Horns Up - 8 - Sex Stories

Horns Up - 8

... taste of her tongue, the softness of her lips, the soft moans that escape her throat... Everything about Natasha is enough to leave you dazed and aroused, and by the time she breaks the kiss, you're so hard that you can scarcely breathe.

With one of her coy smiles, the Succubus sits back, pressing your strained erection into the valley of her backside.

"Met me upstairs, honey. But first, would you be a doll and close all the blinds? Don't want anyone peeking in while we have our fun, now do we?" she says, planting another kiss on your forehead.

You just lie there and nod limply, too taken aback to react any other way. Natasha disembarks you and heads up the stairs, leaving you to slowly stumble to your feet and waddle over to the windows with a sizable tent in your pants.

On the one hand, you feel a little ashamed of yourself for falling so easily for another one of the Succubus' tricks, but on the other... you're almost far too pent up to care. Despite all the sexual encounters you've had since joining up with the EHI, you find yourself feeling rather antsy as you set about closing off the house from the outside world.

So many of your romps in the hay were unplanned; it's almost strange to walk into one that's prearranged.

Once your task is complete, you make your way upstairs, stopping only to give yourself a quick once-over in the bathroom. Toothpaste, mouthwash, deodorant, just in case. Finally, you enter Natasha's bedroom.

"You ready, ...

... honey?"

Oh.

Oh wow.

Natasha, she's... breathtaking. In the time you've taken to shut all the blinds and freshen up, the Succubus changed out of her clothes and into a set of lacy black lingerie. Her brassiere accentuates her impressive bust more than it conceals it, and her panties resemble a crisscross of black threads woven into the shape of a fittingly demonic pentagram. She even tied a cute little black bow just beneath the spade of her tail, topping off the entire look.

She has to clear her throat to get your attention.

"Well...?" Natasha asks, slowly inclining her head.

You swallow hard as you stare at the demonic tattoo on the side of her neck. You had seen it so many times before, and yet now...

"Hello? Hell to honey, come in!"

Nearly choking on your own spit, you blurt out a shaky compliment, causing her to laugh softly. Her chest jiggles as she giggles.

"Aw, aren't you sweet? But come on; let's not kid ourselves. We're not here to act like two kids on their first date, right?" she says in a teasing tone.

No, of course. It's just... you're not really sure how to go about this. Natasha was the first demon you ever met. She's always joked about having sex with you, but now that fated moment has finally arrived, you find yourself rooted to the spot, blinded by her confidence, her physique and her sheer erotic charm.

She notices that you appear overwhelmed and stands up, hips swaying as she saunters over to you.

"Don't worry, honey. Doing a Succubus ...