Disagree with the demon

"You are different," you admit, "but I am not repulsed. Come closer." He presses his warm, moist flesh against you and you lean down, slowly dragging your tongue along his quivering length. He gasps, his cock stiffening. You wrap your hands around his shaft and lap at the head, exploring the smooth, bullet-shaped head, the frilled crown, the deep, leaking slit, every touch of your tongue making him gasp and moan.

You draw back and smirk at him. "Listening to you, you'd think no one had ever sucked your cock before."

"No one ever has," he says. "Your father is the first person to even touch me in over a century, and he prefers me to use my tentacles from behind, so he won't have to look at me."

"I'm sorry," you say, feeling a stirring of pity for the demon. "I know how that feels, I suppose, just a little. I've been afraid to let anyone look at me, let alone touch me."

"Why? You're beautiful."

"Thank you," you say, "but I'm not quite what I appear to be." You lift the skirts of your dress, exposing your hard, black horsecock. The demon regards you for a moment, his glowing green eyes devouring the sight of you.

"You are still beautiful," he says. You blush, your white stripes turning pink, and return your attention to his cock, taking the head into your mouth and sucking as you rub your tongue against the underneath side. He makes the most delicious noises, his tentacles twitching and writhing helplessly. You stroke your hands down his thick, textured shaft, slurping and moaning around his cockhead. "Oh! Oh, Mistress, I'm going to cum!" he shouts.