Natalie gasped at the first touch on her bare thigh. The tentacles were warm and pulsing faintly as they slid across her upper thighs and between to press against her panties. Natalie froze at the light, questioning pressure. Was she really going to let this happen? She looked down at where the tentacles gripped her and bit her lip.
If the demon was her soulmate, she could not banish him
until the ritual was complete. As the thought rolled around in her mind, the
tentacle pressed to her panties and lightly grazed her clit. Natalie jerked in
shock, and a soft moan escaped her. It would not really hurt anything, right?
Besides, she did want to banish the demon.
Does this please you, my little witch?
Natalie bit her lip to hold back a loud moan as several
tentacles slipped into her panties to stroke her bare skin. They slid through
her growing wetness to rub over her clit. A shiver ran down her spine and her
nipples hardened against the soft fabric of her dress. Immediately, more
tentacles stroked up her ribs to seek out her breasts.
A tentacle flicked her clit just as the others found her
nipples. They fastened onto the hardened buds and tugged lightly. Another
teasing flick to her clit made her hiss and arch her back.
She let her legs fall open to give the tentacle more space. Nemondae
growled something that sounded obscene and pressed her thighs further apart.
His tentacles were suddenly everywhere. They stroked her cheeks, encircled her
neck, and caressed her spread thighs. Each time he flicked her clit, her breathing
hitched, and her pussy clenched deep inside.
Damn demon. She could feel his hunger but also his
amusement. He wanted her to beg for it. The tip of his tentacle circled her
clit over and over, just enough to make her crave more. The tentacles massaging
her breasts rubbed and flicked at her nipples until she wanted to scream.
Natalie knew she was moaning desperately, but she could not stop the noises.
Every movement between her legs made her thighs tremble. Her
pussy ached to be filled, and she could not get the image of Nemondae's cock
out of her head. The way it moved as if it had a mind of its own. How would it
feel deep inside her, stroking everywhere at once? She whined at the thought.
Ask, and you shall receive.
What was she trying to prove by denying herself? Natalie
gasped out a plea, reaching out as much as possible with her arms bound by the
demon's tentacles. She felt Nemondae's triumph a second before he surged
forward. His hips spread her thighs, and she caught a glimpse of his monstrous
cock before the broad head spread her soaked pussy and sank into her one thick
inch at a time.
Natalie threw her head back and groaned. The tentacle teasing
her clit gently seized it and began to squeeze rhythmically. Natalie cried out,
and her pussy clenched. Her wetness gushed out around Nemondae's cock, as he
sank deeper. His blood-red eyes rose from watching his cock ease into her to
meet her gaze, and she realized he was completely inside her.
He gave her a sharp-toothed grin, and she choked on a moan
as his cock writhed inside her. It was better than she had imagined. Natalie
felt a burst of smugness from the demon before he pulled his hips back and
thrust back into her. She gasped his name.
The tentacle around her neck tipped her head back to bare
her throat. Natalie watched Nemondae lean in from beneath her eyelashes. He
grazed her vulnerable throat with razor-sharp teeth and growled in pleasure.
Her hips jerked at the sound, and she clenched down around him.
He seemed to take it as encouragement. His tentacles
tightened on her, spreading her legs wider as the tentacle on her clit
tormented the swollen nub, and he began to thrust in earnest. The basement
filled with the wet slap of their bodies, slicked with their mixed arousal.
His tentacles tweaked her nipples with each jerk of his hips,
and his prehensile cock writhed like a snake inside her, massaging everywhere
at once. Natalie's mind filled with static as her body became overwhelmed with
sensation. Nemondae's tentacles could touch every sensitive place on and in her
body simultaneously.
It was an erotic overload, and not even his smug pleasure
filling her mind could distract her from the devastating orgasm welling up
inside her. Her thighs clamped down on his hips, and her nails scored lines in
his midnight flesh as her breath caught. Pure ecstasy rolled through her,
curling her toes and making her cry out his name.
Yes, my little witch. Give me your pleasure.
Natalie wailed as Nemondae thrust faster and continued to
torment her puffy nipples and swollen clit. She barely had time to breathe
before another wave of pleasure crashed over her. She was vaguely aware of
screaming as her body shook and her pussy fluttered in ecstasy. She was still
shaking when the demon stilled inside her.
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