She starts with a bath... A tongue bath.

Without so much as a word, the succubus let the green blanket drop from her shoulders and pool around her feet. She watched as the woodsman still speechless, his eyes drinking in her Flawless porcelain skin. His eyes hesitated at her nipples and at the well manicured red bush above her bare pussy lips.

"I..I..." stammered Paul is he tried to figure out what was going on. Angelina put her fingers on his chest and trailed them down his body as she sank to her knees. She put a lick of heat in her touch, enough to send your way his clothing under her fingertips but left his skin unharmed.

"Shhhh. You are in the best hands. Let me thank you, kind sir," she said flashing her most devilish grin. She licked her lips and continued her fingers sliding down his body until they crossed over the crotch of his breeches in the fabric feliway is if it have been cut by knives. "Mmmmm, yummy," the demoness said. "I have always loved mortal cock," sheep herd leaning forward as she spoke and rubbing the hardening member on her cheeks and lips.

She looked up and saw that Paul was still in a state of shock, and his cock was getting harder by the second but wasn't at full mast yet.

"Let me help you with this," Angelina breated huskily. She whispered something, an incantation that was more breath than voice, and then Blue from the base of Paul's cock to the head. As her breath traveled along his member, it stiffened to the largest part on Hall would ever have.

His whole body quivered and part of Paul's brain started registering what was happening. His hands slid into the three foot locks of the succubus kneeling before him and he tipped her head up so he can look her in the eyes. His cock throbbed against her cheek and she sneaked her tongue out to taste it and let loose a tiny gasping moan. She needed to feed, and Paul had enough come boiling in his balls to do the trick, but she also wanted to fuck.

Paul looked into her eyes and manage to say...