Foot worship

You sit back down. “****.” You shudder at the thrill of saying that. You want to taste it again. “****,” you repeat. You lift up your leg, shapely thigh flowing down to calves and arch and wriggling toes. “I have been walking a long time. Massage my feet.”

Demis falls to his knees and crawls to you, reaching for your foot.

“Ooooh!” You throw back your head with a gasp as his fingers reverently trail along your feet. You never knew your feet could be so sensitive!

“Do you like that, mistress?” he asks hopefully, his voice shaking a little with a **** need for approval.

“Mmm. Yes. Keep going. I-“ You yelp as his tongue slides along the bottom of your soles. “O-o-oh! Wh-what are you doing?”

“You deserve to be worshipped, mistress,” he murmurs. “Please. Let me.”

“We-ell, if it means that much to you.” You groan as he gently massages your feet.

“It does, mistress. It means everything to me to see you pleased.” He stops talking in order to wrap his lips around your toes, his mouth forming a perfect vacuum as he sucks and runs his tongue over an area you never thought could give you such pleasure.

“Mmm. Then don’t stop,” you croon, melting into the divan. He complies, readily. For perhaps an hour he lavishes your feet with attention. His fingers dig into nerve bundles that makes sparks dance behind your eyes, his tongue lavishes your toes and flesh with his hot saliva.

At last you can’t take anymore. You free your foot from his grasp and use it to push him back. Demis lands on his rump with a yelp. For a moment you can only breathe heavily, looking down at the young demon who is, in turn, looking up at you, waiting for orders. You sigh. “Well done, Demis. Very well done. I am…pleased.”

He bows his head. “Th-thank you mistress.” His cock rises to your praise, to your amusement. You stretch down a hand to him. Instinctively he goes to his hands and knees, crawling forward until his chin is in your palm. You draw him back with barely a touch, parting your thighs and guiding his face to your drooling mound. You stop him just in front of it, holding him there. He fairly shakes with desire, his nostrils flaring with your scent, his lips parted as if to drink in the girlcum already leaking from your slit, forming a dark patch on the fabric of the divan. You marvel at his discipline, for he makes no move, only the gentlest touch holding him from you.

“Do you want it?” you ask, relishing in your control of the slender demon boy.

“Yes, mistress.”

“What would you do for it? To taste me? To drink from me?”

“Anything mistress. By Hecata, anything!”

“Mmm. Maybe later.” You release his chin. Like you’ve taken away a final block he hurls himself against you. You gasp and grab his shoulders as his tongue delves into your honeypot.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” you gasp. His tongue is far longer than any humans. You cling to him as he buries himself gleefully in your muff, devouring your heated cunny. It doesn’t take him a minute to make you cry out in orgasm. But you don’t let him stop. When he tries to pull away you yank him back. He is happy to comply, and you keep him delved inside of you with the gentlest of touches. You quickly develop a system. When you want a moment you tap his horns and he moves to lavish his tongue on your inner thighs. Sometimes he merely buries his nose in your pubic mound, breathing heavily your scent, eyes fluttering with pleasure, but inevitably, he is drawn back to your sensitive cunt, his tongue wrapping round your clit like a cord and squeezing it to shuddering orgasm.

He breaks from you for a moment, his face awash with your juices. “Mistress,” he murmurs. “I can more for you, if you like?”

You purse your lips. “Why? Are you dissatisfied licking me?”

“No mistress!” he gasps. “Never! But I want to show you all I can do.”

“Hm. That so?”

"Oh yes!" His eyes shine like the juice which beards his mouth. "You can use my cock to bring you to peak and never let me cum until you command. I can worship your nipples. I can give you the means to fuck me."

That gets your attention. You sit up. "Wait. What?"

"Oh yes mistress," he gasps in excitement. "I can lend you my cock and you can use it as much as you like! My..." He chokes. "My old mistress gave it to me. She liked being able to take away my cock when I didn't behave."

Goddess he really wants you to fuck him, and you must admit, there is a definite appeal there. To be the one who fucks a demon rather than being the one fucked. But, at the same time, glancing down at his cock, there is a certain appeal to being fucked by a demon completely under your command.