“Oh yes,” she sighed. Though he occasionally indulged in a firm grope, he understood that a light touch was key. His touch reduced her to whimpers, then beyond that, until she sank into the needful, rapid panting of orgasm.
No sight in his life was ever as beautiful as one of his lovers reaching climax through his affection. He watched her ride it out, knowing how it would drive him to undeniable needs of his own, and drank in the full experience until Lorelei leaned into him more for support than for indulgence.
She knew when she opened her eyes that she would be taken. The excitement drew her out of the afterglow of her climax. Lorelei whispered once again, “I am yours, master,” and she looked on as Alex slid her dress down the rest of her body.
Her scent encouraged him to linger. Lorelei knew he would not reciprocate for her earlier oral attentions yet, not when she’d deliberately lured him to such a state of arousal. Still, she was unsurprised when he remained bent at the knees to softly kiss the lips between her thighs. The taste of her sex enthralled many before him, and indeed Alex took great joy in pleasing her thusly. She suspected there would likely be a good deal more of this later.
Alex stayed on this longer than she expected, stoking her desires even further. He didn’t have to do this for her. He did it for himself, enjoying her taste and her scent and the feel of her sex against his lips and his tongue.
She grew wetter and weaker with every stroke of his tongue. Lorelei stayed still, sounding out her gratitude. Alex rose before she came to orgasm, leaving her in a state of ever-greater arousal and need, but she loved him for it. The succubus trembled as he guided her to the bed. Up until that minute, she didn’t know if she would be on her knees or if he would simply recline and instruct her to pleasure him by his whims. She didn’t know which appealed to her more. Yet when he put her on her back, with her legs hanging over the edge of the bed where he stood, she found it just as thrilling as any other alternatives.
Alex couldn’t get enough of the way she looked at him. Lorelei and Rachel-and all the other partners he’d had since he met his two lovers-had awakened his confidence, but tonight brought things to a new level. He knew he could seduce the woman laying before him, and had done so many times before, but he’d never seen this degree of wanton submission from her. Alex knew all along that their bonds placed him in control; their relationship as master and servant was literal, though he preferred to ignore that. Tonight, however, she got him to embrace it.
His hands slid up her legs. He looked on her pleading expression, her quivering lip and her sinfully beautiful body and spread her at the knees, stepping in to brush his erection against one inner thigh. He teased her a bit longer, still touching her mostly with his hands while her spread legs now offered the rest of his naked body more contact.
The head of his cock finally slipped across the wet lips at her center, reducing her to helpless anticipation. Alex saw no reason to delay. He held Lorelei’s left leg against his hip and probed her gently. Lorelei reached down to his cock, begging with silent eyes to be allowed to guide him. Alex didn’t nod or give permission; he knew she could read his intentions just fine. Lorelei put the slightest downward pressure on his cock, keeping it at just the right angle as he first penetrated her. Then her hand fell away as she gave herself over to him completely.
“Ooohh,” she moaned, eyes fluttering shut and her head tilting back as Alex invaded her. “My love.” Alex pulled on her thigh as he thrust into her again, enjoying every willing inch of her. Ordinarily, such pleasure lured him into shutting his eyes. Tonight he could not stand to look away. The visual pleased him almost as much as the sensation.
“Say it,” Lorelei whispered. “Tell me.”
He fucked her slowly and possessively. “You’re mine,” he said.
The demon gasped. “Again!”
“You’re mine, Lorelei,” Alex hissed. “All mine.”
The fullness of him within her testified to the truth of his claim. Lorelei felt her meltdown begin, set off as much by his words as by his relentless thrusts. She threw her head back again, letting out loud, uncontrolled moans as she came for her lover as if for the first time.
Alex drank it all in. This would go on for a long while, he knew. Neither his virility nor stamina were entirely natural, but he never felt the least bit guilty for that. He wasn’t the only one to benefit.
* * *
“That robe looks good on you.”
“I feel weird wearing her clothes.”
“It’s just a bathrobe. Just for tonight.”
“Yeah, but…” Amber frowned, looking at herself in the mirror. Nothing about the robe was out of the ordinary; it was black, terrycloth, comfortable and clean. It covered her up just fine from neck to ankle. It didn’t magically push her breasts up and together or draw the eyes directly to her ass. “I just figured she wouldn’t own anything that wasn’t all about showing off.”
As she spoke, she noticed Jason’s reflection in the mirror. He sat on the bed, looking at her… or, more specifically, her backside. Amber’s eyes rolled as she turned to face him. To his credit, his gaze turned up toward her face. “It’s nice to see I’m not chopped liver by comparison as far as some people are concerned, though.”
“Oh, you lying two-faced bitch.”
“Excuse me?”
Rachel turned to face Theresa with a sour expression. Her outfit was still in tatters, with ugly scars running across her skin at her arms, her shoulders and even her neck. “You heard me. That bitch is just playing him.”
“You know that’s not true,” Theresa said, adding with a mutter, “at least not entirely.”
Rachel sat on the dresser right beside the mirror, still haggard and torn up from the fight. To one side of the bed stood Theresa; on the other, near Jason, was Daniel.
“Still. Like I said,” Amber grumbled, “just feels weird wearing someone else’s clothes, y’know?”
“Loaded statement for the fail,” quipped Rachel.
“Right?” agreed Daniel.
Theresa shot him a look. “You’re not helping.”
“Yeah, well, this isn’t the first time I’ve had to wear Alex’s gym clothes,” Jason replied, and then blinked. “Wow, that came out wrong.”
“Locker partners?”
“Something like that, yeah,” he shrugged.
“Gotcha. Nobody ever wanted to partner up with me,” Amber said as she came to sit down on the bed with him.
“Can’t imagine why,” frowned Rachel.
“That is unfair!” snapped Theresa. “Amber has always been a wonderful young woman. Her peers never gave her a fair chance.”
Rachel glared at Theresa. “Well, fuck. I wouldn’t have a clue what that kinda bullshit is like!”
Theresa opened her mouth to retort, and then promptly closed it again.
“So listen,” Amber told him. “About tonight.”
“Still really sorry,” he nodded.
“No, I don’t mean earlier. I mean now. The rest of the night.”
“On the bright side, she totally wants to fuck him,” noted Rachel.
Theresa shook her head. “It won’t happen.”
“Why not? He’s a cute guy. Might be more than she deserves.”
“Agreed,” sighed Daniel.
“Don’t you start again,” Theresa told him.
“I could go sleep out on a couch,” offered Jason.
“What?” Rachel blinked. “No, Jason, don’t do it!”
“No, you don’t have to do that,” Amber demurred. “I’d rather not be alone here. I’ll feel better if you’re with me.”
“Tap that ass, Jason!” cried Rachel. “Jump on it and ride it like a horse that’s never been ridden!”
“I can appreciate that. Honestly, I’d rather not be alone tonight, either.”
“That’s the spirit! Strip ‘er and split ‘er in half, buddy!”
“Rachel!” gasped Daniel.
“Oh, suck it.”
“I’m just saying,” Amber continued, “I can trust you, right?”