A devilish dominatrix.

You watch as every inch of her figure shapes itself piece-by-piece. Whether this is a person she's met before, a persona she's invented in the past, or Time is such a talented doppel that she can create a brand new girl on the spot, you wait patiently as she designs herself like a sculptor creating art. Her skin turns a vibrant shade of red, and horns curl up from a head of jet-black hair--long, nearly enough to past her chest. She has a slender build, which is quite visible despite being clothed, as what she wears is incredibly tight. She's garbed herself in an alluring suit of shiny black leather, covering down between her legs like a swimsuit. Tall boots are attached by a garter belt. Her heels grant her height above yours if you were standing, and they look quite deadly.

She grins wickedly as her golden gaze is cast down upon you. As she looks you over, she drags her tongue up her index finger, to the tip where her painted nails are sharpened like claws. "Has somebody been a naughty boy?" she whispers seductively.

"And what if I have?" you taunt.

As she lifts her leg, you can't help but feel mesmerized already. The red flesh of a devil is so vibrant and attractive, and she strong, slender legs, and that isn't to mention her sexy heels. She presses it down upon the bed. The point digs into the fabric as she rolls the front into your balls. She pushes down lightly at first, but slowly applies further pressure while her alluring lips open to whisper, "Then I'll have to punish you." And on the final word, her full weight is brought down against your cock.

You try to speak, but she continues instead.

She sees your reaction and asks, "Oh does that hurt~?"

Then with a grin, she crawls with an impressive arch of her back--body moving like a snake-until she runs a hand around your neck. Her hot breath falls over your face yet still doesn't let you speak. In fact, when you do, that's when she kisses you--hard. It's overwhelming. You struggle to breathe. Her tongue runs inside your mouth and there's nothing you can do but surrender to her ****. And then on the way out, she gives you a sharp bite on your lip.

"You know what you're gonna do for me?" she asks.

"What?"

"Lay there like a good boy, and let me ride you like a horse until you explode." Her hand runs down your stomach, and then cups your balls below, through the fabric of your underwear. "Mmm. This won't do at all." Then just as before, she sways like a serpent, this time in reverse, until she's sitting on your legs.

Her fingers tease your head through the garment. She touches you, and she knows exactly how and where. It already feels incredible and you're still not completely nude. The latter doesn't last long, however, as she then yanks your last piece of clothing down, and then curls her fingers around like a monster's deadly claws. Her grip is a little too tight, but there's little hope in escaping.

To your relief, one of her hands does leave it to instead touch her top. She slides a nail down, and in its wake, her outfit completely disappears. First, her rosy red tits spill from her tight, black attire, and then continues until she's wearing no more than her heeled boots and a garter belt. And the entire time, she watches your reaction--taking great pleasure in your squirming. Then she pushes her hands down against your stomach, and mounts you with ease. Your dick slides in, and she squeeze you inside--tight, warm, though you can tell she isn't a real devil. It doesn't make it any less sexy though.

Perhaps to tease you further, or it's a sort of fun she enjoys, she shapeshifts her body mid-fucking. Suddenly the green dragon from behind the counter is riding you instead. Though you're no expert on her body, it looks incredibly accurate, down to the piercing on her tongue.

Then moments later, she transforms yet again. The woman she appears as is not one you've seen before. She has reddish brown hair. "Know who this is?" she asks.

You shake your head.

"The Trade-Lady of Tanver's Crossing. Does this count as an affair?"

With a laugh, she shifts back into a devilish dominatrix.

The way she rides is hypnotic. She does exactly how to sway her hips, and she runs her nails down along your torso, leaving behind red lines in your skin. You could lay here for hours, feeling the pleasures of her body, though you can't help but brings your own hands up for some fun as well. She may be playing the role of the dominant one, but you're perhaps even more experienced than she is at this point. She realizes this the moment your fingers caress inward to her most sensitive spot.

You take her clit between your fingers, and as you rub it in slow, sensual circles, her body weakens. It isn't where you touch, but how, and she didn't expect such an attack. Quickly though, she smiles wide and can't help but laugh.

"G-Good boy~! Oh wow... If you keep touching me like that, I'll let you finish inside me."

With full permission, you grab and squeeze up to her bouncy tits, though it's her clit that wants attention. As she continues to buck her hips, riding you like a mount as she said, you run your hands around her body, and the two of you quiver with ecstasy, enjoying this moment for a long while. Well, at least for a decent length of time, but she is the one who doesn't last. Her sharp grin welcomes it, however. It isn't a showing of weakness, but an appreciation for her toy's job well done. She slaps her ass down hard and back up over your twitching member as she nears a climax of her own.

"Mmmm~! Tell me I'm hot as fuck!"

"Oh god. You're so hot."

"Now beg me to let you cum."

"Please let me--"

She smacks her hand down over your mouth, and she leans in with a ravenous glare. Then she kisses you hard again. You're not able to get a word out before you feel your body tense, and your toes curl. Though you feel her start to twitch well before you cum. In fact, the sensation of her orgasm is what pushes you over. You groan as you fill her insides with every last drop you have. She fucks you harder, to the point where you worry it'll start to hurt. She's relentless. Even after her climax, she's ready to keep going. Or perhaps she just wants you to feel a bit of playful pain before she's finished.

Then she smacks you across the face. You can't respond before another kiss is delivered. Her tongue nearly chokes you. She then slows her hips down to a sensual finale, before gradually removing herself from your body.

Though you feel incredibly satisfied, her own facade breaks enough to reveal just how much it affected her. She falls back, laying flat on the bed with an elated smile upon her face as her chest heaves up and down.