(F/f)

The devil drags her tongue up. The motion sends lightning up your spine.

You jerk against your skeletal restraints as the woman teases your clit. Her tongue glides across your wet skin. Her motions are slow and merciless. She takes your hood into your mouth. Her breath is hot on your skin. Her tongues continues its work. Your arousal builds quickly as she pushes, slides, and flicks with murderous skill.

Your head twists around wildly. Loud moans build up in your chest. You feel something building up inside...

Your tormentor raises a hand forward, a finger grazing gently across a breast. Goosebumps erupt across your chest, skin drawing taut at the sensation. You twist away from the touch.

The hand moves back down. A hand goes below her jaw, and a moment later you feel a finger slide playfully between your lips. She explores the area diligently. The teasing torment continues for what seems like an eternity. Her eyes stare up at you, coldly analyzing your expression.

A carnal scream erupts from your lungs as a finger slides into you. It goes in easily. You can't remember ever being so wet. Her fingers are long and flexible, and press expertly as they move in and out.

Your lust is staggering but you still panic at the thought of the climax you know is looming. Your mind flails for a way out of this situation, but you know it is inevitable. In the back of your mind you feel a familiar guilt. It is small and pathetic next to your oppressive lust, but it nags at you. It tells you to slow your breathing, stifle your urges-- you welcome the distraction from the sublime **** on your senses.

Her tongue and fingers move in tandem. The pressure builds quickly, your pussy and thighs tightening. Your heart races-- toes curl back.

"Stop stop stop stop stop" your mind begs, but you know its pointless.

Your eyes shut. Your body tenses. Like a glass with too much water, you are poised to overflow. A single drop-- a tongue strikes the perfect spot-- and your soul is set ablaze. The pleasure slams into your body like a tidal wave, every muscle contracting and every nerve screaming. Your mind can't form the words to describe what is happening to you, you've never felt anything like this.

The torrent is unending. Your tormentor--- your savior-- slows down, then pulls away. Even still, your body reverberates with pleasure. You squirm and twitch at the echoing sensations. You try to hold onto the experience, but eventually it slips away.

You breathe deeply, your mind struggles to reorient itself. Exhausted, you tilt your head up. Once again, the devil crawls up to your face. Her smile is warm-- her expression is pleased.

"We went overtime... I hope you don't mind." A finger strokes from a hot cheek down to your jaw. Your mouth hangs open loosely. You match her gaze.

"Its.... fine..." you reply weakly.