Horns Up - 8 - Sex Stories

Horns Up - 8

... staining her bedsheets.

Natasha speaks first, her voice quivering slightly.

"I'm not done."

A small smile forms upon your face, because you know that you're not done either.

"Show me, honey."

Show her what?

"Show me how you loved them. Each and every one of them. We have the whole day. Please..."

She turns to face you as she grabs your hand. Her eyes are wide and dilated.

"... I want this. With you," the Succubus breathes.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself.

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The minutes bleed into hours as you and Natasha meticulously spend your day staining every inch of the boarding house with the evidence of passionate intercourse. Rationality has completely left you, and you're loving every second of it.

She pushes you down onto the living room couch and sucks your dick, taking her time to lick and savour it all just as Muu did. Even when you grab her horns and unload down her throat, she keeps going, coaxing ejaculation after ejaculation. A part of you wonders just how the Hell you're still conscious; something about Natasha is pushing you beyond your mortal limits.

You bring her up into your bedroom, where she eagerly plants your cock in her ass. She's hot and tight, and as you almost break your bed as you fuck her, you notice Natasha covering her mouth, as if she were challenging herself to keep her moans suppressed. You make a joke that she's never going to beat Yyvnn when it came to keeping her composure, and she wrings another ...

... few loads out of you for your insolence.

When the sun reaches its peak, the Succubus drags you out into the sunny garden, pouncing upon you before you can ask any questions. Outside, she lets her inner sadist loose; pinning you to the ground as she chokes, bites and scratches you. You're reminded of Casey's hidden side as you submit to her ministrations, shivering in delight as she leaves marks of her love upon your skin, but never goes hard enough to hurt you. It's only after you cum that you begin to worry about being seen. Or tearing up the grass.

Feeling a wave of midday-fatigue, the two of you stumble back into the kitchen and you make yourselves two cups of coffee. But it doesn't take long for Natasha to get that look on her face; the crooked eyebrow and sidelong grin that tells you that she's thought of something. She seats you upon her lap and guides your mouth to her breasts, urging you to suckle as she tenderly strokes your dick. The Succubus whispers reassurances to you, mimicking Bessa's inflections, and you can't help but ejaculate into her hand. You can only return the favour by fucking her once more on the couch, leaving your forgotten coffees to go cold.

Drenched in sweat and bodily fluids, Natasha posits the idea of sharing a quick shower in order to refresh yourselves, and you can only jump at the opportunity. Once you see her perfect body lathered in slick, soapy suds, however, you can't hold yourself back. She knows this, and lets you bend her over ...