Zafira’s soft slender hand reached for Cole’s hard
c–k and guided him back into the wet folds of
her p—y. She wrapped her legs around him to
pull him closer. He gasped, once again sheathed
inside her heat.
He stopped gasping when he felt her lubricated
tail press hard against his tight hole. He cringed
as the vibrating tip passed through his outer ring.
It stung, at first. Once the vibrating spear sunk in
far enough to brush his prostate, all semblance of
pain was replaced with exotic orgasmic pleasure.
Zafira gripped his a-s, spreading his cheeks wide
while pulling him into her. Each time he t—-t
inside her wet p—y the tail withdrew, and vice
versa. As he f—-d her, her tail f—-d him. They
created a rhythm that had them moaning over
each other’s sexual ecstasy.
“Holy f–k! That feels incredible, Zafira!”
Cole’s impending o—-m quickly built to critical
levels. He spilled inside her just as her tail
plunged deep into his bowels. The vibrations sent
shocks to his hidden sexual organ that shattered
all conscious thought.
“Don’t stop now, Cole!” Zafira shouted.
He somehow managed to keep thrusting. His
o—-m, which normally would have lasted ten
seconds, tops, was well past the thirty second
mark and showed no signs of stopping. What had
“I-I can’t stop cumming!” Cole cried.
“Yes! Yes! Oh f–k yes, Cole! C-m like you never
have! I want you to feel this good till you can’t
stand it any longer!”
He thought he might die, or at least go blind after
a solid five minutes of o—-m passed. His heart
jackhammered — he could feel it pounding in his
head as sweat poured down his body. Too much!
He passed out, collapsing on her soft b—–s.
They lay together and basked in mutual
satisfaction. She rubbed his back with a soft
gentle touch; he fell asleep almost instantly.
Once Cole was out cold, she slid out from under
him and scooted off the edge of the bed.
She giggled when she noticed Stacy staring at her
with head tilted, sitting on all fours. They must
have put on quite a show for her pet. The
evidence: a small oily pool on the floor from the
devilkin’s dripping s-x.
A sudden thud made the walls of the succubus’s
lair shake. Stacy and Zafira jumped to their feet.
“Right on time,” Zafira said, quickly throwing her
white dress back on.
With her pet at her side, Zafira watched as a
portal on the far wall appeared to be forced open
by some unseen force. A humanoid figure slowly
stepped though to invade Zafira’s home.
It was a person she could never forget, despite
his new style of clothing. Those evil eyes; that
gray skin; that crown of twisted bones. It was her
creator, the Lord of Lust himself. Judging by the
massive sword sheathed on his back, he was not
here for a friendly visit.
“Zafira! You look lovely as ever.”
“Asmodeus. I see you’ve decided to update your
wardrobe. Nice to see you wearing pants for a
change. Though that vest makes you look a bit
He snarled. “Are you attempting to provoke me? I
think we both know how such a conflict would
Stacy growled, ready to attack. Zafira put her
hand on Stacy’s head. “Protect Cole,” she
Asmodeus walked deliberately around her
dwelling. “You know, you’ve disappointed me yet
again. All these centuries gone by, expecting you
to make an attempt on my life, and you never did.
I thought the angels finally got to you. Imagine
my surprise when I picked up on the magical trail
you’ve been leaving around this city. Very foolish
on your part.”
Zafira smiled wickedly. “Everything I have done
since you banished me have been carefully
calculated moves on a very big chess board.”
To Be Continued