In your mouth

The hard, hot flesh of the imp in your hand, liberally dripping with fiendish precum, seems to be having almost as great an effect on you as on the imp. While your fist wanks him closer and closer to his whining climax, your mind is indulging fantasies that run against your faith. It doesn't matter. The daemon's musk and the sight of his red cock slipping through your fingers is too much.

Without a word, you duck your head beneath the blanket, into the hot, cum-scented confines beneath. Your lips find the imp's swollen tip, brushing over the silky slime welling there. You hear a gleeful moan from above the blanket.

"That's it, Fire Hair. You know you want taste cock."

And you do. You've thought about nothing but since you found the imp hugging against you. Your tongue tastes that sweet nectar that flows from his cock and you feel a rush of pleasure. Even such a small taste is intoxicating and you know tasting too much risks becoming a sexual **** to the imp. For the moment, that is not concerning to you. The plump tip of his cock brushes back and forth against your lips and you open your mouth to him, letting him feel your hot breath on his tip. You swirl your tongue through the precum, another hot wave of lust flowing through you at the dangerous taste.

"Ohhh goddess," you murmur. "Forgive me."

The reply inside you is cold and unforgiving. The Burning Rose does not smile upon what you are doing and if you go too far, you will pay a severe price with her.

Your lips close around the imp's cock and you slide down onto him. His slender hips buck and he tries to fuck into your mouth, but you keep one hand wrapped around his cock. You stroke him with one hand and bob on him with your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and tasting more and more of his precum.

"That's it, suck out seed. Suck it out!" The imp bucks against your hand and you moan around him, sucking even harder, popping your lips and lashing his bulging glans with your eager tongue. His cock pulses in the oval of your lips and hot daemon spunk gushes into your mouth. It squirts from his cock in a great quantity, filling your mouth and coating your tongue in the delicious salty-sweetness of his silky seed. Your mouth is completely filled with that gooey load and you hear the imp moaning, "drink it. Swallow cum."

He pulls back the blanket from your head and you look up at him, allowing his cock to slip from your lips as you hold the liquid weight of his delicious cum in your mouth.

"Oh, big one! Eh, Fire Hire? Drink down every drop."

You want to. Goddess forgive you, it is taking every bit of willpower not to swallow the sweet load of imp cum. You struggle to muster the will to spit it out and save yourself from further depravity.