Alfred Holds his Breath

Alfred's throat tightens in fear at the immanent killing blow, a bead of sweat running down the back of his neck, slicking down his spine. He all but whimpers as fear rolls through body. "Is this really it?" he asks himself , eyes shut tight "No, Please Oh Lords and Ladies both Above and Below, don't let this be it!"

With that silent prayer the blade's edge pulls away from his neck by a fraction of an inch. Before he can react, with a sharp Schlink he finds his shirt cleanly sliced open. His eyes burst wide in surprise, watching as his vestments are torn from him by ethereal claws. Each of the purple shadows rends in chaotic fashion through the leather like paper, and the fabric like air. The tatters fall from Alfred's toned build. The Succubus' eyes widen and her plump lips curl into a hungry grin at the young man's athletic physique - tracing it's rippling muscles and hardening cock with clear appreciation. Alfred feels as if his neck were set aflame, his cheeks not far behind. The thought of a girl, especially a beautiful, buxom woman like her taking enjoyment in his appearance warring with shame and embarrassment.

"Woof... now there's a strapping young man... " She says with lusty breath, giving her hips a little twitch as she traces the tip of the sword along the curve of the man's pecs "Ohh... you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this..." Licking her lips, she tosses the commandeered blade across the room as she slowly sinks to her knees. Leaning in, resting upon her hands on the tops of his hips before running her fingers up his torso and down his sides, finally resting her palms upon the ground either side of the young man's pelvis. With sinuous grace she crawls forward, her heavy bust providing a sight no man could ever hope - nor wish - to break his gaze from.

Her face rises in Alfred's view, hands wringing his shoulders as brilliant eyes of ruby-red meet his. A thumb traces along his jaw, sending a shiver his your spine. With a rough kiss as she pulls him in, hips rolling into his crotch. With sudden shock and incredible comfort he feels the entirety of his cock swallowed up into her wet cunt in a clean Shlick. Plunging deeper and deeper into her with a warm moan, the rich vibration passing through her to jostle his cock sunken within her hips.

Chuckling, Cassandra pulls back from the kiss, "157 Hells!! You're actually enjoying this?! You're Getting Fucking ****, You Pervert!!" She laughs heartily, her back arching away as her heavy tits jiggle "I mean, I can't say as I fucking blame you!! Fucking Look at this Bod!!" She spreads her arms wide, giving great display to her soft, juicy breasts bouncing atop a flat, toned stomach that flares out into wide hips powerfully rocking atop his cock. Blushing bight red with ever greater shame at feelings he finds himself unable to control, he can't help but admire the beauty of the Succubi's full face with her broad, bright eyes and plump lips... The artful curves she so elegantly wears... The way her thighs grip his hips with enough **** to **** him out. Closing his eyes, he shutter with disgust at himself - And at the pleasure of Cassandra's ride.