Horns Up - 8 - Sex Stories

Horns Up - 8

... done either.

"You know me well, then. C'mon; let's swap over."

Her tail coils around your leg. Skillfully - with you still lodged quite firmly within her - Natasha flips the pair of you over in a surprising display of strength and dexterity. Alarmed, you place your hands either side of her head and pull back.

There she lies, just beneath you. A beautiful, demonic, goddess of Lust. She beams up at you, her wings spread out upon the bed and her arms hanging around your neck. Her tail sensuously strokes your legs as you take a moment to marvel at her.

Natasha.

You've known her the longest. She was the first to greet you in this job. A job that you got by pure accident. But whatever it was - be it some clerical error in the ETI or meddling on behalf of the mysterious man who slipped you that contract - you don't care. You've never been happier to be the manager of this little boarding house, because otherwise you never would have met the girls.

And you never would have met her, either.

"Well? Aren't you gonna-?"

You kiss her. You barely even know why; you just go for it. Her eyes go wide, but she soon melts into your mouth, her tongue dancing with yours as your dick stiffens inside of her. One hand grasps your hair tight as the other reaches down to graze your backside, urging you to start thrusting.

You can only oblige.

As you begin to pump your hips in time to Natasha's encouraging grasps, you feel the tingles of pleasure return tenfold. You ...

... thought you'd be tired and sore after such a frantic roll in the hay, but if anything, you feel yourself getting even more into it. Natasha's tongue tastes sweet and sensual, and her pussy eagerly sucks your dick back in with every thrust. Of all your encounters, you've never quite felt as good as this.

You weren't having sex anymore.

You were making love.

At one point, Natasha lifts her legs and locks them around your waist, using them to guide your hips and freeing up her arms to cling to your back. You wrap your arms around her in kind and tuck your face into her shoulder, filling your senses with the sweet smell of her hair. At this moment in time, she's your entire world. You just want to hold her close and pleasure her in every way you can imagine.

She tenses up. Her grip tightens. You can feel her twitching as she gasps your name in your ear, over and over again. You pick up the pace, thrusting with single-minded determination as Natasha reaches the peak of her orgasm.

As she cums, you do to. Her fingernails dig deep into her back as you hug her as tightly as humanly possible.

The pair of you linger there, locked in sexual limbo as the initial rush slowly gives way to a warm afterglow. With a deep sigh, you roll off Natasha and lie next to her, allowing the cool air to wash over you both. Your faces are slicked with saliva, you're both drenched in sweat, and the evidence of your fierce lovemaking is slowly leaking from between the Succubus' legs and ...