Going for a drive

Sara, come to your mistress. We're going out. You heard her eager repose immediately over the telepathic link, pleased for an opportunity to serve.

Shortly after the devoted succubus came into view from around a bookshelf, her skin shifting to a more natural hue as she walked with a sexy, swinging gait and any trace of her demonic nature were absorbed into herself. There was a dissonance in the modesty of her librarian's clothes she conjured with a snap of her long nailed fingers and how they seemed almost painted on, conforming to every inviting curve and crest of her voluptuous body.

You directed her to follow, asking for her car keys as you went down the steps to the nearby garage. How you yearned to use your wings to fly and shed these mortal restrictions, but Lilith had already drawn attention to herself and you were happy to allow her lesser servants to chaotically flail and distract the forces of Heaven and religion descending on your city to hunt.

Be careful. Let the library corrupt the humans. Each book they borrow and read will prepare them for the changes. Not all are ready to be pushed over the edge, like you were. There was no answer from your fellow futanari, only images flashing of Colleen chained to the ceiling of the play room, balancing on her toes as she squirmed from the aftershocks of pleasure. Her chest heaved from exhausting her lungs. Scarlet marks contrasting with her alabaster skin. Rivulets of obsidian cum leaked down her thighs. Yes, they need a steady hand to guide them.

With a beep the door opened and you lowered yourself into the driver's seat, turning the unfamiliar steering wheel and gear leaver as the engine hummed to life.

"Mistress. Can I?" You nodded and could feel her freeing your cock from its velvety prison. Sara wrapped her slender fingers around its thickness, expertly stroking it to full-mast before leaning down for the main course. Her other hand massaging your ballsack, causing you to groan as you felt it churn and fill.

"By Lilith, is my cock all you can think of?" Despite your words, approving of her willingness to embrace her succubi nature.

Black pre-cum dripping from your cock's slit mixed with saliva as she ran her sinful tongue across full length. Alternating with swirling motions around the engorged head as she tasted and swallowed the excess effluence. Then pushing her lips past the bulge, struggling to take your impressive shaft inside her mouth.

She nosily sucked, filling the car with her whorish muffled moaning while you concentrated on driving. Sloppily kissing the base as she bobbed up and down, the lubricated shaft enveloped by her fleshy tongue sliding deeper and into her throat with each thrust of your hips. All that time wasted spent avoiding each other when you could've been doing this instead.

None of those you passed on the road seemed aware of what Sara was doing even with a final thrust of your hips as you unloaded. Keeping her head pushed against your crotch while she swallowed and savored each cell of tainted sperm, filling her up to the point of bursting. The car swerved dangerously on the road before you took back control of the steering wheel.

Where are we going mistress? Your cumbucket asked, her mouth too full of your cock to speak.