?"

Donny knew what getting her pregnant would cause. She would have to marry him. It was the way of the succubi of the world, incubi as well. He would be wrapped up in her forever, and he would be the only way she could feed.

"Yes, I want to come inside of you. I wanna get you pregnant."

Molly grinned at him, and she let go of his hands. She let him roll her over and press her into the ground, fucking into her so hard that they were sliding on the ground. She reached up and stopped herself with her hands on the bench legs. Holding on like she was gripping for her life. He kept on going, and just as he was on the verge of coming, Donny felt the sound pulling out of him, and he tried not to come. He wanted a little more with her on her back, her body taking the pleasure he was giving her, his wants and needs feeding her in a way that no one else would ever be able to again.

Then he was coming, his cock pressed deep, deep inside of her. He slumped to rest his forehead on her shoulder as he breathed, his whole body feeling like it was on fire from the pleasure that was echoing back at him, the bond sliding into place. She was pregnant. He knew that. He could feel it. It was going to be a normal human pregnancy, but the bond told him that they were together.

He wrapped his arms around her and held on as he rolled her to her side and kept her close to where he could stay inside of her.

They would have to deal with the fallout of this with Hicks, but they could do it because there was no way that Donny or Molly would let him do anything to piss them off. Molly loved her father, but this was her life.

The End