The Time of His Life

The look on her face clearly asked the question "What are you waiting for?" Truth be told, Lloyd didn't have a good answer. Instead, he pushed himself onto his knees, pulling himself upright for the first time since he awoke in this bed last night. He winced preemptively at the pain he had come to expect from straining his abdomen, but was surprised to feel as fit as he did yesterday morning. The thought did, however, remind him of the time limit he was now operating under. This would be one opportunity he would not waste.

Lloyd fell forward onto his hands, thighs tight on either side of the succubus' head. He could not see her mouth over the resting mounds of her breasts, but knew he could rely on his own lust and the demon's voracious appetite to make sure that everything ended up where it needed to be. Without sparing a further thought, he thrust forward.

A single, smooth stroke was enough to plant his groin up against her warm lips. Despite the force of his thrust, the demoness seemed no worse for wear. What was more, the rhythmic ticking sensation at his root made it clear that the half-foot of pole lodged in her throat did nothing to impede her ability to breathe. Perhaps "made for sex" was a bit more literal than he originally imagined. There was no choking or struggle as he eased out of her, just an engulfing heat that threatened to steal his breath.

The second thrust was faster than the first, and the third faster still, until the the sound of flesh against flesh grew louder than the quickening pounding of blood in his ears. The warmth of the succubus' splattered saliva coated his entire pelvic region, a testament to the speed of his frenetic thrusting. Her throat relaxed with every thrust before tightening so greatly upon his retreat that it felt as though he may pull her throat out. Judging by the strangled moans that were somehow escaping her cock-stuffed throat, the prospect did not seem to be worrying the demon quite so much. Her hands had worked their way down to her own dripping sex and began to play with it, the slow and shallow thrusts of her glistening fingers clearly meant to further entice her willing victim.

Lloyd's world shrank to the sights and sounds of the woman below him, whose gently arched back and slowly undulating hips commanded all of his attention. It was a completely unfamiliar perspective to watch the bottom half of a woman (particularly one with furry legs) as she twisted in the throes of pleasure. The novelty of the situation did little to stem the rising heat in his groin, however. His thrusts grew short and fast, with only the last inch or so of his soaked shaft finding itself free of her suckling lips as he back out. The writhing succubus, sensing his impending climax, did her best to match his movements with her pinned head, her body inching along the bed to take in every fraction he had to offer.

Despite the speed of his thrusts, her form remained perfect, with not even a hint of her menacingly sharp teeth on the sensitive skin of his cock. Instead, her mouth felt as though it had melted around him as he drew nearer, her tongue embracing every bit of skin not buried inside her slick, pulsing throat. With one final, hard push, he bottomed out inside her once more and erupted. The second his semen hit her throat, her mouth snapped against his groin as though pulled by a magnet, her body instinctively fighting to bury him as deeply inside itself as it could.

The quivering of her throat quickly synchronized with the pulsing of his vein, squeezing the thick white fluid inside with such force that it felt as though it were being sucked from his depths. Perhaps it was, in a way, but the thought never reached his head as he bucked in orgasm, thrusting futilely against her saliva-coated face and pouring what he knew to be the largest load of his life into her eager, waiting throat.

When at last the unbearable heat had faded, he unseated himself from her throat, wincing as her encircling tongue scraped along his sensitized flesh and slipped over the ridge of his head. Once completely unsheathed, he fell immediately to the side with just enough grace to clear the panting demon's body and land on his back. Her head was still bent fully backwards at an angle impossible for a (living) human as thick strings of saliva ran from the corners of her mouth. The site of her with her head thrown back and long black hair splayed about as though in rapture was enough to remind him that he was still very much erect.

Although he planned to give her at least a few minutes to recover, she was up again in seconds, wiping her mess from her face with a corner of the bed linens.

"That was a bit more like it, don't you agree?"

It wasn't until he tried to answer that Lloyd realized that he was still panting heavily, his breath too hard to get out more than a couple words at a time.

"Oh, don't worry about that. It's completely normal. I would normally be inclined to give you a bit longer of a break, but we're on a schedule. I never lose bets."

Before he could force out anything that resembled a word, she was on top of him, her hips planted just over his scrotum, giving her someplace new to drip her escaping lust onto. When she was atop him like this, it really was impossible to forget just what – and whom – he was doing. Her wings had unfurled fully, their span taking him by surprise. From tip to tip, they spanned at least ten feet. Were it not for her voluptuous frame and the near-transparency of her wings, he would almost have believed that she could fly with them.

Her pale skin almost glowed in the raking evening light that trickled in the shuttered window, accentuating the statuesque curves on her unnatural body, from the not-so-subtle bump of her pubic mound, to the thin lines of mostly hidden muscle just beneath the thin layer of softness covering her narrow waist. Even her hair, moments ago tangled and splayed across the bed, lay flat against her body, straight but where the swell of her almost motherly figure held it aloft. He began to question whether there was anything she could do to not be irresistible. Even exhausted as he was, he could not help but croak out his thoughts.

"Beautiful."

Her smile was genuine.

"You ready for round two, stud? We don't exactly have all day."

One pressing thought was able to break through the haze of lust long enough for Lloyd to interrupt, raising a hand as he was finally able to catch a bit more of his breath.

"Your name. You never said."

"Allal was the name used to summon me. I don't think I've ever heard someone else say it, though. We don't have much need for names, if you couldn't tell."

As Allal spoke, she began to rock her hips softly, parting her lips gently on the underside of his shaft and slicking his length with her wetness.

"It was sweet of you to ask, though. Feel free to scream it as much as you want."

Her slow grind stopped as she reached his tip and, taking a hold of him with her tail, parted her folds with his head. With her whole weight over his hips and her hands planted firmly on his stomach, Lloyd could only groan and twitch as she slowly engulfed him, bit-by-bit.

She was exactly as warm, wet, and soft as she had promised. It felt as though he was carving a new passage with his member as she sank further down his length. Her walls were certainly soft, but far from smooth, filled with gentle ridges and covered in dozens of small protuberances that prodded him all around his circumference. Eventually, her netherlips reached his base, her hips visibly deforming slightly to allow her to take in every fraction of his manhood. It would have been at least slightly disturbing, had Lloyd not been engulfed in the most incredible hole he could ever have imagined.

Without lifting her hips, her sex began to move around him. The tiny bumps that covered her walls danced over the loose skin of his shaft, hardening slightly in a traveling wave that ran from his base. Before he could adjust to the unfamiliar sensation, her back wall began to stroke him faster and harder, with a dexterity almost reminiscent of a tongue, but covered in small ridges that seemed to grip harder as they ran over his frenulum. He shuttered as the sensation intensified, jerking his hips into hers.

"Like it that much already? I haven't even started moving yet, dear."

Naturally, the demonic temptress chose that moment to begin her ascent. Her lips sealed firmly around him as he pulled out, as though trying to suck him back in. She wasted little time ascending his length and even less descending once again, her form-fitting walls having no issue clinging against him as her pace accelerated.

"Hold on for your life!"

Lloyd was pretty well beyond her puns at this point. His hands, at some point, found their way to the succubus' full, bouncing cheeks. While he did enjoy the way his fingers sank just deep enough into her flesh to give the impression of toned softness, he was far too occupied using his grip to wrest some control over their lovemaking, slowing her descent just enough to push in his last inch himself with an upward thrust. His breath grew yet more ragged with the unnecessary exertion, but it was well worth it to hear her moans as he hammered her from below.

If anything, his rapid breathing filled his burning lungs with more of her aroma, which now filled the room so thickly that he swore he could see it. The smell of sulfur and even of the perfumed oil had been subsumed with a smell he could not identify, but knew instinctively to be lust. It made his cock even stiffer as he barreled into her contorting, ribbed cunt.

The look on Allal's face made it clear that she was just as lost in the act as he. She stared blankly up into space, her mouth hanging slightly open and quivering with each impact. The sounds she made started off as moans, but had devolved into an extended, guttural groaning. Her spread wings flapped sporadically, either lost in the storm of sensation or helping maintain her balance as she rode him into the bed. The muscles just below her slightly cushioned stomach were barely visible, brought out by the light sheen of sweat that had started accumulating.

It was all Lloyd could do to maintain his composure, his body and most of his mind practically begging to let loose inside the woman. Her full-yet-fit body and the musk filling the room screamed at him to fill her with his seed. Demon or not, his every instinct wanted to make her pregnant. At the same time, the last part of his mind not wholly devoted to the task at hand wanted to prolong the pleasure as much as possible, not sure how much more he had left in him.

Her remarkably articulate sex seemed to side with the majority and had intensified its inhuman contortions. Her walls moved differently on each side of his dick, alternating between long stroking motions that made it feel as though he was thrusting into an infinite tunnel and vibrating against him, purposefully covering his most sensitive spots with the bumps and ridges that filled her pussy. It moved so quickly and expertly that it all blurred together into an indescribable sensation that could have no other purpose than to force the largest, most nerve-wracking orgasm as quickly as possible. She was a predator, and her body knew exactly how to hunt him.

Allal was practically howling as he reached his limit, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flat against his chest. His lips and teeth found her neck and attacked, as though trying to vent some small portion of the pleasure that was overwhelming him. The heat of her body burned his skin all over, but it was a small price to pay to feel the succubus cling even more tightly against him, her body shaking uncontrollably in what he could only imagine was her own climax, given the way that her nipples had suddenly become as hard as glass against his chest.

One last thrust was all it took to push him over the edge, with no small assistance from her implacably torturous sex. He pushed forward with all his strength, lifting his weight and hers off the bed with the force of his thrust. An instant later, he erupted into her. The sporadic contractions in her cunt evened out to long, deliberate strokes as he drained himself into her depths. She let out a strangled cry of delight as he pulsed inside her. Each small thrust prolonged the pleasure, with more cum leaking out every time he bottomed out inside her. It felt as though it could last forever, but exhaustion eventually took its hold and his hips dropped.

Above him, the quivering demoness had yet to lower her body, her now-empty cunt on full display. Her skin was flushed so red around her lips that it could be mistaken for her natural skin color. After a long second of staring at the hole that had so recently consumed an ever-dwindling part of him, Lloyd noticed the beginnings of a white stream flow from her. Despite being invariably watered down with the copious lubrication that now covered the lower half of his body, the cum now leaking from her still-twitching hole was as thick as he had ever seen it. It poured in a thick rope that twisted in the air as she shook in aftershock, eventually straining enough to break off and land near his groin. To his surprise, it was quickly joined by another, even larger strand, and then another, which all fell into a mixed heap atop him before making its way to the ruined sheets. He was not entirely sure where exactly it all came from.

"You gave me so much I couldn't hold it all in. Don't worry, there is still plenty more inside, tucked away safely. I already have more than enough."

Lloyd was not entirely sure what she had "enough" for, but was also not particularly inclined to ruminate on it, either. He could barely hear over the pounding in his chest, yet there was no sign of his libido flagging in the least. His shaft was still as hard as it had ever been and was laying flat against his stomach, leaking the remnants of their last session. Fortunately, it seemed as though Allal was equally unsatisfied.

"I'd say you've got one more in you. Two if I go easy, but there's no fun in that. So what'll it be, big guy? Once more down my throat or in my pussy? Between my tits and all over my face? No, not that. You want my ass, don't you? You've been staring at it the whole time. I assure you that it's every bit as wonderful as my pussy – or so I've been told."

Lloyd didn't even need to answer. Every orifice of the sex demon was equally appealing, and the way his soaked rod bounced at her suggestions made that perfectly clear.

"I'll tell you what. Since it's your last chance, I'll let you get on top. It'll be more fun if you're the one calling the shots, anyway."

She turned from him, careful to give a nice view of her cum-drooling sex and mirth-splattered thighs. She fell to her hands and knees before stretching out to full length while leaving her ass thrust back and on display, shaking it gently and rubbing her cheek with her tail. That was far more invitation than he needed. He pulled himself shakily upright and flopped gracelessly over the succubus' back. She showed no frustration at his deteriorating condition, but rather helped position him just right and aligned her hips to his.

"Ready when you are, stud. Just slide right in."

True to her word, Lloyd found her pucker surprisingly wet and elastic as he pressed up against it. He laid fully atop her, groin resting on the supple cushion of her ass and chest pushing her wings flat to her back. Her head was turned to look at him as he started to push inside, her expression welcoming and patient.

It took very little effort to sink his crown inside her ring, though its tightness threatened to push him out at any second. Once his ridge had passed through, the rest of his shaft followed by body weight alone, pulling into him into her depths in an instant. Where her sex had been brutally textured and unbelievably stimulating, her rear passage was smooth as silk and practically dripping with some unmentionable fluid, begging him to violate her with everything he had left. The muscles of her entrance apparently agreed and had begun pushing him out. He rocked back just enough to pull half his length from her sodden hole before slamming forward once again.

The demon below him shook in equal parts from the impact and pleasure, a whispered "yes" escaping her barely open mouth. He nuzzled into her jaw, kissing softly as he worked his way down to her neck. Her skin tasted faintly of salt and sweat, a strangely human feature for a creature that normally smelled of sulfur. Hot, warm breaths blew his hair in time with each slow and purposeful thrust.

Each time he pushed inside her, the smothering walls of her back passage grew slightly tighter and her hips raised just a fraction more to meet him. His pace was agonizingly slow, fatigue and the unexpected hindrance of the size of her ass restrained him to a sensual, almost tender pace. Allal could almost certainly sense his frustration, but seemed insistent on merely matching his pace, rocking her hips slowly back to meet each thrust before allowing him to flatten her against the bed. Despite the languid pace, Lloyd was harder than ever, to the point that any sudden twist of her hips was almost painful. It felt as though every bit of strength he had remaining had decided to make a last stand in his erection.

Her neck tilted back to bring her mouth to his, the pair sharing an awkward, breathy kiss. With the superior position, it took little effort for Lloyd to dominate the exchange, his tongue wrestling hers to submission before breaking off to explore each corner of her mouth. It was small compensation for the languid pace of their intercourse, but the succubus' helpless moans as he probed her filled him with a strange possessiveness. He covered and filled her completely, her body given over to his pleasure and all-but trapped under his bulk. Her eager participation only made the feeling stronger, as though her panting and bucking was meant solely for him.

The dull, roaring pleasure took backseat to the soaring satisfaction he felt as he slowly filled her so thoroughly that it seemed as though it was his dick, pistoning in and out of her, that filled and emptied her lungs with each breath. There was nothing left to his life but to fuck this woman – demon, he reminded himself, and fill her with his offering. Who needed a ferryman, anyway? The smell of her musk, the feeling of her smooth, soft walls clinging to his desperately hard cock, the sound of her labored breaths struggling to escape from her mouth as he violated it, and the swelling sense of dominion all swirled together, imprinting indelibly in his memory, sure to linger forever, but for the chance.

Allal clearly agreed with the sentiment and buried her face into the bed, her teeth tearing shreds into the sheets while her hands groped in front of her, collecting great fistfulls of linen and wrenching it into balls. Her movements had grown frantic but never threatened to exceed his pace, her counter-thrusting devolving into desperate shaking as her hips lifted ever higher to accommodate his plunging shaft. She was on the brink, but would not allow herself to bring them both to completion. It was going to be up to him.

With the little strength he had left, Lloyd dragged his collapsing body forward, transforming the deliberate, deep thrusts into crude shaking in exchange for doubling his tempo. That was all it took for the demoness' dam to break. Her hips collapsed beneath him, falling to the ground and soaking the bedsheets in the fluids that poured liberally from her neglected pussy. Her breath stuttered and caught, making a strange growl as her head threw back in pleasure. Her entire body, full curves and all, shook as she rode wave after wave of pleasure, each translating into a throbbing tightness in her ass. Her orgasm continued unabated, with no signs of slowing down even as exhaustion started to darken the corners of Lloyd's vision.