To Hell and Back Again Ch. 06

As if reading his thoughts, the demon fell on his shaft, swallowing him to the base in one fell swoop. Logan almost choked at the sudden, silken pressure of her throat clamping down on his full length. For a long, blissful, moment she just looked into his eyes, held him there, and milked his girth with her throat muscles.

Karen just watched it all in mute, wide-eyed fascination. Then the demon got serious.

Beauty worked him with relentless expertise, from root to tip. She worked him slow, then suddenly fast and sloppy. Hands, mouth, and throat worked in perfect union, a sexual symphony of mind-bending pleasure.

Logan felt the pressure begin to build. His pulse began to race. His breath grew ragged. Close, so close...

Beauty stopped just shy of that point of no return. Logan did not know whether to be relieved or howl like a dog. The Succubus licked the pre-cum from her lush, black lips, and swallowed.

"I feed after."

She rose out of the water like a sexual goddess rising from a sacred pagan shrine. Streams of water poured between her magnificent breasts, down the firm plane of her belly, down the soft curve of perfect legs. Beauty sat back on the edge of the poll and spread those magnificent legs to reveal the treasure between.

Beauty looked at Karen, smiled a sultry expression of invitation and crooked one finger in a "come here" gesture. Karen crawled over through the steaming water, eyes shining in anticipation. The dark-haired woman opened her mouth and settled into place between the demon's legs as if she were born to it. Beauty's swollen pussy could not muffle the sounds of the woman's enthusiastic oral efforts.

The Succubus caressed the head of dark hair between her thighs and growled encouragement, stroking and pinching her own nipples in a gorgeous, shameless display of raw, female

sexuality. She looked at Logan, over Karen's back and naked ass swaying in front of his eyes. Her lantern eyes burned with lust and a single, unspoken question.

What are you waiting for?

What indeed. Logan thought and moved up behind that lovely, inviting ass.

One hand settled on her hip. Karen lifted her head to gasp in pleasure and surprise, or tried to. Beauty gently forced her back down, pinned her there to please. Whatever happened next, Karen would be experiencing it face deep in demonic pussy.

The dynamics of this encounter suddenly became clear to him. Beauty had not invited Karen to share Logan with her. That would imply equality that the Succubus was, of course, not prepared to allow. Rather, the Succubus had invited the woman to be shared by Logan and Beauty.

The difference was subtle but profound in its implications. Without a word, Beauty had established the terms of this union. She, and she alone, was the alpha bitch in this relationship. Karen had been allowed to join them, but her role was to please, to be submissive to the needs and wants of Beauty and her man.

Logan could not recall ever having been more aroused than he was at that moment.

He took his cock in hand and lined it up with the slick, dripping entrance of Karen's pussy. Her body was small, as was the entrance to her warm depths. The lips of her sex parted around his girth. Despite having her tongue deep in Beauty's pussy, Karen's voice rose in a delicious whine of worry and hunger. She pushed back on him even as her body resisted in a most delicious way.

He pushed harder. Karen's pussy yielded, and the swollen head popped inside. Heat and pressure gripped him in a velvet vice as he slowly drove more of his length into her depths.

Back and forth, he worked his length until the lithe woman was fully stuffed with every inch of his cock. Karen thrashed and howled wordless cried of pleasure against Beauty's pussy. Now confident in her comfort, he began to move with purpose. His hands wrapped around her waist. Speed and power began to build. Karen's cheeks jiggled beautifully with every slap of his hips against her ass. The water frothed and splashed out of the pool as their union became frantic.

Beauty looked at Logan and pointed at her mouth. Perhaps she meant to speak, but the first tremors of orgasm reduced her to shuddering moans. Karen quickly followed her example. Logan felt her pussy walls ripple and squeeze his length as orgasm washed over her. He fucked her hard and deep through it all.

Only at the end did he feel his control slipping away. Logan pulled out of Karen and surged to his feet, his cock in hand. Beauty pushed the other woman aside, fell to her knees, and swallowed him whole. Explosions of bliss burst from his testicles and poured down her humming throat.

They both fell back into the water when his legs could no longer hold him up. All three lay back against the pool walls, gasping for breath, and smiling in satisfaction.

"Holy shit! Now that..." Logan grinned. "...is what I call make-up sex."