VD - Normal demon things

You probably should have figured that having Morrigan would go this way. This is just things are in Demon World. It’s completely normal for the mayor to be in a bath with you and your pregnant wife after dinner. She sits cozily beside Demi with her arm around her, gazing across the tub at you. Some soft, skilled toes are sneakily probing between your legs. It has to be Morrigan.

You have barely started on this drink, but Jake is bringing you another one on a tray.

“Thanks,” you say, embarrassed at how casually he’s seeing you in the bath, although the bubbles hide everything. “Ah!” Morrigan’s toes find your penis which was already hard. Your drink spills, but Jake has lightning-fast reflexes. He casts a spell to freeze the drops of rum in the air, then scoops them up with two fingers and brings them to your lips.

Blushing and trying not to make weird noises, you lick them off while Morrigan ruthlessly strokes your cock under the water with her toes.

“Thanks,” you gasp, getting a firmer grip on your drink.

“My pleasure,” Jake says, carrying his tray out of the bathroom.

You’re a little drunk, and you watch him go. Demi and Morrigan are tittering on their side of the tub. You’re in a bath, but you would be very wet even if you weren’t.

“Don’t feel bad,” Demi tells you, prodding your leg with her toe. Morrigan finally stops with her foot, letting you catch your breath. “This is what Jake does.”

Morrigan looks thoughtful. “He’d make a decent VD.”

“He would,” Demi agrees. “You remember that time in Ethics class?”

“When he didn’t do his homework? Of course,” Morrigan says.

“What happened?” you ask.

“Our teacher scolded him, but by the end of class she was blowing him in front of everyone,” Morrigan says with a laugh.

“I remember that she couldn’t swallow it all, and she spit some of it on Trish’s shoes,” Demi says wistfully.

“Those were the days. Want me to cover tonight’s bill?” Morrigan asks slyly.

“No, I got it,” you say quickly.

They both laugh at you.

“But you know,” Morrigan says. “There’s one flavor that you didn’t taste tonight.”

“Huh?” you reply.

Demi rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Morrigan stands up. Water and bubbles stream off her nude body. Her tail whips around sensuously and her wings unfold as she crosses the tub to you. Frozen, you stare up at her until you realize what’s happening. She puts her hand on your head and brings her dripping pussy to your mouth.

A little pushy, but you’re too turned on to care.

“Mmph,” you murmur, your nose smooshed against her clit as you lick at her lips. You have one hand free, and you use it to stroke her damp thigh.

“That’s it,” she says. Normal. Very normal demonic dinner party.