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The bar was located at the edge of a downtown shopping center. The street itself didn't commonly bring in crowds of customers — there were some sizable business contenders, after all — but foot traffic was nonetheless satisfactory. The city itself was fairly modest; it wasn't a major city one would think of that was representative of the region, but it was far from rural.
Argo had just finished drying a whiskey glass as the last customer flagged her down for another drink. He was a regular, a middle-aged man with calloused hands and an overall rugged appearance. He was usually the last one out at closing and always ordered the same thing. Part of Argo was fascinated by what could be going on in his personal life to transform him into a virtual bar decoration with his presence, but she knew better than to ask. She was quite used to his presence by now and might even be mildly dejected if he took his business elsewhere one day. Yet, she never really could be bothered enough to remember his name. He was noninvasive and willing to spend, and that's what mattered to her.
"Miss, can I get another?"
Argo gave him a side glance with a small smile before preparing the glass she dried and pouring bourbon over a large ice cube. "Sure, but I think it's your last one for tonight. I appreciate your patronage, but we have to close at some point."
She leaned forward as she pushed the drink towards him, lingering just long enough for her chest to grab the better part of his attention as his gaze lowered from her face. She had no interest in men, but she couldn't help but tease when the opportunity presented itself. Perhaps humans really were that entertaining, or maybe that was simply part of her nature as a succubus.
The man stared at her with a subtle hint of desire and curiosity in his eyes. "Miss, can I ask you something?"
"Hmm?" She turned her head as she was about to find another task.
"Are you, you know... just a bartender?" He made a very subtle gesture to her body, one that he didn't seem to realize he made. "Do you... do business in other departments?"
Well, that's new, Argo thought. He had a tendency to steal glances and seemingly unintentionally stare at her some nights, but he kept to himself and rarely said a word to her outside of asking for drinks.
Her mind momentarily wandered to a fantasy of showing her true form just to see his reaction; to magically sprout her hidden spiralled horns, bat-like wings, and dual demon tails all at once and watch his expression as he prays for an exorcist. Of course, such an action would be a horrible business move as humanoid species were typically feared and rejected in human societies. For example, as a smaller city, the community only recently accepted faunoids — people with certain characteristics such as animal ears or tails — as equals. Even then, there was still some animosity between the faunoids themselves as domestic animal variants were artificially created while wild variants already existed.
Demons were still very much considered enemies to both humans and faunoids, probably for good reason. The only reason Argo had a personal no-harm policy despite being a succubus was because it wouldn't exactly look good for the business if people in the area kept going missing. She had too much pride to lose her apparent reputation as a hot bartender. It was quite fun; the role allowed her to see a range of human interactions from good-hearted fun with friends to discreet, sinful intent with potential partners to aggressive outbursts.
Instead of the traditional succubus image many might have had, she relied on sapping harmless amounts of energy from women, often leaving them knocked out but still safe after a night of solid sleep, though perhaps with an aching hungover sensation through the next day. She had to feed more frequently given each encounter drew less energy than what a more careless succubus might draw, but that turned out to be a benefit because she enjoyed living among humans and seeing the many fascinating sides of them.
Argo flashed a subtle grin at the man. "I'm a lot of things, love." She leaned forward on the bar and propped her head up on one elbow. "As far as you should be concerned, though, I'm just a bartender."
The man's gaze remained fixed on her for a moment, then lowered to his drink. "Just a bartender, huh?" He swirled the drink in his glass thoughtfully. "Is there room for you to be something else to me, miss?"
Argo couldn't help but chuckle. She had noticed a very subtle tan line where his wedding band would be within his first few visits. Perhaps he was contemplating his next actions this entire time and was only now testing his chances. "I'm afraid men aren't exactly my type, dear."
The man thought for a moment. "Oh! You're..." His voice trailed off.
Argo found his sudden bashfulness entertaining, as if he made a grave mistake. She hummed with amusement. "Yeah. I'm sure you have a shot with plenty of other women here, though. Try again with someone else? Maybe your spouse would approve of her."
She watched him tighten his grip on the glass, then slam the drink with a few generous gulps. He pushed the empty glass towards her. "Alright, I'm ready to close my tab," he said with a new curtness to his tone.
Ah, probably a bad business move on my part. "Sure, give me just a minute." Maybe she should have played into his fantasies a little, she thought. She hoped the realization wouldn't affect his support as a customer.
As the man made his near-routine payment and left the bar with a sulking posture, she noticed that one more customer outstayed him for the first time in a while. An unassuming young woman with wavy brunette hair and lightly tanned skin lingered at a table in the corner of the bar. She wore a cerulean-dyed feather hairpiece, something Argo only noted because it was a fairly uncommon sight and vaguely reminded her of her own hairpiece. She eyed the new customer curiously. Oh, it's probably about time for another feeding, anyways.
"Darling, it's about time for closing. Did you want to go ahead and close your tab?"
The woman who was previously stirring a half-empty fruity-looking cocktail flinched as if she was snapped out of her thoughts. "Oh! Yes, sorry. What's the total?"
Argo printed the receipt and pushed it towards her, opting to tap the paper instead of verbally acknowledging her question. "You don't look like someone who comes here much. Trying something new?"
She fumbled with items in her purse, presumably searching for her wallet. "Yes, I, um, I've been curious about this place for a little while now. I don't drink much, but I heard the atmosphere here is decent and the staff are pretty friendly. I'm guessing you're the only one tonight?"
Argo completed the transaction as they conversed. "Yeah, I usually end up as the only person during closing shifts. Lucky you, though, you can spend some one-on-one time with me while I close up for the night."
The woman looked a bit flustered, but didn't respond.
"Just messing with you." Argo let out a small amused chuckle. "But trying to do something different alone at the most boring part of the night? You don't want anything fun to happen?"
The woman silently sipped her cocktail for a moment, lowering her gaze. "I'm not really sure. I don't usually drink much or go out late at night, so I guess I just wanted something... different."
Argo hummed thoughtfully. "Come here enough times and you will come across a lot of something different. Right now you're at the bit where most of the fun is over, though. I've heard demons start coming out at this hour," she half-joked mischievously. Though, not only did that metaphorically apply to some unusual individuals that she had seen, it was quite literally a time where fellow demons sought out vulnerable individuals.
The woman gave a shy smile and nodded. "I can't afford to go out too much, anyways. I have college classes."
"Oh? What are you studying for?"
"I don't know yet."
Argo blinked. "Hmm?"
"I'm- I mean, I'm kind of just enrolled in general studies right now until I figure out what I wanna do. Y'know?" The woman suddenly seemed nervous, perhaps embarrassed to admit her lack of a firm career plan as a college student.
Argo paused her busywork with tidying behind the counter. "Hey, you've got a good start so far. You'll do alright in whatever field you decide to be in. If you ever need a de-stressor, though, you're more than welcome to stop by here. I think it's usually most relaxing in the afternoon if you ever get the chance at that time." She resumed her work. "If not that, we might have a spot open for you. I could always use a hand, honestly. You might even enjoy the job benefits~"
That seemed to pique her curiosity. "Really? I'll think about it, thank you." The woman gathered her items, putting a mildly abrupt end to the conversation. "Sorry, it's late and I have to get going, but could we talk about it another time?"
"You can if you come back here. Or I can give you my number." Argo propped herself up on one elbow again and grinned playfully, her sunset-colored eyes briefly but curiously searching dark brown ones before the woman averted her gaze. I think I'll like this girl.
The woman stammered a response. "You- uh, no thank you! I'll be back another time, though. Goodnight."
"Thank you for stopping by. Stay safe, dear."
Argo watched the young woman leave a bit hastily. Oh well, she needs time to come around. She likely had a chance of using her power to seduce her, but she much preferred the chase over convenience. Shit, I didn't ask what her name was. That’s for next time, I guess.
She finished closing the establishment, ensuring everything was well-secured before starting her half-hour walk home. The streets were somewhat dimly lit, illuminated by the warm light of street lamps but filled with shadows within every nook and cranny of the buildings. The semi-lively street turned into a ghost town once the bars finally closed for the night and the few drunken groups of people dispersed.
She would usually fly back to her apartment, but she wanted some time to contemplate her next actions; she didn't feel like going home right away and hoped to stall time or find something interesting. Maybe Lila's awake…
Argo pulled her phone from her blazer pocket. "U still up?"
She tucked the phone and her hands in her pockets and continued walking. Might as well head that way, anyway. Her apartment's roughly in the same direction as mine.
She checked her phone again as she neared the residential area Lila's apartment was within.
"Yea why?"
She decided not to reply, instead opting to surprise her when she arrived. She mindlessly fidgeted with the keyring in her other pocket.
Her relationship to Lila was unusual, to say the least. They generally interacted as good friends with years of history would, yet there was a silent mutual agreement to never touch serious and emotional topics, resulting in an odd and perhaps contradicting sense of devotion without commitment. They knew each other's bodies, habits, and boundaries well, yet simultaneously didn't deeply know each other’s lives. The relationship was essentially a friends with benefits dynamic with a vague sense of intimacy. Lila was her preferred partner when it was time to feed, especially during times when Argo wasn't feeling particularly adventurous. She wouldn't admit this, especially since succubi rarely developed a preference for specific individuals, so she instead called it a "tendency." She was quite content with their dynamic, but Lila was reasonably exhausted easily outside of her heats. Argo would usually explore other options with people until Lila recovered and felt ready again.
She approached the stairs to Lila's apartment and pulled the keyring out as she reached the front door, fumbling with it for just a moment to grab the right one and unlock it. As she opened the door, she was met with the wide-eyed heterochromatic gaze of a terrified and familiar feline faunoid across the dining room — a Maine Coon woman, specifically.
"Christ, Argo! You scared the shit out of me!" Lila partially regained her composure, swiping her hand at her tail in a bashful attempt to flatten the long fur that had involuntarily bushed out in response to the intruder.
"Like I haven't done this before," she responded coolly while removing her shoes at the door.
"And I felt the same way last time! Please at least tell me when you're coming."
Argo noticed Lila's ears were flattened, indicating that she was genuinely annoyed by the impromptu visit. "Alright, sorry, I'll make it up to you. I’ll do whatever you want tonight?"
Lila pouted momentarily, but soon walked to the kitchen and rummaged through a cabinet for snacks. “Sure.”
—
The women took turns playing Beat Slasher on Lila’s VR headset, which was synced to the TV display. They alternated with song selection and competed for the highest score, going toe-to-toe with each other’s evenly matched skill. Lila’s lightning-quick reflexes allowed her to keep up with fast bursts of notes, but her stamina was poor and she would sometimes exhaust herself before the song ended. Argo’s reactions weren’t quite as quick as Lila’s, but she was nonetheless sharp and more than fit enough to keep up with the songs they would choose.
Argo precisely slashed the final note of a song with her virtual sword, preening at the new high score that appeared. “See that, Lila? You’re gonna have to work on endurance if you wanna beat that score.”
She removed the headset when she didn’t hear a response, scanning the now-empty room. Damn, that was probably my best score, too.
The apartment was modern but slightly modest; the living room consisted of little more than a gray loveseat, a square glass coffee table, and a medium-sized flatscreen TV atop a simple wood-textured entertainment center. A small half-eaten bag of prawn crackers was the only sign that Lila was in the room. Argo set the headset and controllers on the loveseat before making her way to the kitchen, figuring she must have left for a glass of water or another snack. Instead, she found the kitchen empty, but heard a faint indistinct sound from the dining room. She wasn’t sure why Lila would be in the dining room or what she expected, but it wasn’t necessarily the sight she saw when she peered around the room divider.
Lila faced away from Argo, standing at the corner of the wooden dining table closest to the entrance that she stood at. Her breaths came out in barely audible but ragged gasps. Her clothed center was gently pressed against the rounded corner of the dining table as she made slow circles with her waist. She leaned forward slightly, supporting herself with one hand on the table and using the other hand to pull at her yoga pants, whispering something inaudible under her breath.
“Okay, you didn’t tell me fucking yourself on the table was part of tonight’s plan. I play a game for five minutes and you’re violating your furniture,” Argo teased.
Lila jolted out of her apparent trance as she said that, whipping around to glare at her with a scowl mixed with shame. She opened her mouth to say something, but seemed overwhelmed with various emotions to form a cohesive thought.
Argo leaned against the room divider. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean to disrupt you. Keep going.”
Lila averted her gaze, her face flushed with embarrassment. “I- we should sleep.”
Argo ignored the statement and slowly approached her, lifting her chin with one finger with the sharp nail trailing against her skin. “I know you well enough to know you would never do this outside of your heats. You know I’m more than willing to help you every time. Why not this time?”
Lila avoided looking at her despite their faces being inches apart. “I… wanted to take care of it myself this time. I feel like I’m always too reliant on you during this time of the month.”
Argo smirked. “You can still take care of it yourself. Could I just help you out a little?”
“Are you even listening to me?” Heterochromatic blue and purple eyes met gradient hot pink and yellow ones. Lila’s tail twitched with irritation.
Argo raised her hands in mock surrender. “I won’t touch anywhere below the waist unless you tell me to. Deal?”
If Lila were fully in her right mind, she might have just given her an earful and called it a night. Fortunately for her, though, the oncoming heat seemed to make the deal irresistible. If Argo was lucky, she might be well-fed by the end of the night if Lila felt in the mood to offer more of herself than originally agreed upon. She couldn’t really feed on foreplay, after all.
“...Fine, nothing below the chest, though.”
“Sure. Let’s go to the living room?”
—
The long-abandoned TV displayed nothing but a black “No Signal” screen. Argo sat on the loveseat with her legs spread apart enough for Lila to sit facing away from her, nestled between them. She had been greedily nibbling the nape of Lila’s neck for several minutes while stroking one of her ears, eliciting needy cries as she twitched and gripped at her thighs, yet the faunoid woman resisted touching herself. Slightly impatient, Argo brushed her prominent fangs against the skin of Lila’s neck, knowing that the subtle threat of teeth sinking into skin was one of Lila’s major weaknesses. She squeezed her thighs together in response.
“Ngh… Argo!” Lila panted, her half-lidded eyes staring into space.
Argo hummed softly, noting a small darkened spot between Lila’s legs on already dark pants. “God, you’re soaked.”
“N-No, I’m not.”
“I can see it through your pants. Go ahead, feel and tell me that it’s not what it looks like.”
Lila hesitated, releasing her grip on her right thigh but still fidgeting with the air. She soon couldn’t resist the urge and inched her hand under her pants and underwear, generating an embarrassingly noticeable wet sound as she circled her sensitive bud. The much-needed stimulus made her jolt, an abrupt cry of relief and pleasure escaping her lips.
“See?” Argo cooed, ceasing her attack on her neck and moving to nibble an ear. “I know you needed this. You’re doing so good,” she whispered, “show me.”
Lila turned her head as if to verify what was just asked of her, but soon obliged and pulled her pants down to her knees. A clear string of arousal briefly stretched from her core to her underwear before being obscured by her closed legs as she readjusted her position. She didn’t hesitate to continue her self-ministrations, drawing out soft, barely audible whimpers as she quickened her pace. Argo watched the display before her; though she couldn't really see much of Lila’s exposed body, her well-trained hand focused between her legs revealed an intense need and pleasure that betrayed her earlier innocent facade of simply “feeling energetic tonight.” She moved her fingers intensely, apparently starved for a climax.
“Slow down,” Argo murmured in a tone that was low and soothing, yet with a subtle hint of something dangerous. “Savor this. I want to see more of you.”
Lila slowed to turn and glance back at her, this time to briefly make eye contact through a side-eye, her annoyance verified by momentarily flattened ears. Seemingly becoming frustrated, she stripped off her pants in one fluid motion and spread her legs as much as she could within Argo’s lap in an attempt to show more of herself. She then continued at an eager pace, beginning to squirm as she drew closer to finishing. Her breaths came out in ragged pants as she played with her swollen bud.
Heats set in fast sometimes, huh? Argo didn’t necessarily mean for Lila to remove more clothing, just that she slowed down enough to put on a show for a while longer. Oh well, either one’s a win. She normally would’ve chewed me out long before this point. She ran one hand through Lila’s long, deep blue-violet hair, lightly running sharp nails over her scalp and nipping at her shoulder, lingering at the threshold of biting without leaving a mark. The threat of broken skin lingered behind the measured tenderness in her actions. Lila shuddered in response and released a needy moan. Tonight, you’re at the mercy of a demon. I’m going to make sure you remember that. Her free hand found Lila’s tie and tugged at it, forcing her to keel forward. She cried out in irritated protest and shock at the sudden assertiveness but subconsciously backed further into Argo, her body betraying her sounds. Argo intended on weaving her way into control; as much as she loved Lila’s presentation, she wasn’t about to merely be a supportive friend who watched her get off.
“Stop.” Argo’s voice was soft, but her tone was demanding. Lila froze in response. “You can finger yourself, but you can’t touch your clit.”
Lila whipped around in disbelief, panting heavily. “You- I… I can’t finish that way. You know that.” She sounded upset, but she failed to hide the desperation in her voice.
“You could if you let me help you. I know you love it when you’re getting attention both inside and out~” Argo leaned forward enough to leave room for her demon traits to manifest. Her horns, wings, and two tails sprouted at once with a radiant glow before settling into their full physical form. Striking fiery red horn tips faded to a black base and contrasted against Argo’s green hair. Maroon bat-like wings walled off their peripheral vision, perhaps a bit awkwardly on the relatively small loveseat. Her arrow-tipped whiplike tails faded to the same maroon color as her wings, languidly waving back and forth. Lila gave her a confused and almost exasperated look until one of Argo’s tails waved in front of her face to catch her gaze, then drew her attention between her legs as the tip hovered above her skin. Her eyes widened as she realized what Argo was suggesting.
“You can’t, right?” Lila focused on the intimidating pointed end and flat edges of the tail tip. It appeared better suited as a guitar pick than anything that would be used on anyone’s body, especially in such a sensitive spot.
“You’d be surprised. I’ve gotten a lot of good feedback, y’know. I really never tried this with you?”
Lila shook her head, still fixated on the tail tip.
“Try fingering yourself. I’ll take care of the rest from there.”
Lila hesitated, but readily slid her fingers into her core with Argo’s guidance. It wasn’t long until she fingered herself vigorously, whimpering as she increasingly became desperate to reach orgasm after previously being delayed. Argo’s tail plunged between her folds, virtually magnetizing to her clit with surprising ease and dexterity as it made fine, even circles. The other tail aimlessly brushed along Lila’s thigh. She faltered as she drew close to orgasm, choking out a desperate whine of frustration in response to her tired hand. She quickly swapped to her offhand but seemed to struggle at her current pace.
Argo hummed inquisitively, trailing her left hand along Lila’s arm towards her core to seize the opportunity. “Need me to take over?” Talon-like nails pressed gently into the back of Lila’s hand. An intimidating sensation with such an offer, but the blunt ends of her finely trimmed middle and ring fingers offered a much friendlier invitation.
Lila made a weak attempt at shrugging Argo away, but the needy whine that followed betrayed her as her pace slowed.
“I’ll take care of you tonight, but I need to hear words, love.” Her fiery sunset-colored eyes narrowed and fixated on Lila. She promised ecstasy at the cost of control for the night; Lila would be willingly offering herself up for Argo to sap as much energy as she wanted, theoretically up to a coma or death if she grew too careless in the moment. Yet, such an exchange became standard for them at some point. Her skill combined with their mutual familiarity allowed her to be well-attuned to Lila’s limits, enabling her to recognize the cutoff point before any serious harm could be done.
Against Lila’s usual sense of pride when she wasn’t influenced by her heat, she nodded eagerly, though she momentarily guarded her entrance before withdrawing her fingers to allow Argo to slide two fingers in. She pressed upward with a repetitive motion into the most sensitive spot of her walls, causing Lila to throw her head back and release a desperate cry. The simultaneous attack from Argo’s tail on her clit and her long fingers pressing into her almost immediately brought her to the edge after being delayed for too long. Lila began to grind into Argo’s lap as she clenched around her fingers, her motions sporadic and mindless as her slick generated shameful wet sounds with her movements. Hands subconsciously gripped Argo’s thighs as nails dug into the black cloth of her pants, seeking something for her to ground herself to. Short, ragged moans escaped through gritted teeth until she was finally sent over the edge, then transitioned to a single loud, drawling moan that forced her mouth wide open while she climaxed. She arched her back tensely as her walls rhythmically gripped and released Argo’s fingers, expelling a tiny amount of clear fluid into the palm of her hand with each contraction. Her moans tapered into soft whimpers and pants as she came down, convulsions fading as her release dissipated. She stared blankly ahead of her with saliva forming at the corner of her lip as she visibly melted in the afterglow.
Argo hummed with satisfaction at the display before her. After a moment, she withdrew her hand which earned a small, pitiful moan from Lila in response to the new emptiness. She examined the thin coat of fluid on her hand and held it up for both of them to see, though Lila seemed slightly too out-of-focus to process the messy aftermath of her arousal on Argo’s hand. Without much thought, Argo brought it to her own face and licked it from her fingers.
Lila’s gaze sharpened as her face flushed. “Ah- hey! Don’t lick it!”
She looked her in the eyes and continued, lazily lapping up the string of fluid from her hand. “Mmh, you taste great, though. I’m going to be rearranging your womb in a bit but this is the part that gets you flustered?”
“Don’t say it like that!”
Argo grinned. “Fine, I’m going to breed you tonight.” She stroked Lila’s right ear, playing with the fur tuft at the ear tip as she murmured into the other one, earning a shudder from the faunoid. “I’m going to fuck you like the kitty in heat that you are, and I want you to beg me to get you pregnant before I even consider putting it in.”
Lila flashed a conflicted expression of embarrassment mixed with arousal. She was often easily flustered by Argo’s bold statements, but the intent in her eyes made it apparent that her desire was mounting once more.
—
Lila fell on her back, feeling Argo’s weight above her as she was pinned against the bed. Argo’s left hand found both of her wrists and held them down above her head. She felt her free hand slide under her lavender tank top, trailing up the soft skin of her belly before absentmindedly tracing around her right nipple. Lila gasped in response before being muted by Argo’s lips locking onto her own, hungrily absorbing her muffled sounds.
“No bra today?” Argo hiked the tank top up further to reveal her chest, releasing her grip on her wrists to lean down and take the other nipple into her mouth.
“Ngh- I was off today. I didn’t go anywhere.” Lila panted, desperate to be touched elsewhere.
Argo ceased the attack on her nipples and slowly readjusted herself until her head was level with Lila’s waist. “Hmm~ home alone during your time of the month? Were you playing with yourself today?”
“No!” Lila hissed as she shot a glare at her, slightly offended. Though, it does tend to be on my mind a lot more… She averted her gaze, suddenly bashful. “But I did consider it.”
The succubus studied her carefully, making her feel increasingly self-conscious under her piercing gaze. “You were holding back, right? Distracting yourself with other stuff?”
“Can we not?” Lila’s face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. She wasn’t really in the mood for questions. She thrust her hips upward, attempting to grind against Argo’s face if she wasn’t going to be mounted anytime soon.
Argo pressed a hand against Lila’s belly and held her down against the bed. She sat up, straddling her and staring down with fiery luminescent eyes. Lila’s gaze wandered from the prominent ridges of her defined muscles to her bat-like wings that seemed to envelope the both of them, then to her black and red gradient curved horns. The view of the succubus looming above her intimidated her just as much as it made the heat pool in her core. She squirmed, squeezing her legs together for the slightest bit of stimulation.
“Wait.” Argo’s voice was low, dangerous, demanding submission. “You’ve held back just fine on your own today. Behave for a little longer, and I’ll reward you.”
She let out a soft whimper but complied and relaxed, spreading her legs to reveal the slick that had accumulated between her legs. She watched hungrily as Argo removed her pants and unbuttoned her blazer and shirt before reaching behind to undo her black lacy bra. Her chest and abs were now in full view as her clothing swept to the sides like revealing curtains and the bra fell away from her.
“Please,” Lila spread her folds out with two fingers, “put it in.”
Argo let out a low chuckle. “Always so polite.” She lowered herself to Lila’s waist once more. “But no, not yet.”
She whined in response, only to throw her head back and cry out abruptly when she felt Argo’s tongue plunge between her folds, lapping up the now-abundant fluid that showed as proof of her neediness. Argo toyed with her entrance using the tip of her tongue before licking upward and tracing circles around her clit. Her breathy moans filled the air, which only seemed to encourage Argo to target the erect bud. Lila absentmindedly clawed through her hair, messing the green wavy locks that were neatly tied in place. Fearing that she might be teased, she attempted to suppress her moans and movements to hide the fact that she was already at the edge once more. Only occasional muted whines slipped past her efforts as she subconsciously rocked her hips, subtly but rhythmically pressing into Argo’s face as she neared another climax.
A sharp pain shot through her left inner thigh faster than she could register the loss of pleasure. She reflexively flinched and yelped, lifting her head to find the source. Argo stared up at her unapologetically, removing her fangs from punctured skin and languidly lapping up the small, deep red blood droplets that resulted from the bite like a lioness that had just caught its prey. Lila opened her mouth, but sharp nails dug into her other thigh before she could protest.
“Do you think I don’t know how you come? You’re mine tonight. Don’t try to hide it so you can get off without me knowing. Behave, love.”
Lila could only whimper in response as she stared up at Argo, helpless and desperate.
“Turn around.”
When her response lagged, she felt hands firmly guiding her into position, turning her over on her elbows and knees until she was presenting herself on all fours to Argo. She jolted when she felt something warm and curved with prominent ridges rub against her rear. Lila was no stranger to Argo’s ability to form various sizes of temporary members with subtle textures, but never had she created something so bold and perhaps a little intimidating. She reflexively swung her tail to one side as her mind struggled to catch up with their new positions. Argo’s weight shifted on the bed before the spade-headed tip prodded her entrance. She rocked back in an attempt to take in the whole thing, now dripping and aching for any sensation, but Argo pressed a hand against her back and stopped her while slightly withdrawing her hips.
“Patience,” Argo warned in a voice that was low but prompted obedience.
“Please,” Lila begged, her pride crumbling beneath the desperation that was rising to a breaking point. “I need it, I can’t wait anymore.” She turned her head and looked back at Argo with a sideways stare, teary-eyed.
“Then beg more,” she cooed with an air of dominance, using a finger to lazily play with the slick plastered to her folds and eliciting a needy moan from the faunoid at her mercy.
“Just put it in, please.” She squirmed against Argo’s hand. “Breed me, get me pregnant, I don’t even care what you do anymore. Please, I can’t fucking do this anymore. Just fuck me already!” Desperation turbulently blended with agitation as she spat out a string of pleas.
“Heh,” Argo chuckled quietly, “good girl,” she praised as she momentarily stroked the top of Lila’s head, seemingly content with her reaction.
Before Lila could react, she felt Argo’s hands roughly grab her by the hips, sharp claw-like nails digging into soft skin and leaving tiny marks that would serve as a reminder of this moment the following morning. She barely noticed the pain that shot through her and melted with the arousal in her core, wasting no time in lining herself up with Argo and oblivious to the lewd string of drool forming at the corner of her mouth. She was only vaguely aware of Argo’s tails that had snaked their way around her ankles and wrapped them securely in place. Lila reached behind herself and spread one cheek to best reveal herself, impatiently rocking her hips back once she felt the tip against her entrance once more. A tear of bliss fell from her face when Argo finally didn’t tease, instead meeting her effort by firmly plunging in. Every nerve ending inside of her fired in response to the much-needed contact, shooting a hot wave of need through her body. Lila felt a bulbous structure nestled between her folds once Argo was most of the way inside, but she made no effort to shove it in. Oh fuck, is that a knot?
Argo showed no mercy as she immediately withdrew and slammed into her, holding her in place at the hips. The upward curve stretched and played with her walls while the firm ridges along the underside of the shaft perfectly punished her entrance as it passed in and out of her. Lila’s moans escaped between ragged pants as she stared into space with half-lidded eyes, crystal tear drops of pleasure showing at the corners of them. It only took several rigorous thrusts before she came suddenly and embarrassingly fast after being denied release for so long. She choked out a loud cry while dripping copious amounts of slick onto the blanket below. Lila clenched the sheets in her hands, trembling in the aftermath of her abrupt climax. Her arms soon gave way as she fell onto the pillow below her.
But Argo didn’t slow down, instead maintaining her relentless pace as she pounded into Lila and ensured that she didn’t get a chance to recollect herself.
“Argo, w- hah… wait! Wait, I just came- ngh!” She babbled helplessly, her body sensitive and overstimulated.
“Oh? So desperate for so long and you want to pause now? I’m afraid that’s not an option.” She doubled down on Lila and gripped the base of her fluffy tail while leaning forward to hold her down with a hand at the nape of her neck. “You’re not done until I’ve had my way with you.”
Another wave of pleasure racked through her body, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she came again or if she was still coming down from her initial orgasm. Her walls subconsciously clung to Argo as she was pinned into such a submissive position.
“Fuck, you’re clenching tight,” Argo murmured, “you love being manhandled and used, don’t you?”
Lila opened her mouth to object when Argo pulled out and paused as if waiting for a response, only to be cut off with a sharp, embarrassing moan when she deliberately slammed the shaft back in. She repeated this motion several times, slowly withdrawing before each instant thrust that earned an abrupt and needy whimper every time. Once Argo seemed satisfied with apparently torturing her, she picked up the pace once more. Obscene wet sounds mingled with whimpers, moans, and quiet grunts.
“Shit, I’m already getting close,” Argo muttered under her breath, seemingly to herself and possibly forgetting about Lila’s heightened sense of hearing. She voluntarily clenched down on the shaft in response, seeking an opportunity to bring the succubus over the edge with her. The act somewhat backfired when she felt the grip on her tail tighten and bring her even closer to another climax. Argo’s thrusts became more intense and slightly irregular before she shoved the knot inside, which twitched rhythmically with each hot spurt that coated Lila’s insides. She let out a guttural moan as she froze with the knot holding the both of them in place. Lila followed soon after, arching her back as she cried out and sunk her nails and teeth into the pillow beneath her. The involuntary twitching within her earned an uncharacteristic surprised moan from Argo, who attempted to press deeper into her in response.
Lila was the first to collapse onto the bed after finishing, tugging on the knot and earning a pained yelp from both of them. Argo fell on top of her before guiding Lila until both of them were resting on their sides.
“Ow, fuck!”
“Why did you make it to where it also sticks us together?”
“Because you’ve never taken a knot before and I thought it’d be hot with the way you talked about it one time.”
“That was a fanfic!”
“Yeah, well, now we know to keep it that way.”
Lila paused. “I didn’t say we shouldn’t do it again. Actually…”
Before she could say anything, the knotted member dissipated into nothing, allowing the mixture of their fluids to pour onto her inner thighs. Lila whined pathetically at the loss of sensation of being stretched and filled, but Argo soon flipped her onto her back and straddled her. “We have plenty of time, love. I’m nowhere near done with you and I get a sense that you feel the same way.”
The two of them were in for a long night if Argo was going to quell Lila’s intensifying heat.