Ophelia gets what she wants.

This time, it was Ophelia’s turn to push Isaac onto the bed. She fumbled with his belt, growling low. “Fucking… hands are too big…”

“Ophelia, I got it.” Isaac unbuckled his belt and unfastened his jeans, about to push them down, but Ophelia got there first, pulling his pants down quickly.

The demoness knelt before him, eyes locked on his hardening cock. “I’ve wanted to taste you,” she murmured, putting her hands on Isaac’s thighs and squeezing gently. “Ever since I met you.”

Isaac put his hands on her face, brushing her hair out of her face. “Are you sure you want to do this? You drank a lot.”

“I’m tipsy, but well in my right mind.” She kissed him deeply. Her lips tasted like beer and smoke. “And I want to suck your cock.”

“I won’t say no, then,” Isaac said against her lips. He brushed her hair behind her ears, laying a hand on her cheek. She leaned into his touch, a low growl starting in her chest.

“Let’s get this shirt off, I want to see all of you,” she murmured, tucking her hands under his t-shirt and lifting it over his head. She was quick to follow by stripping off her pants as well, tossing them aside.

“I guess it’s only fair,” Isaac replied, drinking in her naked form. The energy in the room was thick with energy, almost literally humming as Ophelia’s eyes began to glow. “You’re really sexy when you’re horny.”

“It’s the eyes, isn’t it?”

“Yep.”

Something flickered across her face, but it was chased away by a grin as she looked down at Isaac’s cock, now hard and twitching. “Somebody’s happy.”

Isaac kissed her again, losing himself in her warmth. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pushing deeper into the contact. She moaned gently into the kiss, sending another pulse of heat to Isaac’s cock. One of his hands drifted to her tits and he pinched her nipple, eliciting a sharp yelp from her that faded into pleased giggles as he massaged her breast.

She replied by laying one hand on the back of his head and taking control of the kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth while her other hand wandered to his member, gently stroking his length.

The kiss could have lasted seconds or hours, but she eventually pulled away, leaving them both panting.

“Fuck,” was all Isaac had to say, reeling from the lingering sensation of her hot lips on his.

“I’m good, huh?” Ophelia replied, sticking out her tongue. She lowered herself, sitting on the floor and locking her eyes on Isaac’s dick. “Ready, love?”

He nodded.

She slowly licked up his length, pulling a sharp gasp and a shiver from Isaac. After a few long, slow licks, she took him into her mouth. She swallowed his length easily, her mouth a furnace around his cock. She bobbed her head, drawing out moans and gasps from Isaac, before she paused at the tip.

Ophelia tapped one of her horns, looking up at him with meaning in her glowing gaze.

Isaac took a moment to gather himself, then raised a brow. “Huh?” He managed, trying to focus even as she sucked on his tip.

“Grab my horns,” Ophelia mumbled.

“Why?”

She grumbled wordlessly, the vibrations further stimulating Isaac, and she grabbed both of his hands, putting them on her horns. They were glassy and smooth, like cut obsidian. “Fuck my face, love.”

Isaac choked out a surprised laugh. “Don’t have to ask me twice.”

Now with a firm grip on her, Isaac guided her head and bucked his hips into her mouth. She moaned, her hand finding its way to her crotch. Quickly, wet sounds filled the room, both from Ophelia’s sucking and her fingers rapidly plunging into her pussy.

Isaac shifted his position and held her horns tight, pulling her against his crotch again and again. She gagged on the first rough yank, but recovered quickly, humming around his cock. She moaned and shuddered, the glow from her eyes brightening further. She started cumming, her fingers moving faster in her dripping hole.

Isaac groaned and pulled Ophelia forward, pushing his cock in her throat and cumming hard. He throbbed in her throat, climaxing with a shuddering moan. Ophelia moaned and gagged around his member, pulling away and earning a few stripes of pearly cum across her face for it.

Ophelia licked her lips and grinned. “Thank you.”

“I should be thanking you,” Isaac said, breathless.

Ophelia sat back and looked down. Isaac followed her gaze to a puddle on the wooden floor beneath her. “Might need to do some cleaning up. Sorry, love.”

“I’m glad you got off, too.” Isaac smiled at her. “Love you.”

“And I love you, my dear. I’d kiss you, but you coated me in cum.” Ophelia laughed. “I’m going to hop in the shower and clean up here. Want to join me?” She stood on shaky legs, wiping at the spend on her face.

Isaac followed on similarly shaky legs. “Gladly.”