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“T-tight!”
“It’s not tight, you’re just too big.”
“And who’s fault is that?”
“Just- Hey, don’t try to just go all at once, you’re gonna tear something!”
“It’s like ripping a bandaid. I’ll fit with a little force, I just have to-“
“Mya, don’t-“
Mya moved with a grunt, and the sound of tearing fabric filled the couple’s ears as her horns tore through the back collar of her shirt. There was a long silence from both of them as she tried to adjust the tattered top broken only by an embarrassed cough as she used her tail to feel her back through the new rip. Her short shaggy black hair was ruffled by the struggle and a bit of torn cloth still hung on the end of one dark blue horn.
Cleo sat cross legged next to her, utterly unamused by the situation. Her brows furrowed as she looked at the shirt, and she leaned back on her palms. “I just bought you that.”
Trying to find some way to bullshit the impression of intentionality to the tear, Mya flicked her tail irritably. “You know my horns grow if I don’t feed. You’ve been depriving me, Cleo!”
With a faint click of her tongue, Cleo looked her succubus girlfriend over and rolled her eyes. “Or, and hear me out, you could have waited until after your next feeding to try the shirt on.”
“It was cute. I got excited.” Her tone was matter of fact and she shrugged her shoulders, running a hand over one of the rigged horns that went from the front of her skull and along the top of it before curling up at the end. “Even just a little kiss might’ve dulled them enough.”
“Stop asking for kisses. You know we can’t kiss. You lose control, and then I end up in the hospital.”
“Oh boo, it was one time. And now you’re too scared to even test out possible alternatives that can-“ She stopped, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath as she curled her tail. “You’re right. I’m sorry. The hunger makes me irrational.”
Cleo offered her a bit of a sympathetic look before sighing softly as she pushed a bit of black and blonde hair from her face. “I… have tomorrow off of work.”
The succubus quickly perked up. “Really?”
“If you don’t go overboard! When you do too much I need like… three entire days to recuperate. I can’t take off extra time. And no later than midnight.”
Mya checked her watch. It was only 6:30, they’d just finished dinner. “That’s only like five hours.”
“Only?”
Leaning towards her girlfriend, Mya flashed a mischievous fanged grin. To the untrained eye, it would just seem like her canines were a bit more pronounced. “Well if we start right away, it’ll be five and a half.”
The shorter woman didn’t push Mya away, but she did move her gaze. “Get the gloves and dams first.”
“Those again?” Mya whined, one finger hooking onto Cleo’s waistband. “Come on, if we can’t kiss you could at least let me have a little direct contact.”
“Mya, you know that’s not the best idea. Any fluids make you-“
“Then tie me up.”
The reply was so ready. So anticipated. Cleo did a double take, and her brow furrowed again. “We don’t have any bondage rope.”
“I bought some.”
“Of course you did.” Cleo closed her eyes as Mya’s hand edged inwards on her thigh. The succubus was only teasing, ready to stop at Cleo’s demand. The human was so overly analytical about things! Mya struggled to control her thoughts as demonic instinct whooped and hollered, gifting her with vivid mental images of what it could be like if they have sex without all those silly little precautions. It’s not like Cleo would ever let something like- “Okay. Fine. But we need to be really careful.”
Mya’s eyes shot wide and she pulled her hand back. Her tail lashed madly, unable to hide her excitement. “R-really?”
“But You’re absolutely certain you can control instincts enough for rope to stop you?” Cleo held Mya’s gaze, a bit of uncertainty in her expression.
The succubus nodded, but it was a truthful one. Instinct be damned, she held some rational thought as long as she didn’t get too hungry. She’d been ‘too hungry’ before. That’s how she met Cleo. But today was far from that desperate gnawing ache in her body and mind. “I got the ropes blessed by a priest.”
“Wow, you planned this out-“ Cleo’s surprise was impossible to mask. But so was her own excitement. Mya could sense it. It was like the pull of a magnet to her. Any hint of sexual excitement or anticipation or arousal was laid bare and made clear to a succubus. Mya was no exception. Cleo knew this. They were always honest with each other so they could stay safe. “But what about the mental effects? You’re not going to accidentally warp my mind, right?”
The key word was ‘accidentally.’ They both knew mine control was something Mya would never intentionally do to Cleo. A succubus had a powerful ability to cause desperation and lower the inhibitions of somebody, as well as intensify pleasure and lust. In the same way somebody might instinctively buck their hips from pleasure during sex, a succubus could instinctively brainwash their victim. And a brainwashed victim could never put up a real fight. The succubus could just feed, and feed, and feed until the person was just a husk of their former selves, exhausted and broken beyond saving. And then the succubus could come back again and again, with less and less retaliation each time.
Mya shuddered at the thought of doing that to Cleo. She still had a sense of morals and a conscience. While her instincts were absolutely drooling over the idea of drowning the both of them in an endless and unhealthy cycle of pleasure, Mya didn’t want to betray the trust she’d worked so hard to gain. It had taken a couple years for them both to find a system that worked for the both of them in order to keep her hunger at bay while also keeping Cleo safe.
“If for even a moment you think I’m starting to warp how you feel,” Mya kept her hands to herself as she said this, wanting to drive home her sincerity. “I want you to kick me in the jaw and throw me to the curb.”
Cleo’s expression slowly softened, and Mya’s heart skipped a little as the woman leaned closer. “Alright. But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?” A tease; a simple way to assure Mya that she trusted her.
“When I’m tied up, maybe you should kick once at practice.”
“Don’t tempt me.” Then her voice became a little more serious. “No kissing on the lips.”
“I understand.” And she did. Something about a kiss on the lips made her instincts go overboard like nothing else. She could only assume it was the simple intimacy of it. Anywhere else she put her mouth, her instincts were intense but manageable. But the couple had found that a regular kiss, or especially one with tongue, was too much for Mya to handle. She wanted to push her luck tonight, but not to that degree. She was ballsy, not foolish.
Cleo held Mya’s hand, flipped it palm-up and pressed a quick chaste kiss to her wrist. “Alright, then. Grab what you bought and meet me in the bedroom in ten.”
“But that only gives us like five hours and ten minutes now.”
“Okay. In five.”
—-
Mya was right on time. In her hands was deep crimson rope, and a small instruction packet the store had given her with some recommended knots and ties.
As she stepped through the door, she saw Cleo had dragged a wooden chair in, and was setting it next to the bed. “What’s that for?” Mya asked, handing her girlfriend the packet and the rope.
“Well I want us to be comfortable during all of this. The bed is too high up if you’re kneeling.” Mya’s face warmed as she realized what Cleo meant, and she nodded faintly in acknowledgment. The sight made Cleo chuckle as she unwound the rope. “Fucking is like… you’re whole purpose. It’s funny to see you bashful.”
Mya’s tail twitched and she crossed her arms. “Bashful isn’t the right word. I’m nervous! Not to fuck but,” She sucked air through her teeth as she mulled over how to continue. “If I fuck it up and do something to you, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“Well you can rest easy knowing it would be impossible for me to be upset if you did.” A pause, and Cleo stammered. “I’m sorry. That was a terrible joke. I trust you, okay? And I’ll kick your ass if I think you’re fucking with my senses without my permission.”
The tension eased, and after a few awkward heartbeats Mya groaned. “I want to kiss you so bad right now.”
Cleo stepped close, her free hand cupping Mya’s chin and pulling it down so they looked into each other's eyes. As she pulled her hand away, she made a show of slowly unbuttoning her own shirt with it. An alluring and well practiced motion. “You can kiss anywhere else.”
Even if she wasn’t a succubus, Mya couldn’t resist pouncing then and there. Her body craved Cleo’s in a way words couldn’t describe, but actions could convey. Unable to kiss her lips, Mya settled for latching onto the short woman’s neck, bypassing the chair and pinning her to the bed in a frenzy of limbs. Cleo yelped in mild shock, but didn’t protest as lips, tongue, and fangs ran over her skin.
“I dropped the rope-” she began, cut off by the feeling of Mya’s knee sliding up between her thighs. On basic human instinct, her hips began to grind subtly against the pressure.
“Leave it, I don’t want to use it clothed anyways.” As she said this, she reached for Cleo’s shirt to finish what she’d started. It took more self control than she cared to admit to not just rip off each button. It paid off as she could sense (and honestly taste) the growing anticipation in Cleo with each button. “Worry about it when we’re both stripped.”
Mya’s excitement was evident by the look on her face as Cleo sat up slightly to let the shirt drop off her shoulders and reveal a simple black sports bra. “If it’s too much, for either of us, we can stop.” Cleo said, now reaching for the torn shirt Mya still wore. Instead of pulling it up over her head, she grabbed the rip on the back and grunted as she finished the job, the shirt now even more ruined.
This display of strength had Mya weak. “Do something like that again, and we just might.” Her own bra was much lacier and erotic in comparison to Cleo’s. The deep blue color almost matched her horns. Succubus instinct was always her excuse when she bought lingerie or clothes that barely concealed her body. It was half true. The rest was an urge to impress her girlfriend. And impress it did. Cleo reached up to cup Mya’s chest, admiring the view as if she hadn’t already seen them a billion fucking times.
As Cleo occupied herself with slipping her thumbs under the lace, Mya hunched over her and adjusted her position enough to slip off her skirt and flick it aside with aid from her tail. “Your lingerie doesn’t match. I thought you were planning all this?” Cleo observed idly, mouth twisting into an amused grin.
“Doesn’t matter once it’s off.”
“Then let's get it off.” As her girlfriend reached to strip her of her lingerie, Mya did her best to not only make the process easier, but also tried to keep their bodies as close as possible during the entire ordeal. She’d die if she had to fully peel away from Cleo in that moment.
Once the succubus was in her ideal dress, that being none at all, she placed one finger to Cleo’s neck and slowly traced downwards with her nail. “Is your common sense still intact?”
“If you mean ‘has my demonic girlfriend brainwashed me into becoming a mindless source of pleasure’ then yes I still have control. If you mean ‘I can resist the urge to grab her by horns and ride her face until neither of us can breathe’ then no.” Cleo said this with surprising composure as she pulled off her own bra. “You were the one begging for ‘direct contact’ tonight. Be good and finish stripping me down, will you?”
Mya couldn’t even manage a ‘yes ma’am’ before her hands were taking off Cleo’s pants with more desperation than she wanted to acknowledge.
Once every article of clothing was thrown haphazardly across the room, Mya slowly began to kiss down the length of the shorter woman’s stomach. Cleo busied herself with removing the egregious amount of rings she wore, but Mya could sense the pleasure rolling off her in waves as she got lower.
She was shocked to feel a hand grab her horns right before she settled between the woman’s thighs. Her golden brown eyes flicked upwards as she halted. Cleo looked down at her, doing her damndest to look intimidating and composed. Even without being a succubus, Mya would’ve been able to tell the human was incredibly turned on from where her head was positioned. She could cooperate and play dumb, though. The other woman leaned forward, her split dye hair draping over her face ever so slightly. “The ropes, remember? Maybe we should buy a leash for you…”
She’d meant it as a joke, but the long silence followed by Mya’s slightly guilty expression made Cleo’s green eyes widen. The question didn’t even need to be asked before Mya squeaked out an answer. “I bought one of those too…”
A beat, and then Cleo released her horn. “If you want to be a dog so bad, go fetch.”
Terrible. That was a terrible line! Thankfully the lustful hunger gnawing at her every atom was enough for Mya to ignore that and shuffle over to the closet and pull out a box of toys. Her personal box, though she knew how to share from time to time. The leash was simple, but in that deep blue shade the succubus favored. There was a collar to go with, accented by a not-yet-engraved tag and a few faux rhinestones.
It took a bit of fiddling, but eventually the couple figured out how to unclasp the collar and adjust the size. Mya waited with baited breath for the leash to be attached, but Cleo held off. “It would be easier to do the ropes first, right?”
The groan she let out was far from quiet or subtle. “You’re killing me.”
“Patience, it’ll be worth it. I think?”
—
Balancing an instructional booklet with her tail was a real challenge, especially with Cleo reaching over and around her from time to time. Each faint brush of the hand was electrifying to the desperate succubus, and she was beginning to suspect Cleo was more than aware. How does one mess up on a hand placement while going across her chest three separate times? And the way her hand conveniently ‘missed’ twice while going across her thighs… Mya tried to hold back a needy whimper, knowing the sound probably encouraged the teasing. At any time she could ask Cleo to get on with it, but she didn’t. Bitch as she might, it was thrilling.
When Cleo was finally done, Mya’s hands were secure behind her back. Her ankles were bound to her thighs in a way that forced her to kneel. She could arch her back and bend it forward ever so slightly, but too far caused ropes to dig into her chest and thighs. Cleo walked a slow circle around the demon to admire her work. It wasn’t perfect, but it achieved the desired effect with a little extra flair. “Feels alright?” She asked, grabbing the chair and moving it to sit in front of Mya. As she settled, she made sure to cross her legs.
The succubus gave each muscle another experimental flex before nodding. “And… and the leash?” She tried to pass it off as a genuine question rather than a plea.
Cleo was merciful and reached for it on the bed. After a few seconds, it was attached to the collar. The two of them took a minute to tug on it with varying degrees of force to make sure it was comfortable. The groans from Mya as the collar tightened around her throat were self explanatory. It earned a chuckle from the other woman.
She reached down and ran a hand through Mya’s hair, tracing her thumb over the ridges of one of the horns. “If it’s too much and you can’t stop, squeeze your tail around my ankle. I’m trusting you to keep yourself in check.” In her other hand, she wound the leash up a few times to make it taut. “No messing with my senses, even if it’s to make me feel better. And no mind control, but that’s a given. And… just go slow on the feeding, okay? If you drain my energy too fast I’m going to be miserable all day tomorrow. All clear?”
“Crystal.” Mya said, her tail flicking as she licked her lips like an animal spotting its next meal. She could sense a bit of hesitation from Cleo. A well earned fear since the woman knew what succubi were capable of. She made her tone sincere. “I would never try to hurt you.”
“I know. I trust you. I just want to play it safe. We’re pushing our luck here.”
“Do you want to stop?” Mya offered. The idea made her stomach lurch, but she didn’t want to fuck up what they had together.
Cleo laughed, her worries easing. “With how worked up I am? Fuck no.” To prove her point, she slowly uncrossed her legs. “But you know that already, don’t you? You can sense that sort of thing.” Her legs slowly spread. Painfully slow. “You must be dying down there. But you’ve been so patient. So good for me.”
As her legs spread far enough to make space for Mya’s head, she had to resist the temptation to lunge forwards. Every muscle begged her to dive for it. Her tail lashed madly and her body quivered ever so slightly. “Cleo, please-“
The leash suddenly pulled, and Mya’s body bent forward with it. Her head was buried between Cleo’s thighs, the contract so direct and sudden that the succubus could contain a moan. She moved her gaze up to Cleo, who was looking down at her with a hungry expression of her own. “Put that tongue to better use than begging.”
With that, Mya gave in to the basics of her instincts. Her eyes shut and she stuck out her tongue, running it through Cleo’s folds with something not far from desperation. It was an oasis in a desert to the succubus.
The connection was so direct and intense, it genuinely startled Mya. She stiffened and sucked in a deep breath. Cleo must’ve noticed the pause, because her hand loosened on the leash slightly. They’d been strictly using latex gloves or dental dams up to that point, and even the occasional toy, all to keep Mya in check and in control of herself. Maybe it was the prolonged fast from direct contact like this, but the succubus was instantly overwhelmed by the sensations.
She could feel Cleo. Not just because her face was pressed to her groin; she could feel deeper than that. The woman’s heartbeat, emotions, desires; all of it was laid bare. It was like a connection had formed between them, and this connection had taken Cleo’s consciousness, formed it into a ball of clay, and dropped it into Mya’s hands. Her instincts clutched the clay, begging to mold and shape it into something new for the succubus. Something to drown the couple in pleasure. Something to feed her demonic desires for the rest of time. To make Cleo mindless. It would be ecstasy for the both of them. Ecstasy at the price of free will.
The succubus stilled her hands around the ball of clay, treating it more like a fragile sculpture instead of something to be shaped into one. On the physical plane, she opened her eyes to meet Cleo’s gaze. The shorter woman had a brief flash of concern pulse through her, faint but present enough for Mya to detect. It all happened in a matter of seconds, and she closed her eyes before beginning to work her tongue.
The concern was buried in a sweep of pleasure as Mya set to it. Her tongue, much longer than any human’s, was bathed in a heavenly flavor. The wet between Cleo’s thighs was nothing supernatural, but to a succubus it was better than any Michelin star meal.
“Mya~” Cleo’s breathy voice sang sweet praise as the woman between her legs ate her out. Her fingers combed through Mya’s hair while the other pulled the leash to bring her in as close as possible. The succubus slipped her tongue lower, pressing into Cleo. The sensation of the long tongue pushing inside of her made the woman groan softly, and she bit down on her lip as her hips pressed forward in bliss. “Jesus, I can tell you were made for this.”
Removing her tongue to speak, Mya shot her girlfriend an amused look. “Bold to speak his name while you fuck a demon.”
That earned a rough tug on the leash, and Mya had no option but to resume her meal. “Shut up.” Cleo mumbled without any malice to the words. “Just do the only thing you’re good at.”
They both knew there was no truth in that statement, but the degradation was a major fucking turn on for the succubus. She showed her appreciation by getting back to work with a new veracity. Pulses of pleasure rolled off Cleo in waves, and Mya relished in the sensation as she fed. To Cleo, the succubus feeding felt like she was suddenly winded, or that she’d taken something to make her tired. To Mya, it filled an ache in her very being and gave her mental clarity.
As they continued, Cleo pulled her free hand from Mya’s hair and placed her fingers on her clit. Her middle and index finger danced shaky circles around the bundle of nerves, and Mya made sure to curl her tongue as she pushed it deeper to really drive the sensations home. “Good girl.” Cleo cooed, her thighs trembling slightly as she looked down at the demon, holding her gaze. “You like this, huh? Sitting right where you belong,” She bit back a whine as Mya hit that sweet spot inside her. “D-doing exactly as you're told. Right there. Fuck, Mya, right there.” She raised one leg, resting it on Mya’s shoulder as she placed her heel on her back. Mya tilted her head to meet the new angle, eyes shut in concentration.
Inwardly, her hands were trembling around that ball of consciousness. Her fingertips threatened to press inwards and leave fingerprints that could never be undone. With each pulse of pleasure, her body trembled with bliss and her instincts screamed as they were subdued. She wanted to fuck Cleo senseless. She wanted to BE fucked senseless. One little press. That’s all she needed. She just had to reach into the right spot and shape it how she wanted. The pleasure was intensifying. Cleo had to be close. With Mya’s tongue and her own fingers, of course it didn’t take too long.
“Such a good slut. I’m going to cum, Mya. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.” The sensations were intoxicating and sickeningly overwhelming. She had to fight back from what she wanted. She had to remind herself she was just there to feed.
“Yes, fuck, yes-” The arousal was electrifying.
“Mya, I’m-” It flooded every bit of common sense and threatened to smother it.
“I’m-!” It was an explosion, shaking Mya’s very being. On the outside she had her eyes clenched shut as her tongue flexed and her mouth sucked voraciously. On the inside she was screaming at herself to just feed. Feed, damn it! Nothing more! Cleo’s orgasm was simultaneously bliss but also hell. Like trying to eat another bite of your favorite dessert when you’d already hit your limit hours ago.
“Shit! Fuck, Mya, slow down-!” Mya’s eyes shot open as Cleo placed a hand on her head and abruptly shoved her back. She almost lost her balance, but took a deep breath and tried to move back to where she was. In doing so, she almost face planted into Cleo’s now-crossed legs. The succubus blinked a few times, only just realizing how hard the both of them were breathing. Underneath the slowing pulses of pleasure, Mya could feel a wave of exhaustion coming from Cleo.
The succubus’ mouth dropped open. “Shit, did I…?”
“No, no.” Cleo said as she tried to catch her breath. “No mind control or anything like that. I feel fine in that regard. You just,” she paused to swallow between pants. “I said go slow on the feeding.”
Mya’s tail twitched and she licked her lips clean. “Are you okay?”
“I will be. Just give me a minute.” Her girlfriend had dropped the leash and leaned back in the chair, sweeping her hair back in one motion. “Have you had enough? I don’t know if I can let you take any more from me tonight.”
Mya took a moment to mentally check herself over. Her connection to Cleo was still there. She could feel that ball of moldable consciousness inside her still. For a few moments, she considered offering the woman a little more energy through simple manipulation. Common sense finally returned and she nearly died of guilt for even considering it. Instead she tilted her head back and used her tail to sweep through her hair since her hands were still restrained. “The horns are much smaller from what I can tell. I think I’ll be fine if we need to stop already.”
“A-already? Do you know how long you were down there?”
Mya blinked incredulously. “Twenty minutes? Thirty?”
Cleo laughed abruptly. “Try double that! At least, I can only assume it was that long? Fuck we must’ve both lost it at my orgasm, but you seemed determine to drag that out till I went fucking numb.”
This revelation astonished Mya, and she tried to spot the bedside clock from where she knelt to confirm the time. Cleo was leaning close and obstructing her view before she could.
“Did you cum too?”
Mya raised her brows, scoffing a little. “Cleo, I could cum if you looked in my general direction long enough. Of course I did. At some point. It was a lot mentally, I’m not sure when? Or if I did it more than once.”
“Fair. Fair.” Cleo leaned back a little, one finger tracing over a bite mark on her neck Mya had left. “Did you uh… cum enough?”
With the purpose of the questions a bit more clear, Mya made a soft ‘oh’ sound and felt her face warm. “What if I say no?”
“Then the next question I have is if you want the ropes to stay on or not.”
“Then no. And then yes. Yes to uh, to the ropes. I’m realizing how confusing that was out loud.”
Without comment or warning, Cleo scooped her up. God bless that gym membership! There was little fanfare or showmanship as the demon was tossed onto the bed, landing on her stomach in a way that was far from comfortable.
Cleo climbed after, muttered a soft apology as she pressed a kiss between Mya’s shoulderblades. “Hold still while I adjust the ropes.” Doing as she was told, Mya realized with some frustration that she couldn’t turn to look behind herself all that well. In a way it was also more exciting. Each faint touch as Cleo worked was surprising and welcomed. It took a few minutes of trying, but soon Cleo adjusted the ropes into something closer to a hogtie, forcing Mya to kneel with her ass in the air and her face in the sheets.
Then there was no touch at all. Mya squirmed, huffing in frustration as everything fell silent. “Cleo?”
“Just grabbing supplies. Fucking hell how many dildos do you own?”
Her tail perked a little and she tried to turn her head towards the closet. “Get the black and gold one!”
“Why do you want-?” There was some rustling, and then a pause. “I see why.”
“Harness is in the-”
“I know where the harness is. And the lube, before you say anything.” More rustling. The sounds of straps being adjusted. A soft ‘hup’ and finally the feeling of the bed creaking as Cleo joined her once again. “Comfortable?”
“My jaw aches a little.” She winked even though the human wouldn’t be able to see it.
A hand groped her ass, and she felt two fingers run through her folds before slipping inside her with ease. “Fuck, do I even need the lube?” Followed by, “Rhetorical, don't answer that.” Mya chuckled, flicking her tail haphazardly until she was able to locate Cleo with it. She traced the woman’s jawline with the tip of it.
“Fuck me?” It was an invitation above all else, and one Cleo was happy to accept. There was a pop of the bottle lid opening, and Mya shuddered at the cool liquid now coating Cleo’s fingers as she pushed them back inside, along with a third finger to stretch her out.
“A thick, rigged cock with a Jacob's ladder. A bit redundant at that point, to have ridges and piercings.”
“Oh my god please don’t monologue about it and just fuck me already. I’m built to handle it!”
Cleo kept the pace of her fingers agonizingly slow as she moved them in and out, spreading Mya. “You probably fuck yourself with this till your wrist cramps, don’t you? Or do you ride it instead?” Mya felt a tightening around her throat. She’d forgotten about the leash. “Is this what you use when you’re all alone?” The tugging forced her head up, and she sucked in sharply as she felt Cleo lean over her. “Do you think of me when you do it?” Her voice was almost a whisper now. “Is that why you knew exactly which one you wanted?”
“Cleo-”
“Beg me to put it inside you.”
“Please-” Her tail wrapped around Cleo’s waist, squeezing softly. “I want you inside me.”
“Good girl.” Her fingers withdrew, and soon silicone replaced them. “You better not think of anyone else when I’m not there.”
“I don’t!” The reply was mixed with a gasp as her walls were spread to accommodate the toy. The leash tightened, silencing her.
“I hear you moaning my name when you’re by yourself sometimes. Were you hoping I’d pity you and help you out?” Her hips pushed the toy further in. Mya trembled. “Answer me, baby.”
“Y-yes…” Her voice was strained against the pressure on her neck. Almost every inch was inside now.
“Do you imagine me fucking you into the mattress at night?” The leash loosened a little as Cleo placed both hands on Mya’s hips, her fingers pressing into the skin ever so slightly.
Mya nodded vigorously, breath hitching in anticipation as she felt the grip adjust. Just as soon, it pulled away. “Wha-?”
“I told you to go easy on me earlier, didn’t I?” She traced one finger along the small of Mya’s back. “Now I’m just so tired, Mya.”
“B-bullshit!” The succubus barked, trying to turn her head to look back at Cleo. There was a smack to her ass and she jolted.
Cleo’s hands returned to gently grip Mya’s hips. “Fuck yourself on it again. I want to watch.” As if to give an example, she pulled Mya’s hips towards her slightly without moving her own.
“But… the ropes!”
“I left wiggle room.” There was a pause as Mya composed herself, and with a huff she managed to shift her weight forward and then back. Cleo squeezed her hips. “Good~ I told you you could do it.”
Determined for release, Mya complied with Cleo’s little game. It was an effort to move her body a significant enough amount to feel anything worthwhile, but there was a major advantage to being a succubi. Even if she couldn’t move all that well, she could feel and experience a part of Cleo’s pleasure. She didn’t even have to siphon any energy to detect it. And from what she could tell, Cleo was enjoying herself thoroughly.
Urged on by a mix of praise and release, Mya continued to rock back onto Cleo’s cock, slowly finding a rhythm in the shallow thrusts. “Look at you.” Cleo purred, watching Mya work. “So desperate for me. Can’t you moan my name like i’ve heard you do all those other times?”
“Cleo-”
“Louder.”
“C-Cleo~”
“Beg like I’ve heard you do.”
“C-Cleo~ Fuck me! I want you, Cleo! Pin me down and fuck me and make me yours! I was made for it! I want you to- Ah~!” Cleo suddenly gripped Mya’s hips and slammed her own forwards, a clap echoing in the room as skin met skin. “Ouhhhfuckfuckfuck” Mya hissed out, legs trembling for a moment. She was only given a few moments to comprehend the change of plans before Cleo’s thrusts began.
They were rough and fast. Mya’s mind spun and her instincts were in full swing as her mouth fell open, her long tongue falling past her lips with a gasp. Cleo gripped the leash tight again, choking an oncoming moan into a whine. “Can’t do any succubi bullshit when you’re taking it like a whore, can you?” The woman grunted as she pounded into her. Whatever reply Mya tried to give, it was incomprehensible. Her head was swimming and her legs were weak. “All the myths had you guys powerful and in control, but you have to come and beg me just to feed off my energy. And then you still push your luck.”
“Imshorrypleashdontshtop” Mya’s words mashed together as she let pleasure flood her mind.
“You’ll be good?”
“Illbeshogoodforyou”
“Do you want to cum?”
“Yes~! I’m close Imsoclose”
“We’ve barely started and you’re already a mess at your limit.” She hunched over Mya, voice low as she spoke, her hips never pausing. “Say my name when you come, Mya.”
It sent her over edge. Her body jolted, her eyes screwed shut and her back arched as much as possible in the confines of the rope. “C-Cleo~!” Her tail tightened around the woman’s waist as an orgasm raced down her body, toes curling and legs trembling. Cleo kept fucking her through it, breathily whispering encouragement as she prolonged the climax.
When it subsided into small pulses between her legs, Mya’s body slumped and relaxed. Her breathing was labored and she stared at the wall. Cleo slowly kissed down Mya’s spine wherever her arms weren’t blocking it, and began to undo the knots. “How do you feel?”
“Mmmm…” Mya hummed into the sheets, closing her eyes as the bindings gradually loosened. Her arms fell to her sides once they were free, and she rolled onto her back when her legs were undone as well.
Cleo lay on top of her, smiling down. “I’m going to be fucking miserable in the morning after all of this.”
“Did I at least make it a little worth it?”
Cleo hummed dramatically, pretending to think long and hard over it all. “I suppoooose.”
“I really wish I could kiss you right now.”
Mya held Cleo’s gaze, and the woman blinked down at her. Slowly, she placed the palm of her hand over Mya’s mouth, and pressed her lips to her own knuckles. Then she flipped her hand, curling it slightly as Mya took the cue and kissed them as well. “Close enough?”
“It’s…actually quite nice.”
“Gain some self control, and maybe we can try the real deal again some day.”
Mya waggled her eyebrows, smirking. “Sounds like we have to spend more nights together for practice after this, huh?”
Cleo’s expression took on one of mischief. “Who says practice is over for tonight?”
“Wuh-?” Mya said dumbly. Cleo stretched to reach the nightstand, and repositioned the alarm clock.
“It’s only just after 9pm.” She whispered. “That’s three hours.” A beat. “Three and a half if you’re lucky.”