"Oh, Gods!" Lillith screamed in pleasure as Bard's callused hands slapped her behind, sending soft ripples against her pale-blue skin. Her tail quivered in delight from the unexpected pain as she bit her lip seductively at him.
His look of concentration made the lady-temptress' heart flutter in embarrassment. 'Hah. He's merely a mortal, get a hold of yourself.' She scolded herself internally, struggling to hide her emerging grin.
She, instead, hid her uncharacteristically semi-wide grin by teasing Bard with a tantalizing lick of the lips, puckering a kiss towards him, and throwing him off his game by dropping an excitable comment.
"You like it when I ride you, don'tcha?" She interrogated him, squeezing her hips, and forcing an answer out of him. He only grunted from the sudden movement of soft flesh and tried to keep his eyes concentrated on the succubus' soft breasts.
With each bounce, they mesmerized the mortal, rendering him speechless by her beauty. Or at least that's what Lillith thought until she saw the nonchalant yet intense look that the man had plastered on his face.
Annoyed, Lillith changed strategies to successfully make the man utter a word, by leaning forward and putting her arms behind his back, putting more thrust, more bounce in her movement. She was the one feeling exceedingly good now, his member reaching her deepest parts, but there was no way she'd admit that to him directly.
But, oh, it felt fucking good. She almost came from a particularly hard thrust, gasping from the effort. She growled now, almost like a beast of prey, and bit (softly) on Bard's shoulder, drawing sweet, sweet blood.
She licked it, again and again, as her entire being shook from the revitalizing drop of red liquid, gulping down like it was gods-cherished water. Her already-lively bounce had another extra spring to it, pounding down hard on Bard's erect shaft.
Lilith was panting like a mutt in heat now, her blood-crimson eyes coupled with her face full of lust and mouth dripping with saliva, was bejeweling and enchanting to all lesser men who'd be hypnotized by her state.
Although, with all that said, Lilith's extremely insatiable state of madness now hadn't managed to eke out even a single, sensible word from Bard, who only focused on making love to the alluring daemon.
Now, though, Lilith couldn't care less, forgetting her earlier goal, as she focused on the feeling of her insides enveloping the rather-familiar shape of Bard's cock. Her moans increased in intensity, filling the gaps of silence in the room with the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, and a woman's noises of pleasure.
"Ah! More! More!" Bard obliged, and wrapped his arms around the tight curves of the daemon, with enough strength to not hurt her—even though, the succubus was a creature with supernatural abilities and powers.
Lillith still noticed, and swooned prettily, before her mind was overwhelmed by the desperate ramming of Bard's member inside her. She dug her claws into the mortal's back—which would probably leave massive scars adding to his already large collection, the pain largely being ignored by Bard as lust overtook his mind—as she whipped her head back and arched her back.
He rocked his hips back and forth, plunging deeper inside, and began kissing her vulnerable nipple, circling his tongue around its softness, and clenched down on it with his teeth, eliciting an intense shrill of pain (and pleasure) from the daemon.
"Xasirthos!" She called out the Goddess of Fertility's name in vain as she got closer to an orgasm.
Finally, Bard said a word. "I won," with a hint of pride, as the succubus' wide, mystical eyes shut in satisfaction, frantically dropping down and engulfing the entirety of Bard's shaft, her legs giving out from the pleasure.
Breathless, the succubus' pupils almost seemed to turn into hearts in front of Bard's very own eyes; a trick of the mind. She formed a small 'O' with her lips, twitched, and playfully smacked her tail on the mortal's leg. "Human." She said, flirtatiously.
Bard grunted in response, not bothering to move, and just waited for his erection to go down, managing to stop his climax right before the succubus' own.
Lillith looked down, with his dick still inside her, and grew pissed. She hopped off his rod, kneeled on the smooth, stone floor, and gripped his member, tightly, making Bard grunt in pain.
"How dare you play dumb. To me, no less." She said furiously, pride be damned, as she suffered through this humiliation. She began sliding her surprisingly soft hand on Bard's dick. A familiar motion of upwards and downwards.
She licked the side of her lips as she watched the mortal's face make a look of reluctant gratification. "You didn't deign it fit to finish inside me?" She suddenly gripped his dick with force, and it made the mortal jump off the throne in pain. Almost, before he was put in place by the stronger creature.
"Now, I want you to cum for me," she said with a tinge of debauchery, feeling the mortal's shaft twitching, smiling wickedly at the incoming gush of seed.
Not one to be outdone, Bard, with a sudden exertion of great strength, shocked the daemon, as he stood up and broke free from her hold, grabbed her magnificently curved horn, and sprayed his sperm all over her face as she clenched a fist in anger, but nonetheless, submissively welcomed the sticky liquid dripping down her eyes and mouth.
Sighing, her anger evaporating quickly as it came, she licked the fluid as Bard heaved out from the sudden burst of energy, astonishing even him.
"Hmm. Pretty thick. And, surprisingly… tasty? You eat fruit, huh?" She unloaded tons of questions at the mortal who grew tired and sagged on the throne, despite the uncomfortable material.
Instead of getting angry at the arrogance of the human lounging on her throne, she just shrugged. "He was quite good. For a mortal. Might want to keep him." She said to herself, eyeing the impressive physique of the man.
"I still want more." She said, seeing the sleeping Bard's still-erect manhood, a massive grin forming on her cum-covered face.