Swallow

You suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, and are rewarded by his hoarse shout, his cock jerking in your hand as he spurts into your mouth. You swallow his load and milk every last drop from his rod, licking the head clean before you draw away. Your heart is beating fast as you slowly pull your dress off over your head, releasing your firm breasts and exposing every rigid inch of yourself.

The demon eyes you hungrily, his tentacles reaching toward you, but he seems to hesitate. "Are you certain this is what you want?" he asks.

"Positive," you answer, boldly grabbing one thick tentacle and guiding it between your legs, behind your balls, to your hot, wet slit. A moan rises in your throat, your body shaking as your breath catches. You press his warm, moist flesh against your swollen pussy lips, your hips rocking of their own volition, your body aching with need. He rubs against you, spreading your pink folds and teasing your engorged clit.

A second tentacle slides between your legs, easing into your tight channel, pushing deep inside of you. He reaches your maidenhead and tears through the thin membrane with a brief flash of pain, but it's soon forgotten as he begins to fuck you, that thick, muscular appendage sliding deeper than you thought possible, filling you with pleasure and **** need. Your back arches, your breasts trembling, nipples hard as stone.

You cry out as two tentacles slide over your tits, rubbing and squeezing your aching nipples. The tentacle stroking your clit flicks against the throbbing button, and you close your legs on reflex, trying to protect yourself from the intense sensation. It does no good. The tentacle rubs your clit relentlessly, as the one fucking you begins to pound your clenching pussy, filling the small chamber with a wet, sucking sound.

You can't take it any more. You buck, a breathless cry escaping your lips as you cum, spasms of ecstasy wracking your body as a flood of fluid gushes from your slit. You're still shaking, trembling with the aftershocks, when the demon pulls out.

"Was that satisfactory, Mistress?" he asks. You can only nod weakly. "I'm glad. I'll go now, but if you ever have further need of me, just light the candles and read the incantation." A gust of air blows your long hair back from your face and the candles wink out. Only the lamp remains, the flame protected by the glass globe, and by its weak light, you can see that the demon has gone. On shaking legs, you climb off the cot, grab the lamp, and head back upstairs.