Relieve her heat

Picking yourself out of the car whilst making out with the slender art student and tucking your cock safely away was challenging. Getting the both of you up the stairs without stumbling and losing teeth was a miracle. The mutual lust was mounting exponentially, even your vision was turning pink on the horizon. Jen's hands trembled as she awkwardly unlocked the door, but once she did the both of you tumbled inside with a tangle of oversensitized, sweaty limbs. As soon as the door was kicked shut with a muted thump, you were on each other once again.

"I need it Kevin...!" she growls, gripping your hair. "My body is so fucking hot right now!"

No arguments here. You hoist her up in your arms, your hands firmly gripping her perky rear as you carry her into the living room and plop her down on the couch. With an eagerness that surprised you, you grasp her shoulder straps and yank them free, then quickly get to work pulling down her pumpkin shorts and baby blue panties. Just as eager as you, she lifts her hips to give you better access, and as you pull the offending garments down her shapely calves, a wave of feminine arousal hits your nostrils.

A haze falls over your mind, your Incubus blood firing up from the scent of a woman in heat. Immediately you drop down between her thighs and take a long lick along the length of her womanhood. Jen squeals with delight as she feels your tongue slathering back and forth, her nectar sweet as honey on your lips. The more you drank the more she spilled, as if her core was a neverending spring. You can feel her hips lifting off of the couch, her thighs resting on your shoulders as you inhaled the full scent of her musky arousal. To think not even a week ago Jen was just another of countless fantasies in your mind, yet here you were dining voraciously on her slickened pussy, the soft tuft of her pubic hair tickling your nostrils.

Changing angles, you lick upwards and pull her swollen clit into your mouth, suckling hungrily and sending her body into spasms. A high pitch squeal follows as she tightens down on your head with her thighs in a **** grip, her fingers grasping and digging into your skull as you push her into a full-body orgasm. Her hips buck up into your face, forcing your tongue off her clit and into her clenching tightness. Lilith below, you could hardly imagine how it would feel on your cock. Eventually, Jen's shaking dies down, leaving her a panting, sweat-soaked mess on the couch.

"Holy fuck..." she breathes out as she gazes down at you in shock. "If I knew you could do that... I would've jumped you a long time ago."

You grin triumphantly and climb up her body, capturing her in a deep and passionate kiss. She mewls into your mouth, wrapping her arms around you and writhing against you. You work her tank top off her now, eager to see her body fully and she happily obliges. Pure, pale skin greets you as do adorable a-cups with puffy nipples, the slender art student baring herself fully to your lascivious gaze. Eager to taste her some more, you dip down and suck a nipple into your mouth while your hands get to work roaming every inch of her skin.

She coos and shudders under your touch as you combine your thus far sexual experience with your ever-present demonic aura, setting every nerve you touched on erotic fire. Your skillful pushing of her buttons has her impatiently shoving you back just enough to strip you of your shirt, her eyes drinking up your chiseled physique with rapturous attention.

"See something you like?" you ask teasingly.

She blushes furiously and nods, the most adorable expression on her face. You chuckle and undress, now fully naked with your cock standing at attention. Her eyes flit down to your shaft hovering over her, and she bites her lip.

"Please, be gentle," she murmurs. "It's... it's been years since I've been with a man..."

You smile and nod, then leaning down to kiss her, you touch the head of your cock against her searingly hot pussy lips. Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your bare flesh against hers, then ever so slowly, she lifts her hips and angles just enough for you to slip the head in. Immediately she squeezes down on you like a vice, and you have to make a conscious effort not to slam the entirety of yourself into her. Inch by torturous inch, your girth sinks deeper, spreading her open with sinful delight. She's literally crushing you with softness. A quiet whimpering spills out against your lips as she steadies herself to take you in, and with the slightest push down with her hands against your rear, she signals you to continue. You gasp in unison as you pass another inch, her eyes staring up at you imploringly as you finally bottom out against her cervix, your balls coming to rest against her ass.

"So deep...!" she cries out softly.

"So tight..." you growl out in answer.

Blistering heat combined with a strangling grip and oozing slickness had you dangerously close to cumming. It'd been over a week since you last took care of business, and even the slightest twitch Jen made as she adjusted was two steps away from pushing you over the edge. Steeling yourself, you push the insane pleasure down just enough to begin pulling back out of her grasping tightness. As if in defiance of your retreat, Jen's body seems to grip you even harder, pulling at your manhood greedily and without shame. Her own vocalizations echoing in your ears make the experience even more erotic, her nails digging into your back and leaving long scratches in their wake. At last, only the tip remains inside her, and with equal care as your first penetration, you sink back into her heavenly warmth once more.

Jen suddenly pulls you down to her, voraciously attacking your mouth with hers as her sock-clad legs lock around your waist. You return the kiss eagerly, rolling your tongue around hers in a passionate dance as you pull her into a close embrace. You pick up speed with your thrusts now, steadily driving into her with long strokes, reveling in the sweetness of her pussy. She writhes her hips against yours, meeting each thrust in perfect unison, and driving your mutual ecstasy even higher.

"Kevin... fuck me... fuck me harder!" she begs against your lips.

A groan of your own spills out of your mouth as your pace quickens, gouging out her body as your hips slap against her. She wails with delight, breaking the kiss and throwing her head back in rapture. Over and over again your cock presses against her cervix with each pass, plundering a depth few men have ever tread. Shifting your hands to her hips, you push her backward and into a mating press, folding her in half at the waist and making her squeal.

"Fuck that's deep!" she cries out. "Make me cum...! Make me cum!"

Gentle loses all meaning as you grant her request, hammering into her body with powerful strokes. Jen's voice breaks out in a cacophony of squeals, groans, cries, and praises as her hips mash up into yours. A steady flood of feminine fluid follows, soaking your joined hips in a mushy, sweltering mess. Gripping her slender thighs tightly, you insistently press your cockhead up against her **** cervix, your girth swelling up as the boiling in your balls reaches its apex. Jen seems to sense the incoming deluge and furiously nods her head.

"Yes! Do it!" she screams.

All you needed to hear. With a tremendous roar, you drive yourself balls deep into her lovely body and fire rope after sticky rope of cum directly into her womb. Jen's eyes shoot open in silent ecstasy as her deepest parts are pierced with a lance of liquid heat. You thrust forward with each volley, grunting and gasping as the pleasure overwhelms your body with sinful bliss, and in that moment of sexual nirvana, you realize for the first time the truly dangerous nature of the Lilim. With every burst of semen that you planted within her womb, a surge of energy you could only describe as life energy rushes into you. You feel your muscles flex with power, your mind immediately sharpens, and your cock feels harder than ever despite the largest and most powerful orgasm of your young life. Recognizing it for what it was, you make a herculean effort to cut off the connection. With some difficulty, the siphon trickles down to nothing.

Jen, in contrast to your newfound vigor, appears to have the "fucked stupid" expression on her face and has fallen limp in your arms. She gasps for breath, weakly moaning with exertion as her head falls to the side.

"Fuck... that... that was..." she weakly comments, unable to form a coherent sentence.

You gently thrust within her a few more times before withdrawing, a stream of your mixed juices spilling out and soiling the couch.

"Stay here," you tell her gently whilst kissing her on the forehead.

She manages a single nod as you fetch a damp washcloth and towel. Passing by the kitchen, you make a point to bring her a glass of water as well. When you return to your freshly fucked conquest, you find her curled up on the couch in bliss, a small smile on her face. She gratefully takes the offered washcloth and towel, and you turn your back to give her some privacy.

"God it's still so sensitive..." she moans, her voice sending a shiver of desire down your spine. "What the hell did you do to me?"

"Gave you a damn good orgasm," you answer cockily.

"I'll say... good enough to convince me to let you cum inside."

"Is that dangerous?"

She hums in thought.

"It should be ok. I don't think it's a safe day, but it shouldn't be a dangerous one either. I can just tell. Oh well, you'll take responsibility if I end up with your kid after all, right?"

Her tone is largely playful, but you could also detect a hint of worry in her voice as well, especially with that last bit. The thought of being a dad unnerved you if you were being honest, but you weren't a deadbeat either. You turn to her, smile, and raise your hand.

"Scout's honor," you assure her.

She giggles and throws the soiled linens at your chest.

"My hero," she says sarcastically. "Thank you though... that makes me feel better about... this."

She emphasizes this by swinging her arms out in a vague gesture. You couldn't blame her for it. Even if Jen was bi, and despite how little you actually knew the girl, she wasn't at all shy to advertise she swung for the same team. In all honesty, you still thought this was still just some elaborate dream designed by your sex-starved subconscious, and poor Jen ended up being the focus of those desires. Sighing, you sit down next to her and hand her the glass of water, which she promptly downs eagerly. Her vitality was recovering quickly.

"Do you regret what we just did?" you ask carefully.

She's silent for a moment but not avoidant, as she leans comfortably into your side. On instinct, you lift your arm and pull her into a light embrace.

"If you were more of an asshole, probably. But... you're not. You're definitely freakily more attractive today for some reason, that's for sure. Is it some kind of cologne?" she asks curiously.

"I've been working on myself," you answer with surprising ease.

Not a lie per se.

"Well whatever you've been doing, it works," she declares. "Shit, and here I thought I swore off men for good..."

"I'm honored," you comment, giving her a wry smile.

She slaps you playfully on the chest.

"Don't let it get to your head," she laughs. "Either of them!"

"You didn't seem to be complaining."

She huffs and turns to mount your lap, facing you intently with her arms draped over your shoulders. It takes a significant amount of willpower not to flood her system with your demonic pheromones again and take her into round two.

"It's not the dick rearranging my guts that gives me trauma, it's the thing attached to the dick. So... don't go turning into something you're not... ok?"

The intensity of her gaze struck a chord within you, the seriousness of her tone potently apparent. For a moment you wondered if she somehow knew intuitively about your newfound demonic origin. Quietly you nod ok and wrap her in a tight hug. She squeaks from your sudden embrace but quickly relaxes, her tension escaping her in a long sigh.

"Thank you..." she murmurs into your shoulder.

You can feel her tremble in your arms, her breath becoming shaky as if she was experiencing flashbacks of ****. You were closer to the mark than you thought, but she doesn't seem interested in elaborating further. Instead, she clings to you, like a lost child seeking warmth and affection that'd been denied for years. Gently you rub circles on her back with your fingers until she brings her breathing back under control and her muscles relax once more.

"Hey... give me your phone," she says suddenly.

You choose not to question it, and with a bit of shifting and stretching, you manage to fish your phone out of your pocket. A swipe of your thumb unlocks the screen and she's soon tapping away.

"Here's my number. Text me sometime, 'kay? And maybe... if I'm feeling a certain way... we can do this again."

Her playful side is back as she shoots you a wink.

"I think I just might do that," you say with a grin.

She smiles and giggles then leans in to give you a warm kiss. This time it was soft and affectionate, now that your shared lusts were sated, and the hopeless romantic in you couldn't resist cupping her cheek like in a cheesy rom-com. She hums with satisfaction and lightly scratches your bare chest. The exchange has you rising to attention between her thighs once more, but as your mini-me makes contact with her now cleaned but still swollen and sensitive delta, she laughs and jumps off teasingly.

"Down boy, I gotta get this place cleaned up before my roomie finishes her shift."

You laugh in mock defeat then dress as she goes to fetch some upholstery cleaner for the cum-stained couch. It barely takes a minute before you're headed for the door, but before you leave she grabs you by the hand and pulls you in for another kiss, and who were you to deny such a bubbly little lady? You eagerly deepen it, reveling in the feeling of her tongue coiling around yours, your arms wrapped around her slender and still-naked body. For a moment, you think she's going to pull you back and into her room, but just as things would heat up again, she breaks off the kiss and gives you a little squeeze on the rear.

"Text me," she says with a wink and ushers you out the door.

As you return to your car your head swims with images of Jen, a girl you never believed you could charm into bed, yet now she was scurrying about her apartment with a fertile load stewing in her womb. A part of you actually hoped it would take, a very irrational and horny part, but your grounded mind reminded you you were hardly in a position to start a family, not yet at least. Hell would that even be feasible if you ended up needing to "feed" on sexual partners on a regular basis? Would a single bond be enough to satiate you or did you just stumble onto a new level of manwhore?

Realizing you were overthinking the issue, you shake your head and get into your car, grabbing your phone as you did and pulling up Jen's contact info. You laugh. She decorated her entry with a rainbow, a red heart, and a kissy emoji. Smiling, you send her an intro text so she can save your number, and shift into drive, leaving your newfound love for the day.