Quit Foreplaying Around

For a moment Satoru fumbled under the weight of his nervous panic only to be relieved by that same powerful feeling of smooth confidence, even stronger than before.

“As enjoyable as that sounds,” Momonga growled huskily into her ear, firmly embracing the woman now trembling in delight at his mere touch, “we have an important meeting with the other Guardians soon and I would rather not waste valuable time on trivial things like dressing. Besides…” Momonga smirked as he easily spun the demoness around so she straddled his lap face to face. “I think I’d prefer you to wear it during our first time. It makes you look the part of my beautiful blushing bride on our wedding night.”

“Lord Momonga’s b-bride!?!” {LOVE, DEVOTION, BLISS, AROUSAL, JOY, FULFILLMENT, HAPPINESS, ACCEPTANCE, HOPE, DISBELIEF, WONDER, LUST, EXCITEMENT, EAGERN-}

‘Eager indeed.’ Momonga thought wryly as his “bride’s” lips descended upon his own in a passionate yet otherwise submissively chaste kiss. ‘Let’s see about that.’ he thought, reciprocating and sliding his tongue into her mouth.

‘Mmh. Cream and honey. I can taste things now as well.’ Some detached and analytical portion of his consciousness noted absently, even as he fully enjoyed the way his mate’s tongue was energetically dancing with his own. Lewdly wriggling and exploring her mouth and body as she did his, there was a marvelous pliability to her movements that had submitted fully to him.

His magic fingers danced lines of electrified flesh up and down her supple thighs and wide womanly hips. Albedo’s pristine gown had been pulled up around her waist, exposing long smooth legs straddling his lap.

With one final caress, he pulled his hand away. From his limber digits a drenched, lacy piece of white fabric hung like it was part of a perverted magic show, then vanished into the depths of the Incubus’ inventory.

Albedo was far too aroused to notice or care, lost in the rapture of her Lord’s lips, they could remain like this till the end of time and she would not grow weary.

But the gnawing hunger of a such a powerful Incubus could not be satisfied by foreplay alone!

Willing his robes to dequip from his person, the savage wet heat of Albedo’s frothing slit felt immeasurably more enjoyable with nothing shielding it from his long, thick {womb splitter} cock beyond a steady trickle of feminine arousal {and the oily cocktail of pheromones and aphrodisiacs that naturally coats an incubus’ dick}.

The contrast must have been even more intense from the other perspective given how Albedo shuddered and moaned {from a small orgasm}.

Withdrawing his tongue from her lips, Albedo reluctantly pulled herself away, flushed and panting with desire.

Looking into her eyes, LOVE had retained its perch at the top of Albedo’s emotional totem pole, but now LUST and DEVOTION were frantically fighting for second place with EXCITEMENT, JOY and a number of other positive emotions not far behind. By now Albedo had been so riled up, it was unclear if she even could stop were she ordered to. {Not happening.}

“Albedo, the both of us have waited far too long for this moment. Now it is time! Become mine in body, mind and soul!”

“Yes!” was her reply, though if it was in agreement or exaltation to his request was impossible to decide. It didn’t matter either way.

For this Momonga forcefully held himself back, stroking her body with soft feathery touches that offered no direction so Albedo could take the initiative herself. He wanted her to give him her first time, almost as badly as she did.

Understanding her Lord’s wishes, Albedo rose shakily on the throne’s seat, giddy with pleasure and anticipation. Standing on her knees proved insufficient for her needs so she grasped him by his broad shoulders to lift herself up even further, sliding their slippery sexes against one another all the way to the peak.

It wasn’t until she was practically looming over him did she finally reach that most holy of summits. Awe, determination and mild nervousness joined the other emotions as Albedo marveled at how grand a feat she was about to undertake.

*written by Lawless