Horns Up - 8 - Sex Stories

Horns Up - 8

... with her hips.

"Oh fuck...!"

Your ministrations - honed by your newfound experience - are clearly getting to her, edging Natasha all the closer to orgasm. Nibbling between licks, you feel her tail suddenly coil around one of your arms, quivering with delight. She's close. Very close. Just a little more and-!

"Okay, okay, that's enough! That's enough, honey!" Natasha suddenly cries, pushing your head away.

For a brief moment, you're concerned that you've done enough, but one look in Natasha's eyes is enough to set your mind at ease. She's gasping for breath, staring right at you in the same way a cat stares at its prey. Her nethers are completely soaked, and as she rises to her feet, you notice that she stumbles a little, flapping her wings in order to steady her balance.

"You... You are something else, honey, really. Almost seems to shame to cut it off there, but..."

She looks back at you. Her gaze is enough to bring you back to full hardness.

"... I think it's about time for the main event, don't you?"

You've never nodded so hard in your life.

Giving you that confident smile that you've grown to love, Natasha pushes you down onto the bed where you dutifully lie, watching as the Succubus stretches languidly. Seeing her body move so fluidly... She's teasing not only you, but herself as well, as you can see the excitement in her eyes as she reaches behind her back and expertly undoes her top. It's almost a shame to see such a fine garment get cast ...

... aside, but that thought is quickly wiped from your mind when you lay eyes upon Natasha's breasts.

It's strange; you've seen her bare chest before, and yet the sight still takes your breath away. They're beautiful to say the least, leaving you speechless as Natasha sensuously plays with them, kneading and massaging them as she draws closer to you. You're so entranced by watching her boobs squeeze between her fingers that you barely notice when she straddles you.

"Go on, honey," the demoness purrs, "they're all yours."

You lack the words to describe the emotions that run through you when you touch Natasha's breasts. They're wonderfully soft, but with just enough give. Warm and smooth, supple and... fuck. They're amazing, you know that much. You find yourself just carefully caressing them; not out of lust, but awe. Holding them in your palm one moment, you'd trace your fingers around her areolas before gently running your thumbs across her nipples. You can feel her heartbeat, just as fast and excited as yours.

Natasha laughs.

"You can suck them if you want," she suggests with a cheeky smile on her face.

May you?

"Oh, I insist."

You gently kiss one of her nipples, eliciting a giggle from the Succubus. A giggle that draws out into a low moan as you begin to lick, suckle, and nibble at it. As you alternate from one breast to the other, Natasha runs her fingers through your hair, smiling dreamily as she grinds her sopping-wet crotch against yours. In that ...