Free Story: What’s Your Name

What’s Your Name
A Smuthunter Short


            “Hi baby, my name’s Talia, what’s your name?”

            She was dressed, or undressed as it was, in a bright pink lacy bra and matching panties adorned with white ribbons. Her hair was a bright dyed silver that was almost white, and her deep blue eyes were a sparkling violet in the room’s dim light. She had an hourglass figure, a genuine porn star body that was so pornographically picturesque, he felt his cock shoot to life in spite of his nerves.

“T-Tom, I’m Tom.” Her skin was dark, not just tanned, but something darker, and her hourglass figure was adorned with blue-black tattoos.

Her most prominent piece was a snake that twisted up from below her panties, wrapped around her stomach and back, and ended with the head of the snake on her left breast over her heart. Other symbols covered her left arm and her right leg in a web of mysterious occult images, pentagrams, skulls, and runes.

“Hi Tom,” she touched his face and then without warning, kissed him so softly on his lips that is almost took his breath away.  “You don’t have to be nervous.”

            She kissed him again, longer this time, and Tom was stuck in the surreal feeling of the moment, unable to kiss her back.

He was at a brothel, a legal one that his friends had taken him to on their trip, and this was actually happening.

“Your friends don’t know this is your first time do they?” She was touching his face with both hands, looking deep into his eyes, and as he stared back into the violet blue of her gaze, he felt transparent.

“How did you know?” He hadn’t told his buddies. They were all friends from work, people he didn’t know in college, people he didn’t share much of his personal life with, just people who helped him occupy his free time.

“I can feel your energy, I can feel your presence,” she kissed him again and her tongue pressed gently into his mouth before she stopped and looked deep into his eyes once more.

“I can taste it on you, and it tastes good Tom, you feel good to me.”

The way she said his name gave him goose bumps, and he felt her filling up the room, surrounding him, willing him to feel good, just like she had said he would feel; just like she told him how he was feeling.

“Look into my eyes Tom, tell me what you see,” there was no trace of blue now, just a violet that seemed to pulse and glow, He felt dizzy, lightheaded really, and unable to stop himself from swaying back can forth with her as she gently moved from side to side, swaying snake like back and forth.

Her eyes were shifting, scintillating, until they became a soft gray green, welcoming, familiar, beautiful, the eyes of someone else, the eyes of someone he had known and loved.

“Annabeth’s eyes, you have Annabeth’s eyes.” He felt dreamy, warm, and drunk. The words he spoke were secretes that came from his soul, and she was reaching into him, showing him where his answers were, showing him where his desires were.

That’s what he really saw in her eyes, but he couldn’t shape that abstract thought. He couldn’t tell her what he saw, and felt like he needed to answer her, to giver her all of his secrets, especially because he really did see his ex-girlfriend’s eyes staring back at him.

Only they were stronger, radiating an overwhelming need to stare deeper, like a very deep pool of water he needed to dive into.

“Did you love her Tom?” Her fingers were caressing his face, and her eyes flickered like candle flames between those warm, familiar green eyes, and the violet glow he had seen before.

“Y-yes.” It was hard to remember the words, but it was easy to tell her anything.

She kissed him, “Then look at me, and love me too.”

Tom watched as the tattoos seemed to shift, and the snake came to life. Her skin was moving, dancing with shapes he hadn’t realized were beautiful, buxom devil girls, sensual creatures that had been hidden behind the runes and shapes on her skin.

Annabeth was touching his cheek, her lips were close to his, “Take of your clothes Tom, give me what you always wanted to give me.”

Tom shook his head, “No, this isn’t real, this isn’t good.”

He was trying to back away from her, but those fingertips kept them together. Her touch kept him bound to her, and even though he was afraid, suddenly and profoundly afraid, those gray green eyes were starting to tap his emotional reserves, draining the big vibrant feelings from him as he stood there, staring deeper into them and just breathing.

“This is very real, and I can make it better than good if you let me. Let me back inside, let me show you what you desire.”

She broke contact with him, and started to wave her hands in front of Tom’s eyes. As he stared at this shadow figure of Annabeth, her hands moved to remove her bra, then pull down her panties, before touching herself, fingering herself in front of him, fondling her breasts, and letting out a wet, happy moan as he looked deeper into those endless eyes.

Those motions were all translucent, blurred after images that made it seem like she had an extra set of arms. As they danced and blurred in front of him and all over her body, their looping, endless motions held him transfixed as they caressed and rubbed, then beckoned to him.

It felt like he was sliding into her, it felt like his cock was teasing against something warm and wet, something perfectly made just for him, “I want you, I need you Annabeth.”

That was his secret, those were his words, and the phantasm before him, this mixture of his memories of her, and this lithe, curvaceous women who his friends had paid for him to have an hour with, was pulling it out of him.

“Take off your clothes Tom, show me what you’ve always wanted and never had, show me and tell me what I can give you, let me give you what you’ve always needed.”

He heard two voices speaking, and the snake tattoo returned, but now it was slithering around her, consuming her arm, its head was spread across her fingers, fingers that brushed across his neck. Annabeth and Talia were speaking to him as he felt a warm, sharp sting that started to glow and throb in pleasure like his whole body became a cock.

Tom gasped and his hands moved fast, stripping down to nothing as her echoing voice kept chanting, surrounding him with words he didn’t know anymore, and words that sounded like Annabeth’s voice, but didn’t mean anything.

She knelt in front of him, and the room became silent as she took his cock in her mouth. It had felt hard before, but after one long kiss, it felt like his head was empty of blood and his whole body was about to burst.

“No, no,” the tip of her tongue teased the head like it was hesitant to break contact, but had to for her to speak, “not yet, not there. “

Her eyes were so bright and so vibrant they looked like stars were burning behind the ever shifting violet and green, the constant turmoil between Annabeth’s eyes and Talia’s own, and as her tongue lingered, circling the head of his cock before another kiss, Tom felt like he could see himself through those eyes, like he had fallen into them.

He saw his own face, his eyes transfixed, his mouth agape in pleasure and shock, his body quivering in need for more, in desperate need for this force, this power that lived in such perfect flesh, and he saw in his own eyes just then that he wanted to do anything, that he would gladly do everything for more of her.

“You’re so strong Tom, you have such a strong cock,” she sucked it again, a slow, lingering kiss that swallowed him down to the base of his shaft, and was so slow in sliding back up that he felt his legs beginning to give out from the raw near orgasmic pleasure.

Annabeth, or Talia as he saw her to be in the moment his skin lost contact with her, was back on her feet, smiling at him, “Lesser cocks would have given me everything by now. Weaker cocks would have gushed into me, between my lips, but you’re too strong for that.”

Her voice was so soft, and so delicate that he thought it should have been offering different, less graphic compliments. But, as she spoke, he stayed staring deep into those eyes, and every word glowed like fire in his mind.

He felt the edge, that aching, dripping, place her cock worshiping kisses had left him, grow just a hair’s breadth away, and as it did, he felt a reserve of confidence, and a quiet strength from deep within himself.

She was right, his cock was strong.

Her eyes were so true, so wise and so brilliant, he knew she was speaking the truth, he felt it, and as her palm pressed into his chest just above his heart and his vision of Talia seamlessly shifted into Annabeth, she pushed him backwards onto the bed in the room, and as he fell backwards, he saw something.

The air between her hand and his heart was filled with a bluish spiraling shape, a twisting, ropelike phantasm that looked like it was twisting around her body. As he stared up at her, at Annabeth, he saw her naked flesh dance to life with the web of tattoos that seemed to fade away just as easily as her eyes shifted colors.

It was the snake, Tom realized it was the snake that was connecting them, its fangs, a warm tingling pleasure in his skin, had punctured his chest, and as Talia, or the phantom of Annabeth descended on him, he felt something coiling around him, keeping him still, and filling him with an intoxicating, confusing, pleasure that was like throwing gas on a fire.

“I want to give you what you’ve always dreamed of,” she kissed his lips just as softly as she did the first time, then slowly started kissing down his chest. He was half sitting on the edge of the bed and she was between his legs, the skin of his rock hard cock was brushing against her, and her hand closed around it.

“Look at me, see what you crave, see your dreams,” Annabeth’s eyes glowed and filled him with a dizzying sense of distance. He felt like he was falling, endlessly falling into a dream but now quite sinking into sleep, and as she wrapped her tits around him, his vision started to clear.

His ex-girlfriend was pretty, soft, and sweet. She was almost curvy, almost gorgeous, and she had been almost ready to sleep with him, but then again they had almost been a good couple, and they had both almost changed their minds about waiting till marriage time and time again.

But now, Annabeth’s glowing violet eyes… they were never green, he was wrong about that… were staring into his, holding him as delicately as her tremendous breasts were holding his cock.

They were so large that he disappeared between them at times, with only the head popping out for her to bend slightly and kiss it.

He wanted to touch her, to grab her by the waist and pull her closer, to take her, or to at least cup her tits and set the pace, but those eyes were showing him something in their depths, something he could not look away from.

Tom saw himself for what he was.

That golden light was brighter than ever, and inside himself he saw how powerless he was. He was strong and good, and had a powerful cock, but he was powerless against his lover, powerless against her whims and her desires, and he knew this because somewhere in the past, or the present, somewhere in the air around him, mixed in with words he did not understand, echoing in two voices he could not separate, mixed with moaning and whispering sounds that were pure feeling, he could hear her saying these things to him, and Tom knew she was too wise, and too strong to be wrong.

“Is this who you have always desired, is this what you have always craved?” When she asked, her voice was honey sweet with innocence and curiosity, and she also sounded desperate, as desperate to please him as he was to cum.

Tom looked at her and watched the smooth, hypnotic passage of his cock in and out of her breasts, and as he stared, watching and feeling the warm flesh of her chest and the brief punctuates of her sucking kiss on the head of his cock, his “Yes” was more than a word of assent, it was an act of spiritual submission.

Annabeth slid up him, her body snakelike, her violet eyes unblinking and fixed to his. Her back arched, her magnificent breasts, the kind he’d dreamed about and masturbated to when they were dating… which must have been because the ones he saw when he looked at porn reminded him of hers, that had to be it… bounced with the same hypnotic sway as her tit fucking, and she straddled him, taking him inside her without needing to guide it in.

“Look into my eyes Tom, tell me what you see,“ Her hands pressed down on his chest, and he felt the presence that had kept him still, like an effortless, invisible construction that had wrapped around him, leave his body.

As he stared into her eyes, truly transfixed by their inhuman vibrant glow, he saw her smooth, delicate skin shift, and more markings appeared, different ones in different shapes, symbols more alien than the runes he had seen before, each one standing out as clear as her other tattoos had.

But in her eyes, where he felt he belonged, he saw himself again,

Tom was a golden light, a source of warmth, and life, a nurturing heat, a power and clarity that was wonderful and pure. He saw himself giving that light, sharing the goodness and power with someone, something that craved it, whose lust only he could satisfy, whose need only he was strong enough to satiate. He saw himself entwined with the flattering, smothering source of hunger, and he never felt more needed before in his life, and he never felt more proud of himself.

He gasped as ecstasy flooded his body, as some chemical reaction in his brain mimicked a thousand orgasms, and his eyes closed.

He was breathing shallow breaths, his lungs were as hungry as his cock, and before he opened his eyes, he followed the two voices, one telling him to breathe, the other telling him to feel, feel and breathe, breathe and feel, look at me, breathe me in, breathe and feel.

Tom opened his eyes and saw Annabeth on top of him still.

Her skin, tanned and toned as a porn star and smooth as silk, like he’d always dreamed of, like he realized he had always remembered, was covered in tattoos.

Spirals of webs wrapped round her right breast, webs that shifted and moved, circling towards her nipple, pulling his gaze until one of her hands covered it, to squeeze and pinch that nipple.

The head of her snake was rested on her left breast, but the serpent’s scales were runes and symbols themselves, its eye was not reptilian either, but her own eye, and all along the rest of her body she was marked with blue black ink, even her face was covered in arcane scrawl that swirled to form images and shapes he almost recognized.

He looked up at her and read her body, and the words, like the command to be strong she had give him, burned into his mind. He started to speak, seeing words and saying them, reading her body as she rode him.

Every word he spoke made his cock hum inside her, and her own wetness, her own tight slit encouraged his tongue to continue to speak. It was as though her pussy were a hand, able to shift its grip and change its pressure as she rode him faster and faster, keeping time with her ever-expanding words.

He could not look into her eyes, he could not see himself through her any longer, he could only gasp as the two soft, sweet female voices that spoke as one encouraged him, repeating what he said, or telling him to repeat what they said. Tom could not tell, and did not know how to know what was before or after, there was only the moment, only her on top of him, only the mystery of her body and the spell of her tattoos.

The thin, buxom, beautiful Talia, the only woman he had ever loved, the only woman he had ever desired, the one he had been saving himself for, was taking his virginity and making his every dream come true.

He looked into her violet eyes, his back arched, his hips bucking, his cock leaking as he panted and gasped.

“What was her name?” Talia’s hands closed over his and placed them on her tits. Tom’s fingers found their heaven as she kept her hands over his, guiding him and moaning her question over and over.

“What was her name?”

He was lost, and there was something inside of him that was trying to find its way home. Something he didn’t know, something he could not explain to himself or to anyone else.

“What was her name?”

It didn’t matter what this lost thing was, her tits felt like they were growing in his hands, and as he watched them swell, his mind swam in flesh and the grip of her pussy.


The name escaped his lips, and Talia laughed with joy, pure, hungry, ecstatic joy. She laughed and then moaned into a gasping sigh of pleasure, and Tom’s cock felt a slickness he’d never dreamed of feeling before.

Shadows had curved around Talia’s back, like the wings of a bat, and under her silver hair, he thought he saw the curve of horns of black shadow.

“What is your name?”

She brought a massive tit to his face, and made him suck it before he could speak his answer. She kept asking, chanting, repeating as he sucked on one tit, then the other while he spilled thicker drops of precum into her.

“Tom,” her hand set his mouth free, and after he answered, she kissed him softly, even softer than the first time.

“Tom, will you give it to me, will you give me your virginity, will you give it all to me?”

Talia’s finger’s danced around her nipples, her wings of black were solid and thick, her horns sharp, her violet eyes glowing flames.

“Will you give it to me?”

She had slid herself up so only his tip was inside her, and he had never felt more desperate and alone than when the sensation of her sliding off of him began. Now at the edge, just wanting to be in her again, just needing to go back into her depths, he knew he would do anything, he knew he would giver her anything.

He was the only one that could satisfy her hunger, the voices said so, the markings, the runes, her eyes all said so. He would gladly give it all to her.


Talia slid back down on him, and a golden light flared in his soul, as everything he was gushed into the succubus with one long, soul-stealing orgasm. In the throes of her demonic embrace, lost in the intoxication of her wickedness and carnal enchantments, he did not see the new runes appear on her body, one for his soul, and one for the memory of his lost love.

“You will do well for me Tom, and in time, you will cease to be as all the others. But before you fade, you will bring her to me, or me to her. I have a taste of her now Tom, I have her name, but I want her soul.”

It wouldn’t be long before Tom would find himself reaching out to Annabeth and her new husband…