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>> LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)18:39 No.2287602
"Relax, love," the voice runs up her spine like a shiver. She can feel the succubus' lips pressing soft kisses over the swell of ass, and making her way upwards, unbearably hot against her sun-browned skin, liquid fire left in their wake. The weight of her redeemed lover's thighs against her own, the brush of her scarlet hair against her left side, and oh, those kisses that have worked their way up to her shoulderblades with a frustrating slowness that only makes her need them more... all of this makes her squirm, despite all her discipline; she tries, reflexively, to turn over, but between the bindings connecting her wrists to the headboard and the weight of the succubus on her, it's more than she can manage.
Dara, paladin of Sune, high-ranking member of the Order of the Ruby Rose, lets out the kind of low moan of uncontrolled--uncontrollable--need that she's used to eliciting from those she lies with. The reversal doesn't strike her as particularly funny, at the moment--not with her white-knuckled hands clutching the headboard, the black ringlets of her hair mercifully spilling down to hide her eyes, and her back arching involuntarily into the succubus. Round breasts press against her back as the lips touch the back of her neck, even more lightly, and she shudders, giving up control.
"Nnh. Shalla, p-please," she whimpers with an exhalation that doesn't hide the words.
"Relax," the succubus orders again, and then her weight shifts, and Dara can feel something altogether different pressing against her.
Succubi, she remembers through a red haze of need, are shapeshifters. Oh. Oh, Sune.
The head of the demon's newly-formed cock presses against her ass, pale against the dark skin in a contrast the succubus takes a moment to enjoy. When Dara's hips twitch in response, she knows it's time to stop teasing.
>> LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)18:39 No.2287604
Bending her neck down to press another fiery kiss, this one to the side of her lover's neck, she presses the glistening head to the paladin's rear entrance and slowly but surely lets her weight sink it in.
Shapeshifters. Oh, *Sune*. Dara's whole body shudders, her wrists tugging at the bonds holding them in place; they don't give. Somehow, she manages to take it, her eyes watering, her pussy even wetter, as the succubus sinks inch after inch into her ass, slowly but with a steady, insistent pressure, filling her up more than she would have imagined possible.
She's barely aware of the fact that her body whimpers in protest as the succubus pulls out.
"Don't wory, love; we've got all night. You're not going *anywhere*," her lover purrs, and the words are like a brush against her clit, which, she realizes, she's trying to grind against the pillow beneath her hips.
Shalla's cock sinks in again; out, in, picking up speed and strength. Sweat runs down Dara's forehead, mingling with the tears on her cheeks. It feels like hours.
"Oh, gods, please--enough, just... just let me," she groans, barely coherent.
"Mmmm, already? It's been fifteen minutes," the succubus purrs. "You won't come for hours, much as you may think you *need* to. Like I said, love..." blunt teeth pressing against her earlobe for a moment.
"All night."
The words alone are almost enough to send Dara over the edge.
But not quite.
Never quite.
>> LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)19:13 No.2287752
"Please, Shalla, *please*," the paladin gets out between gasps, the curve of her ass wiggling against her lover's hips. She's taking the succubus's shapeshifted cock all the way, now, and loving every thrust; her hips roll as she keeps on trying to get that extra bit of stimulation, to send herself over the edge, but her partner knows her body too well.
"P-please let me come," she whimpers, having given up all thoughts of not saying it about half an hour ago. Her need is overwhelming her, making her feel even more helpless than she is with the succubus pinning her and her wrists tied to the bed, and to her surprise that only makes her need it more.
"Not a chance, love. But still, perhaps..." and then the succubus' tail reaches down, presses against the pillow to shift it forward--Dara whimpers in need and disappointment as it's pushed too far for her clit to press against it--and then the tail swipes over her wetness... and sinks in. Easily. Despite the thick cock which doesn't even slow its thrusts into her ass, the succubus' tail enters her without the slightest difficulty, and--expands. Truly filled up, the tail developing into a cock nearly as large as the one thrusting into her ass, Dara's begging dissolves into incoherent noises. The succubus lets out a satisifed purr, and thrusts into her with both members, maintaining a steady rhythm that Dara's come to realize will *never* drive her over the edge, not without anything on her clit.
>> LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)19:14 No.2287755
It feels so good she never wants it to end, but she's never needed to come more. "Plee-eee-eeease," she manages, gasping with every thrust; crying with need. Her lover only chuckles. "You love this, I can tell," that silken voice whispers into her ear. "And being controlled only makes it better for you.
Dara shuts up. It's true; gods help her, it's true, and she wants the succubus to continue to deny her almost as much as she wants to finally get off. She goes back to making the little needy whimpers her lover seems to enjoy so much as the succubus' cock and the one on her tail thrust into her together over and over and over. She feels stretched, filled, *completed*. Still an hour to go...
>> LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)20:31 No.2288184
Dara writhes, her eyes rolling back, her wrists raw from their bindings, her body slick with sweat. The succubus is still pounding both cocks into her with perfect rhythm, and taking them hasn't gotten any easier.
Shapeshifters. Oh, Sune, she's been making them *bigger*, Dara realizes--that's how, an hour after the tail-cock entered her soaked pussy, she still feels like every thrust is just barely on the edge of what she can take; why she feels stuffed so impossibly full. The succubus' hands smack against her ass, making her yelp, as they've been doing for the last twenty minutes--her dusky-skinned ass has taken on a faint red glow, and stings awfully with each smack. Somehow, it only contributes to her need. She's never wanted anything, *needed* anything, the way she needs to topple off the brink of the cliff of pleasure her lover has built up. Another smack, and another; she squirms, catching sight of the pale light of dawn in the window--
>> LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)20:31 No.2288188
--and then the cock in her ass starts to *pulse* somehow, and the one in her pussy rubs over and over against some impossibly sensitive spot; "Oh gods, please, I can't *take* it," she tries to say, but it comes out as a garbled moan of frustrated pleasure.
Her lover understands. The dawn is over. The succubus' tail folds, slithering rapidly back and forth over her clit, and both thrusting cocks pick up the pace.
Dara's eyes roll back and her vision goes dim; her body shakes, hips pumping as hard as she can, and her pleasure seems to burn her to ashes, consuming her mind and her body.
It seems an eternity later that she realizes she's perfectly whole, lying on the bed, wrists still bound, body limp, and Shallashandra is no longer on top of her but kneeling by the side of the bed to look into her eyes, hands in her hair.
"When we're alone, love... when we're in bed...I own you. You'll obey me. You'll pleasure me. You'll beg for even the chance of another like that... won't you?"
Dara can only nod, her mouth dry, her eyes closing.
"Good. Now sleep."
Dara lets go of consciousness, thoroughly exhausted.
>> LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)20:32 No.2288191
THE END. For now, at least.

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>>	 LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)18:39 No.2287602

    "Relax, love," the voice runs up her spine like a shiver. She can feel the succubus' lips pressing soft kisses over the swell of ass, and making her way upwards, unbearably hot against her sun-browned skin, liquid fire left in their wake. The weight of her redeemed lover's thighs against her own, the brush of her scarlet hair against her left side, and oh, those kisses that have worked their way up to her shoulderblades with a frustrating slowness that only makes her need them more... all of this makes her squirm, despite all her discipline; she tries, reflexively, to turn over, but between the bindings connecting her wrists to the headboard and the weight of the succubus on her, it's more than she can manage.
    Dara, paladin of Sune, high-ranking member of the Order of the Ruby Rose, lets out the kind of low moan of uncontrolled--uncontrollable--need that she's used to eliciting from those she lies with. The reversal doesn't strike her as particularly funny, at the moment--not with her white-knuckled hands clutching the headboard, the black ringlets of her hair mercifully spilling down to hide her eyes, and her back arching involuntarily into the succubus. Round breasts press against her back as the lips touch the back of her neck, even more lightly, and she shudders, giving up control.
    "Nnh. Shalla, p-please," she whimpers with an exhalation that doesn't hide the words.
    "Relax," the succubus orders again, and then her weight shifts, and Dara can feel something altogether different pressing against her.
    Succubi, she remembers through a red haze of need, are shapeshifters. Oh. Oh, Sune.

    The head of the demon's newly-formed cock presses against her ass, pale against the dark skin in a contrast the succubus takes a moment to enjoy. When Dara's hips twitch in response, she knows it's time to stop teasing.

>>	LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)18:39 No.2287604

    Bending her neck down to press another fiery kiss, this one to the side of her lover's neck, she presses the glistening head to the paladin's rear entrance and slowly but surely lets her weight sink it in.
    Shapeshifters. Oh, *Sune*. Dara's whole body shudders, her wrists tugging at the bonds holding them in place; they don't give. Somehow, she manages to take it, her eyes watering, her pussy even wetter, as the succubus sinks inch after inch into her ass, slowly but with a steady, insistent pressure, filling her up more than she would have imagined possible.
    She's barely aware of the fact that her body whimpers in protest as the succubus pulls out.
    "Don't wory, love; we've got all night. You're not going *anywhere*," her lover purrs, and the words are like a brush against her clit, which, she realizes, she's trying to grind against the pillow beneath her hips.
    Shalla's cock sinks in again; out, in, picking up speed and strength. Sweat runs down Dara's forehead, mingling with the tears on her cheeks. It feels like hours.
    "Oh, gods, please--enough, just... just let me," she groans, barely coherent.
    "Mmmm, already? It's been fifteen minutes," the succubus purrs. "You won't come for hours, much as you may think you *need* to. Like I said, love..." blunt teeth pressing against her earlobe for a moment.
    "All night."
    The words alone are almost enough to send Dara over the edge.
    But not quite.
    Never quite.

>>	 LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)19:13 No.2287752

    "Please, Shalla, *please*," the paladin gets out between gasps, the curve of her ass wiggling against her lover's hips. She's taking the succubus's shapeshifted cock all the way, now, and loving every thrust; her hips roll as she keeps on trying to get that extra bit of stimulation, to send herself over the edge, but her partner knows her body too well.
    "P-please let me come," she whimpers, having given up all thoughts of not saying it about half an hour ago. Her need is overwhelming her, making her feel even more helpless than she is with the succubus pinning her and her wrists tied to the bed, and to her surprise that only makes her need it more.
    "Not a chance, love. But still, perhaps..." and then the succubus' tail reaches down, presses against the pillow to shift it forward--Dara whimpers in need and disappointment as it's pushed too far for her clit to press against it--and then the tail swipes over her wetness... and sinks in. Easily. Despite the thick cock which doesn't even slow its thrusts into her ass, the succubus' tail enters her without the slightest difficulty, and--expands. Truly filled up, the tail developing into a cock nearly as large as the one thrusting into her ass, Dara's begging dissolves into incoherent noises. The succubus lets out a satisifed purr, and thrusts into her with both members, maintaining a steady rhythm that Dara's come to realize will *never* drive her over the edge, not without anything on her clit.

>>	LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)19:14 No.2287755

    It feels so good she never wants it to end, but she's never needed to come more. "Plee-eee-eeease," she manages, gasping with every thrust; crying with need. Her lover only chuckles. "You love this, I can tell," that silken voice whispers into her ear. "And being controlled only makes it better for you.
    Dara shuts up. It's true; gods help her, it's true, and she wants the succubus to continue to deny her almost as much as she wants to finally get off. She goes back to making the little needy whimpers her lover seems to enjoy so much as the succubus' cock and the one on her tail thrust into her together over and over and over. She feels stretched, filled, *completed*. Still an hour to go...

>>	 LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)20:31 No.2288184

    Dara writhes, her eyes rolling back, her wrists raw from their bindings, her body slick with sweat. The succubus is still pounding both cocks into her with perfect rhythm, and taking them hasn't gotten any easier.
    Shapeshifters. Oh, Sune, she's been making them *bigger*, Dara realizes--that's how, an hour after the tail-cock entered her soaked pussy, she still feels like every thrust is just barely on the edge of what she can take; why she feels stuffed so impossibly full. The succubus' hands smack against her ass, making her yelp, as they've been doing for the last twenty minutes--her dusky-skinned ass has taken on a faint red glow, and stings awfully with each smack. Somehow, it only contributes to her need. She's never wanted anything, *needed* anything, the way she needs to topple off the brink of the cliff of pleasure her lover has built up. Another smack, and another; she squirms, catching sight of the pale light of dawn in the window--

>>	LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)20:31 No.2288188

    --and then the cock in her ass starts to *pulse* somehow, and the one in her pussy rubs over and over against some impossibly sensitive spot; "Oh gods, please, I can't *take* it," she tries to say, but it comes out as a garbled moan of frustrated pleasure.
    Her lover understands. The dawn is over. The succubus' tail folds, slithering rapidly back and forth over her clit, and both thrusting cocks pick up the pace.
    Dara's eyes roll back and her vision goes dim; her body shakes, hips pumping as hard as she can, and her pleasure seems to burn her to ashes, consuming her mind and her body.
    It seems an eternity later that she realizes she's perfectly whole, lying on the bed, wrists still bound, body limp, and Shallashandra is no longer on top of her but kneeling by the side of the bed to look into her eyes, hands in her hair.
    "When we're alone, love... when we're in bed...I own you. You'll obey me. You'll pleasure me. You'll beg for even the chance of another like that... won't you?"
    Dara can only nod, her mouth dry, her eyes closing.
    "Good. Now sleep."
    Dara lets go of consciousness, thoroughly exhausted.

>>	LogicNinja 08/02/08(Sat)20:32 No.2288191

    THE END. For now, at least.

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