them, as you are bound to do!

I have to say, sexual fluids are probably the best thing I’ve eaten in my life. Ten out of ten mouthfeel, no joke. Considering the consistency of my diet, it’s no surprise I think the taste is heavenly. However, I get an undeniable satisfaction from drinking in this recently moistened womanhood. It reminds me of rehydration. Maybe I should drink more water.

I’ve already wrapped myself around her hips and limbs, and now that I’ve wriggled my way between her legs I see no reason not to make holding her down easier by wrapping up her arms and legs. Coiling around her like a serpent, I hold her ass-up on top of the desk as I plunge her vaginal cavity. I treat my invading pseudopod like a tongue and lap up any liquid I encounter. Carefully and thoroughly, I search every fold, nook and cranny for any trace of sticky sweetness. It’s a fruitful search, all things considered, as this elf moistens up while I rummage around.

I’ll be careful not to assume the wetness is equivalent to enjoyment. While I would describe her current state as “calmed down” she’s now trying to bite me and writhe free rather than ineffectively rip me to pieces. I find her resistance to be a secondary concern, though the flexing of her buttocks feels surprisingly enjoyable as she kicks both of her legs. I stop probing her cavity to give her ass a squeeze. She grunts in annoyance. I retort by giving her a pinch, then making a little sac so I can suck her cheeks. She needs to realize I’m not stopping any time soon.

As recalcitrant as she is, she’s only getting so wet. I change my tactics, leaving my penetrating limb to loll about languidly while I get to some more fun pinching and groping. My little plaything has some nice hefty curves, and even some fun doughy fat around the gut. Making as many gentle pincers as I can I just start pulling and yanking anything I can get a hold of. It’s super fun, like chewing gum! There’s skin to pull and rub on her thighs, her biceps, and I make a special effort to coil a long tendril around each of her breasts to pull and squeeze each whole mound. It’s so therapeutic and relaxing, just playing around like this. I lose track of time. I probably haven’t taken an hour, but I do thoroughly wring out this blonde elf babe. If I let her go, it’s going to be after I have all the juice I want from her.

Now, something does give me pause in my quest to absolutely ravage this woman. About the third time I use her asscheeks as a stress ball I taste something unexpected. Up near her face, where I’ve gagged her mouth shut so her moans only stimulate my invasive massage, I taste something salty. She’s crying. I stop for a moment, partly because her tears make me consider the morality of my actions. The majority of my hesitance, however, comes from my surprise at how tasty I find her tears. Like, I find my fascination with her cum a natural result of me being half horny sex-demon. Her tears though? They taste like pop-rocks! This definitely feels like the twin goddesses of **** are messing with my head. Still, best not to waste tasty treats.

I spurt myself across my captive’s face. She pulls away, uncomfortable at my caressing of her eyes. At this point, she’s stopped struggling and just resigning herself to grumpily grunting whenever I squeeze her too hard. I give her neck a pensive squeeze as I quickly dry her eyes. Does literally any bodily fluid taste good to me? What does her sweat taste like? Have I gotten a good taste of her spit? Goddess, how do I get more of those tears!?

With renewed thirst, I start to fumble around with how I have her mouth gagged. I try to get a grip on her lips, but she’s wise to what I’m doing and shuts her mouth tight. Come on, I’ve already drank your cum and tears, let me at your spit! Trying an old nurse trick, I plug her nose and wait. She tries as best she can to hold her breath, but before she passes out she opens up with a gasp. With that, I plunge in to make a more effective gag.

If I have to compare, the spit is not the finest delicacy. All in all the best is still the pussy juice, with the tears being like candy. The spit is like bread, kind of a given in a meal. It’s no surprise I didn’t notice the flavor when she bit me. Still, the more I steep in it, the more I crave it. I start cleaning it out, and I start back up on her vagina with a vengeance. The two flavors complement each other quite nicely.

Eventually I dive a bit too deep into the mouth, and I’m met with a ragged gag. I shiver as I feel it shake the end of my pseudopod. I poke her throat again, and I’m met with an equally pleasing ****. At that point, she flies off the wall. She actually manages to twist an arm free and start smacking me. I quickly pin it back down. I will commend her initiative though, as I also think a shift in position is necessary.

With a few yanks and shoves I pull her off the desk and onto the floor. Perhaps my landing isn’t the softest, but at this point I’m convinced everyone in the house is out cold. Laying her on her back, I pin each of her limbs apart on the floor. Supporting myself on the ground and in her delicious holes, I lift myself up to hover over her. With this, I think I can finally get some fucking leverage, pun intended.

I can feel the elf trembling beneath me. Her heart’s beating fast, and her breathing comes heavy through the nose. Roiling around in her mouth and pussy, holding her now naked body down, I can say I’m definitely aroused. Sitting here, a beautiful canvas spreads out before me with new and exciting tastes dancing along my senses. All in all, not a bad way to lose one's demon-slime virginity.

With everything neatly laid out, I can more efficiently apply pressure where I would like. Gathering my strength, I start pooling my essence in her mouth, trying to cover everything at once. I can feel her cheeks stretch and bloat as I cover her teeth and tongue with an undulating mess of my slime. If a drop of spit just so happens to form, I want to have it locked down. Likewise, I try to form a massive member to slide into her pussy. It doesn’t go so well. If I want to stuff her up all the way I’ll need to change tactics. I lengthen out the limb I have near her hips like a thin rope to thread into her well-worn hole. With everything I have stored up, it’s easy to reach deep inside her with plenty to spare.

At this point, she’s the most docile she’s been all night. She can’t bite me while I hold her jaw open. Her limbs are stuck, she has no leverage to escape. She doesn’t even grunt or growl. She merely tries to keep her breathing steady. I can feel her bracing herself for what’s to come. I give her face a bit of a lick, disappointed to find a lack of tasty tears. Still, one might as well admire her resolve, if one can do so while trying to break someone down.

I’ve now slipped my limb up against her womb. I feel her strain and flinch as I tickle it. That’s not all I’m here to do though. I keep pushing my limb into her. With little to no room left to travel, my substitute phallus bends. As I keep applying ****, the whole length coils inside her as I try to match my stuffing of her mouth. Eventually I fill her up enough to get a comfortable pressure around everything I’ve shoved into her cunt.

While I have the time, I give her nipples a sudden pinch. She flinches and grunts, but her pussy doesn’t clamp down. I’m disappointed. That usually works, right? I try shoving her mouth stuffing down her throat, hoping to at least get some nice gags. Naturally it works, and I play around with that, enjoying the shivers it sends through my body. Every time her pharynx closes and her stomach opens I feel not only stimulated, but morbidly satisfied. After losing track of the number of times I gagged her, it occurred to me that I was being a little sadistic. I’ll worry about that later.

With how fun gagging her is, I feel myself shaking all over. If I wasn’t aroused before, I definitely am now. I push harder into her, wanting more than mere comfort in the tightness her vagina provides. She tries to get a scream going, but I quickly quiet her down by knocking on the back of her throat. After pushing and shoving, I finally feel I can ‘t fit any more of myself into her hole. Still, I rub myself all across her hips, hoping to loosen her up just enough for me to squish deeper into her warmth. I feel like I’m on top of the world! Having this elf whore at my disposal; feeding off of her spit and come however I please; knowing she couldn’t stop me if I fucked her brains out all make me feel like a king of this dark, secluded room.

With two of her holes filled as far as they go, I start to truly ravage her. Down in her pussy, no, my pussy, I start to spin my mass, trying to **** her to cum so I can taste more of her nectar. In her mouth, I reach into her throat properly, then try and gape it open by expanding the mass I’ve shoved into her tube. Soon, both she and I are a writhing mess. She jerks in panic as I squelch in glee. Amidst all this, I do feel her orgasm, just a little bit. I suppose it’s only natural, as I’m a herald of ****, that this would make her cum. I don’t know if she has time to enjoy it though. Her juice sends me into a frenzy, and I make double time on my motion. Maybe I will break this bitch, just by accident.

However, something stops me internally. After all this motion, all this excitement, I feel something leave my body. From each end in a hole, actually. As I dump a slough of goo straight down her throat, a thick pile of jelly slathers the womb I’ve been stuffing myself against. Did I just cum too? That was the least satisfying orgasm I ever had. Don’t get me wrong, it felt good, and I was thinking a little clearer now, but I’m just left wanting more.

That’s probably not the best move though. My concern for the well-being of this woman I’ve been periodically suffocating for the past few minutes encourages me to finally release her.