Fiona gripped his ass, spreading his cheeks wide while pulling him into her. Each time he thrust inside her wet pussy the tail withdrew, and vice versa. As he fucked her, her tail fucked him. They created a rhythm that had them moaning over each other's sexual ecstasy.
"Holy fuck! That feels incredible, Fi!"
Drayce's impending orgasm quickly built to critical levels. He spilled inside her just as her tail plunged deep into his bowels. The vibrations sent shocks to his hidden sexual organ that shattered all conscious thought.
"Don't stop now, Drayce!" Fiona shouted.
He somehow managed to keep thrusting. His orgasm, which normally would have lasted ten seconds, tops, was well past the thirty second mark and showed no signs of stopping. What had she done?
"I-I can't stop cumming!" Drayce cried.
"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes, Drayce! Cum like you never have! I want you to feel this good till you can't stand it any longer!"
He thought he might die, or at least go blind after a solid five minutes of orgasm passed. His heart jackhammered -- he could feel it pounding in his head as sweat poured down his body. Too much! He passed out, collapsing on her soft breasts.
They lay together and basked in mutual satisfaction. She rubbed his back with a soft gentle touch; he fell asleep almost instantly.
Once Drayce was out cold, she slid out from under him and scooted off the edge of the bed.
She giggled when she noticed Stacy staring at her with head tilted, sitting on all fours. They must have put on quite a show for her pet. The evidence: a small oily pool on the floor from the devilkin's dripping sex.
A sudden thud made the walls of the succubus's lair shake. Stacy and Fiona jumped to their feet.
"Right on time," Fiona said, quickly throwing her white dress back on.
With her pet at her side, Fiona watched as a portal on the far wall appeared to be forced open by some unseen force. A humanoid figure slowly stepped through to invade Fiona's home.
It was a person she could never forget, despite his new style of clothing. Those evil eyes; that gray skin; that crown of twisted bones. It was her creator, the Lord of Lust himself. Judging by the massive sword sheathed on his back, he was not here for a friendly visit.
"Fiona! You look lovely as ever."
"Asmodeus. I see you've decided to update your wardrobe. Nice to see you wearing pants for a change. Though that vest makes you look a bit feminine."
He snarled. "Are you attempting to provoke me? I think we both know how such a conflict would end."
Stacy growled, ready to attack. Fiona put her hand on Stacy's head. "Protect Drayce," she whispered.
Asmodeus walked deliberately around her dwelling. "You know, you've disappointed me yet again. All these centuries gone by, expecting you to make an attempt on my life, and you never did. I thought the angels finally got to you. Imagine my surprise when I picked up on the magical trail you've been leaving around this city. Very foolish on your part."
Fiona smiled wickedly. "Everything I have done since you banished me have been carefully calculated moves on a very big chess board." She looked towards the bed. "And over there rests a very big piece."
Asmodeus observed the human slumbering on her bed. "My, how you have fallen from my unholy grace. Soul-binding yourself to a mortal? Such an abomination you've become."
"Not just any mortal. He is a pure soul, one I love. It was my love for Simon that empowered me to stand against you before and it is my love for Drayce that will enable me to kill you now."
He folded his arms, "Touching. I think it will take more than 'love' to kill me, however."
"How about this, then?" Fiona walked to the center of her dwelling where the cursed sword Ragnarok rested. She grasped the intricate handle, lifted the sword from its golden pedestal, and pointed it at Asmodeus. "His pure soul provides me with the energy to wield Ragnarok again."
"Interesting. However, did you forget that as your creator, my magic dominates your every action?"
He raised his hand and focused his power within it. His eyes widened with surprise when his magic fizzled dimly at his fingertips. He attempted again, grunting with irritation.
Fiona chuckled. "Oh no! Is your magic not working?" she taunted as she approached him. "I befriended an angel who happened to specialize in anti-magic barriers. I called in a favor, asking her to make a special anti-magic barrier inside my lair, one that had the power to suppress any demon's magic other than my own, even an Aspect's."
He scowled at her, his anger building with the knowledge she had outsmarted him.
"I knew you were looking for me for a long while now. All I had to do was bide my time and wait for the perfect time to draw you to me. The soul summoning ritual, the memory transfer, and the soul-binding were all to grab your attention. Then all I had to do was fly through the city to catch your eye and lure you here."
Her eyes glowed with the fury of a lover scorned. "I told you I'd make you pay. Even if you manage to defeat me, this place will be your prison. You'll never be able to consume another soul and your body will rot for eternity!"
Asmodeus drew his massive sword. "Do not think of me as being so weak! I will break free of your little trap, after I tear your pathetic body apart, limb from limb!"
They charged each other with swinging blades. A monstrous clash of unholy steel jarred Drayce from his slumber. "What the fuck?" When his blurry vision focused on who else was in the room, a chill ran down his spine. "Oh shit!"
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