VD - Political Part 5

Demi may be enjoying your vice presidency even more than you are. Knowing that all of Demon World is lusting feverishly for her wife is a big turn-on for her. Despite being extremely pregnant, she has insisted on going back to work. Demons are immortal, so she doesn’t have to… take it easy the way that a human woman does when pregnant. Every day, she heads to the office to bask in attention and envy. You’ve never seen her happier. You were worried that she’d be sad about the castle, but she definitely prefers the Red House. And the castle is not, as you feared, a symbol of embarrassment for you. Everyone seems to avoid it; they find Lady D and her three daughters weird. You’ve heard that they’re enjoying the castle though, so that’s nice.

But Lady D is the last thing on your mind as you push your tongue into Demi’s pussy. She shrieks and spreads her legs wider. You’re both naked on the bed in your wing of the Red House. She’s on her back and you are face-deep in her.

“Mm,” you lap hungrily as you stroke her thighs and she gasps. You’re so into it that you’re wiggling your ass as you move your head.

“Fuck! Baby!” She grips her breasts and growls through her teeth.

There’s a slight sound from the other side of the room. You look up irritably, face dripping.

“I see you there,” you snap.

Tari lets go of her invisibility magic. She’s in a chair nearby, watching and soaking up your aura. She looks unimpressed.

“You concentrate on my daughter,” she says.

“Baby,” Demi pleads, oblivious to Tari’s presence. You absently stroke Demi’s pussy and glare at Tari.

“You concentrate on being a… less weird mother-in-law,” you say, struggling to think of a decent quip.

Tari matter-of-factly goes back to rubbing her clit and sucking on her own nipple as she kneads her breast.

“Do your job,” she says, the words coming out muffled as she sucks . She stares hard at your twitching cock.

Demi rolls pitifully onto her side. “Riley. Fuck me.”

You lift her leg onto your shoulder and push into her sopping pussy.

“Yes! Yes!” She claws at the sheets as you gently give it to her.

“You can do better than that,” Tari heckles.

“You can shut up,” you retort, kissing Demi’s calf and thrusting deeper into her pussy.

“Oh, yeah. Baby. You’re the best,” she whimpers.

“You’re not the best,” Tari mutters.

“I will call security,” you snarl at her.

The doors bang open and a sweaty, messy-looking Morrigan storms in. “What the fuck?” she demands.

You pause what you’re doing and look over your shoulder, but Demi’s not interested. Her pussy clutches at your cock.

“Baby,” she pants.

“Riley! I’m trying to defuse an interdimensional crisis in the situation room! Can you fucking give the aura a rest?”

“What?” you ask breathlessly, very confused. This keeps happening. This is the problem with living and working in the same place as the president. You thought that she liked your aura.

“Hurry up!”

“Ow!” you cry out as she smacks your ass, hard. “Hey!”

She slaps it again, leaving a stinging handprint.

“Hey, unfair!” you cry out, head spinning as you move your hips, and Demi’s pussy massages your shaft.

“Riley. Baby. Riley. Fuck me,” Demi is saying.

“Fuck her!” Morrigan snaps, planting her hand on your ass and pushing you. Demi chokes and shudders and you gasp. Morrigan guides you with her hand, giving the occasional slap. “Come on!” she growls in your ear, digging her fingernails into your buttock.

“Harder,” Tari orders from her chair.

“Harder,” Morrigan repeats in your ear, pushing your hips.

Demi climaxes with a hoarse cry, and her pussy locking down on you is more than enough. Morrigan squeezes and massages your ass as you grit your teeth and pump jet after jet of cum into your wife.

Finally, you sit back on your heels, ass burning and cock aching. Your load spills out of Demi’s spasming pussy, soaking the sheets. You let yourself fall on your side, then roll over onto your back.

“OK. OK,” you say. “Stop yelling at me.”

Morrigan stands over you, looking down at your sticky cock.

She licks her lips.

“Me next,” she says, crawling onto the bed.

You frown and peer up at her as she brushes her hair behind her ear and leans down toward your penis. “I thought you had a crisis,” you say.

“It can wait!”

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