VD - Friends?

“That’s what she said,” you say, wiping your mouth.

It’s nighttime and you and Demi are naked in bed. She lies with her legs spread, and you’re facedown between them. Your chin drips with her juices, and she lifts her head to peer over her pregnant belly at you.

“And?” she gasps.

“And,” you say, slipping two fingers inside her and savoring the way she squeezes them. You lean in and flick her clit with your tongue, making her legs jump. “I didn’t feel like she was lying.”

“Why would she be?” Demi asks breathlessly.

“I don’t know,” you say, taken aback by the question, slowly but firmly rubbing her g-spot. She’s so slick and wet in there, but you know the right place.

“Don’t,” she says with a **** noise.

“Because demons, I guess,” you go on, ignoring her protests.

“I don’t want to make a mess!” she hisses.

“Shhhhh,” you say, going down and suckling her clit a little. You come back up. “Don’t demons lie and cheat and stuff?”

“Yeah, but…ah!” You switch to three fingers, hooking them up and really massaging it. Her feet press on the sheets and she moans. You pause at a jolt of energy from elsewhere in the house. That must be Tari.

“What’s wrong?” she asks breathily.

“I think I just felt Tari,” you say.

Demi lifts a red hand and does a spell. An image of Tari appears beside the bed. The voluptuous demon is splayed out with her nightie lifted up so she can use a huge vibrator. Her breasts are so large that she can easily get one to her mouth, and she’s sucking her own nipple.

Her eyes on the image, Demi beckons for you to continue.

“Really? Watching your own mom?” you ask. “That’s a big kink, even for you.”

“Shush.”

“You shush.”

“Want me to call her up here?”

You know one way to make her stop being weird. You crawl up beside her, getting between Demi and her view of her little spy spell. You caress her cheek, then gently but firmly feed her your cock. She takes it in, kneading her breast with one hand and touching herself with the other. You glance over your shoulder as she sucks you, at Tari. Demi’s body language is just like her mother’s. They both writhe the same way. They both use their left hand on their left breast while they use their right to masturbate.

Watching Tari’s slender fingers sink into her fleshy breast as she squeezes gets you close. You pull your cock out of Demi’s mouth and stroke it urgently. She whimpers and shudders as you cover her face in sticky strings. Her hand is still moving.

You share a hungry, sticky kiss until she cums, kicking the sheets off the bed.

“So I should trust Morrigan?” you ask later, as you hold her.

“I think so. It makes more sense for her to suck up to you than to fight you,” Demi murmurs sleepily.