Enough for the day

You return again, but this time Ixy stands up to greet you.

"It's getting a bit late in the day, let's call it here loverboy."

Her wink makes her possible omniscience easier to swallow.

You stretch your shoulders, "Fine, let's head back. You in front."

She smiles devilishly and starts walking, a seductive sway in her hips, "Wouldn't have it any other way, papi."

It's late in the evening and you're back at Ixy's place. As you head through the door, you spot Almara putting plates on the table. The table that looks brand new. You think for a moment and then look up. The hole has been partially patched, but it's not quite done yet.

Almara follows your gaze and smiles, "Don't worry about that, the boys will be finished soon."

You raise an eyebrow, "The boys?"

"Yes, our neighbour, Alvera has some rather capable young men. Carpentry is their trade. They work pretty hard in exchange for watching me sunbathe. Odd boys."

Images of Stacy's Mom music video swirls in your cranium, "Yeah. Odd. I guess that explains the table."

Almara giggles that wonderful giggle, "Oh, no. I just have plenty of these in storage. You'd be surprised what can break in a succubi's house. I keep extra tables, chairs, bed bases...the essentials."

You gulp as you think about the actions that lead to such "essentials."

Before you get two lost in thought, Ixy pushes you towards the bathroom, "Shower. Now. You smell like whore."

You want to retort, but a smell of yourself tells you not to fight a losing battle.

A shower later and you're having dinner with Ixy and Almara. Ixy is once again her bra and panties. Almara is wearing an apron. Only an apron.

You've been pitching a tent the entire meal.

Almara is the first to pull the conversation to your day, up until now you've been complimenting her cooking, "So how was Chissi, did you manage to get her support?"

You are about to inquire as to who she is talking about, but as your mouth moves to repeat the name a chill tumbles down your spine and leaves you mute.

Ixy sighs, "Judge Gale doesn't like that nickname."

Almara smiles back, "She doesn't mind when I call her Chissi."

Ixy rolls her eyes, "You are the odd exception. Anyone else who dares to call Judge Chissette Gale anything like that is liable to have their arms ripped off by the world's strongest nun."

And with that your erection falls to half mast.

Ixy then perks up, "Oh yeah, Auntie Gale wants you to attend confession. She's somewhat interested in the new stray we've got."

Almara giggles, "I'm sure, but honey, isn't it a bit hypocritical that you get to call her Auntie Gale?"

Ixy pouts, "She told me to call her that."

Almara giggles again, "When you were three, dear."

As Ixy pouts Almara turns to you, "I'll be sure to check in and explain your finer points. But how about we retire for the night. Duin you can sleep-"

"In my room," Ixy finishes.

Again, Almara looks defeated, but smiles sadly at her daughter, "They grow up so fast."

"A blush appears on the nubile demonette, "Hush you. And you, bed. Now."

As much as you wouldn't mind pressing her buttons. You can't disagree that you wouldn't mind the rest.

You complement Almara's cooking, apron and assets before heading to Ixy's room followed by the sound of matronly giggling growing distant behind you.

Stripping down you fall into the bed again. Think about the day. You're more durable, stamina is definitely higher. You can't exactly say you have super strength, so right now you are a hornier Captain America that could probably take a few bullets.

You think to yourself, "I would look good with a cape. Captain America doesn't have one, but I could pull it off."

Your thoughts are interrupted as the door opens.

Just like the previous night Ixy stands there topless. Only the pillow clutched to her chest and the small black panties offer any modesty. She walks over to the bed again, slowly, and as that wonderful, figure comes closer you stand at attention.

Ixy looks over you for a moment, "So we're sharing again."

Your mouth feels dry, but you manage your answer, "Yeah."

Ixy seem apprehensive, almost nervous as she looks at you. Then with a sigh she drops the pillow.

If you would have to guess you'd say Ixy was a B-cup and those dark red nipple poking out from her perky chest remind you of the sweetest fruit you'd be forbidden from having. Like in a garden with a snake or something.

Outwardly you react also, your erection throbs so hard you push the sheets down.

Ixy looks at your hardness and smiles. Less mischievous, more calm.

Before you say anything she crawls into bed. This time no pillow as she rests her head on your chest, her tail wrapping around the base of your dick and holding it in place, "Good night."

Her body is hot, but not burning and oddly relaxing after a day of hard work. You wrap your hand around your temporary bedmate and drift off to sleep, "Goodnight."

The light from the open window wakes you and you stir as you feel some pressure on your chest. As your eyes adjust you see Ixy, still here this time. You also noticed your hand wondered to her ass at some point in the night. You contemplate removing it, but following the pull you decide to leave it there. It feels right. It isn't long before Ixy stirs.

"Morning," says the groggy hellion and then she raises up to stretch. Now sitting on your morning wood and pressing her bountiful ass against it, the sensation makes both of you groan, lustfully.

Ixy recovers first doing a handstand off your chest and off the bed, "Not a bad way to wake up, good luck fitting that in your pants. I'm going for breakfast."

You'd be upset with how she left you if you didn't love watching her leave.

One breakfast later and you are back at your familiar friend. The giver of quests. The question is now, what do you choose next.