“God, I love watching you come,” I said, my voice a bit rough after having his cock down my throat.
As I watched, he reassembled his cracked composure and blinked down at me. “I suppose it works out well, in that case, since I seem to do quite a lot of that when you’re around.”
“Hey... I’m a succubus, baby,” I quipped, keeping things light. “What can I say? It’s in the blood.”
Because I could, I crooked my fingers again, teasing his prostate. His head tipped back against the bedpost with a light thump, and he couldn’t quite suppress the tremor in his thigh muscles.
“So, what do you think?” I asked. “Are you ready for me?”
His head rolled forward again. “As tempting as it is to keep you down there for a bit longer, I daresay I’m sufficiently warmed up for purposes of buggery. Do your worst.”
I stroked him for a few more moments anyway, letting a half-smile tug at the corner of my mouth as his dick twitched and started to rise again. “Hmm. Looks like you are warmed up, at that.”
Reluctantly, I pulled away and gave his stiffening cock a slow lick along the underside before rising to my feet. With my high heels, we were nearly eye-to-eye. I stepped into his body, only to be momentarily thwarted by the presence of the fake dick strapped between my legs. After taking a second to rearrange things, I leaned against his chest and caught his lips with mine.
He hummed appreciatively into the kiss, letting me take the lead. I only pulled back when the need for air grew too distracting, but one look at Rans’ face told me that I hadn’t yet managed to banish his circling thoughts. Which... wasn’t really a surprise. Guess that meant it was time to put my new purchase to the purpose for which it had been intended.
“Turn around, lover. Legs apart, lean over, and hold onto the footboard. Oh, and remember your promise.”
He reached forward, stealing another kiss and nipping my lower lip with teeth that were just a hair sharper than human. “I always remember my promises, love,” he said once he’d let my tender flesh slip free.
I gave him enough space to position himself and stepped up behind him, my pulse racing with a combination of nerves and excitement. A tempting expanse of toned back muscles spread out before me. I didn’t fight the urge to run a possessive hand up the length of his spine, tracing the knobs of each vertebra with a lingering touch. Rans arched into the contact, catlike, which made the view even more appealing, if such a thing was even possible.
As I’d hoped, my impractical shoes put me at the perfect height to line up the strap-on. At which point I ruined the moment by whispering, “Shit,” as something rather important occurred to me. Rans glanced over his shoulder and chuckled at me as I scrambled for the bottle of lube I’d abandoned on the floor and slicked up the dildo with a generous amount.
“Forget something?” he asked mildly. “Not to worry—the anticipation’s half the fun, or so they say.”
I got back in position and splayed one hand over his lower back, while using the other to guide the strap-on where I wanted it. “I dunno,” I said. “‘Half the fun’ sounds like too much. I’m pretty sure that means they’re doing it wrong.”
The blunt head of the toy met resistance for a moment before pressing past it. Rans groaned. I judged it to be an, ‘Oh, wow, that’s a lot’ groan rather than a ‘mortal agony’ groan, so I nudged a little deeper before backing off a fraction and pushing in again. A series of slow, shallow thrusts worked me deeper inside his body, until I felt like I could let go of my grip on the dildo’s base in favor of letting my hips do the work.
“Okay?” I asked, feeling the tension coiled beneath my hand on his back.
“Never better.” The reply was a bit tight, but not pained.
I gave my pelvis an experimental roll, and Rans twitched beneath me.
“Wow. This is wild,” I said, watching the strap-on slide in and out as I moved. “It’s seriously kind of weird being on this end of the proceedings.”
“It’ll come to you as you start to move.” His voice was still a bit strained around the edges. “If you were a full-blooded demon, you’d be able to swap out the plumbing at will, you realize.”
That much was true, if kind of freaky to think about. “I’m good with keeping my lady parts, thanks,” I told him. Another twist of my pelvis drew a full-body shiver from him as I bottomed out. “Though... I suppose I can see the appeal,” I finished.
Setting my sights on thorough and detailed experimentation regarding what worked best, I played with different depths and angles until I found the place that produced a soft, punched-out noise from the man I was fucking.
“Found it?” I asked.
“Found it,” Rans confirmed hoarsely. And, oh... now we were in business.
There must have been something to Rans’ observation about my demon heritage having a natural instinct for this, because the awkwardness of the unknown faded quickly as I fell into a rhythm that seemed strangely familiar, even though I’d never done it before.
The muscles of Rans’ arms corded and flexed as he braced himself against the frame of the bed—one hand on the footboard and one wrapped around the corner post. I wasn’t sure where the remote control for the vibrator nestled inside my harness was, but any added stimulation would probably have been too distracting right now anyway. The base of the dildo ground against my mons with each thrust, and that was just right for what I was doing.
My right hand had migrated to Rans’ hip, while my left continued to stroke along
