VD - Stay home

“So,” Demi says as you finish dinner that night, after she’s come home from work. “What about that invitation you got today? What are you going to do?”

“Well,” you say, handing your dishes to Cas, who whisks them away to the kitchen. “The party’s at night. And night’s the only time you’re home.”

“So?”

“I’m not leaving my beautiful wife alone at home,” you say, tossing the invitation aside. “You must be joking.”

“Oh,” Demi says, looking very moved. She puts her hand on her chest and hesitates, as though fighting back tears. “Baby,” she says. “You’re so sweet.”

…

“Oof!” you shout, learning just how sweet she thinks you are as she rides you in bed. With her big, pregnant belly she’s pretty heavy, but she’s still quite aggressive as she rocks her hips and fucks you.

“Ah!” you have to cry out because she’s coming down so hard. You’re both naked in the twisted sheets of your bed, and you can see every inch of her fire engine red body with its full belly. She moans in pleasure, and her walls grip you harder than any human’s could… but she’s also perfectly slick and easy to…

“Ah!” you shriek as her pussy seems to almost milk your cock.

“Oh!” she’s crying out at the same time, squeezing her breasts with both hands. Her pussy clamps down. A demon’s orgasm is… intense. You **** and grunt, shaking on the bed.

“Oh,” she gasps, leaning forward and facing you. Her sweat drips on your face. She smiles, glowing. “Thanks, baby.”

Dazed and bruised, you smile back at her. She climbs off and somewhat awkwardly rolls onto her back. She still isn’t, uh, full preggo—but her belly is getting big enough that she has to be careful about everything that she does. She lets out a big, satisfied sigh.

A bit winded from having all that pounding down on you, you look over at her. You love the smile that’s on her face. She came big time.

“Did you…?” she says, frowning. You watch her reach past her belly and between her legs, touching her pussy. She examines her fingers, which drip with her juices, not semen. “You didn’t. Sorry, my darling.”

You laugh breathlessly, your erection bobbing around, shining with her juices. “It’s OK,” you say. It doesn’t matter. She’s pregnant. It’s not her job to make you cum.

“Oh, yeah?” she says. “You forget, human. I’m a succubus.”

“I don’t forget that,” you reply, still laughing. “You’re red all over.”

“Yup. And I know magic.” She takes a breath, then pushes her hands into the air and moves her fingers. Magical lights and lines appear above the bed. Your eyes widen.

“Oh god,” you say.