"Flora" keeps control.

“Kinky,” she says in response to your choice. “I bet you like to play it that you’re all tough, but in reality, you just want a girl, innocent or not, to play with you until she feels content with her actions. Am I close to the truth?”

She taps her horn as she winks at you, gesturing to the thought she’s got you figured out. Does she?

Whether she does or doesn’t, you feel a rush of blood go to your throbbing cock as soon as she grabs your penis and guides the tip into the pink pussy of Flora. She engulfs your tip, setting you on fire with lust. Would the real Flora feel this good?? You highly doubt it. She folds around and molds to your shape instantly, giving you a satisfying squeeze. It’s impossible not to make any noise, so you let out a groan.

Oh, holy fuck! She grabs your hand and places it on her tit, forcing you to knead it. Her plump breast and erect nipple is a handful, so you keep it there, gripping firmly even as she turns her hands away. Then, she lets you inside of her, engulfing every inch of your cock. She feels incredible - right and perfect - unholy and naughty. Everything about this is wrong, and you know it. Yet, resisting it doesn’t feel quite right either. So you keep still and let her use you.

As you predicted, it feels nothing short of amazing. The way her pussy clamps down around your cock as it glides to the base and mid-shaft feels like nothing else you’ve ever experienced. Flora keeps her hand over yours, physically commanding you to squeeze and knead her breasts after every other pass she commits to. Her face hasn’t changed colors, but she looks mightily impressed with herself-- satisfied even! You try to buck, but instead, you’ve found yourself numb and unable to move your limbs.

She notices your struggle and giggles, slowing her riding to a teasing, almost annoying slow pace. She takes her index finger and wipes your lips. Her soft single-digit rolls down to your bottom lip then off your chin. She lowers her head and smiles at you. “Oh baby, you said I was in control~ I want to use them just the way I want to.”

Her nimble fingers walk on your bare chest, her eyes feasting on your build, slowing starting up again. You swallow as you watch her. Unable to move, it’s like being in a dream where you have no control over your arms or legs. You just have to lay flat and “endure” her “****.” Flora would never do something like this, so having something take her shape and do this to you does turn you on.

The succubus plays with her bud, grabbing your hand and guiding it to her mounds again: it’s the only time when you get to feel something against them. Your cock plunges in and out at a steady pace. She’s milking you, draining your precum like it’s water. You suppose, in some fashion, she is indeed thirsty.

“I’m going to drain you over and over again. I’m going to keep using you for as long as you live to satisfy my incredibly naughty needs. You’re going to be my new plaything until I find a proper replacement!” She leans in close, licking your ear as she whispers continues to dirty talk to you. Her words are toxic, raw, and oddly fulfilling. But, Holy Hell, you’re enjoying this waay too much! You’re so close to an orgasm, but the way she looks at you, she already knows you are.

She rolls her eyes, smirking to herself as you start twitching and moaning. “Fill me up~ I’ve been waiting.”