Horns Up - 8 - Sex Stories

Horns Up - 8

... absolutely are. However, all you can really do is make a noise resembling a boiling kettle and slide down to the floor. Natasha laughs and kneels down by you, leaning in closes as she tenderly strokes your cock.

"Hm? I didn't quite catch that," the demoness purrs, clearly enjoying your whining.

Panting like a dog, you beg her to let you cum. This incites a laugh from Natasha, whereupon she leans in close and reveals the true depths of her cruelty.

"Not yet, honey."

She lets go, stands up, and walks off. Stunned by her abandonment, you can only cling to the last vestiges of pleasure as your burgeoning orgasm ebbs away, leaving you tense and agitated. You just flop onto your side in order to press your face into the cool floorboards, but a sharp whistle suddenly draws your attention.

"Gonna just lie there? Or are you gonna come unwrap your present~?" Natasha's melodic voice calls from across the room.

You sit up and look around to find the Succubus lounging atop a pile of pillows on her bed. She's lying on her back; her wings spread as wide as her legs, and her eyes burning with lustful desire. As you stand up and approach, you notice that her underwear is dangling off one of her legs, and her tail is coyly covering her crotch.

"Don't keep me waiting~"

By now, you don't even need instruction. With an excited smile, you reach for her tail, and after gently caressing the heart-shaped spade - a gesture that sends shivers down her spine - you carefully ...

... unwrap the ribbon tied around it. The fabric falls away, Natasha removes her tail, and you're left facing her neatly shaven, tattoo-framed pussy.

You forget your own needs for a moment. Taking a deep breath of the pheromone-soaked air, you briefly thank fate for the meal presented to you and lean in close. The Succubus' legs close around your head; she has you right where she wants you, and you like it.

Keeping your eagerness fettered, you begin to lick her sex. Slowly. Carefully. Tenderly. Just as she taught you. Natasha's flavour spreads across your tongue like a fine liquor, intoxicating you as such and leaving you desperate to just dive in and-

No. Patience. You had to think of her, too.

"Ooh~... You've gotten better at this..." the Succubus sighs, reaching down to run a hand through your hair.

Spurred on by her praise, you begin to alternate your movements; licking her pussy wholesale before focusing on her clitoris. You can't help but smile upon hearing her suppress a surprised squeal as you plant a kiss upon the sensitive bud.

"S- Sweet hellfire, honey...!" she gasps, clamping her legs tighter around your head.

You focus as hard as you can, blocking out everything else that doesn't pertain to the task at hand. Sex, sweat, saliva; your olfactory senses are overloaded, and you've never felt better. Natasha gives up on trying to maintain her modesty. She pulls her hands away from your head and clutches the sheets, moaning luridly as she guides your head ...