Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

8-The Fiendish Feast

   He was getting close, she could feel it. She still had two more courses though, so he couldn't come just yet. Right as he was on the edge, she pulled her tongue out and pulled the imp off of his boner. His hips bucked wildly, begging for the barest purchase of friction.

   The imp whined a little, but sat back obediently. Being oh so close to orgasming herself, she fingered herself as she sat there on her knees, and finally came. Her hips shook as her cum leaked out onto her hands and the table.

   The demoness looked back at the other imps. They were close, but not quite orgasming yet. She rolled her eyes and picked up the one imp off of the table. She walked over to Adrien's face to see him tearing up from being edged.

   She reached forward and pulled the apple out of his mouth. "That's just the first course, sugar, I'll make sure you come by the third. Before we get to the second course though, I've got an appetizer for you." She then set the half unconscious imp down on her back with her crotch facing him.

   Adrian complied, and licked up all the cum and juices from her lower body. He had never tasted a woman before, it was a bit more acidic than he would have thought. In her post orgasm state, the imp softly placed her hand on top of his head and rubbed it softly.

   By the time she was all clean, the other imps had all came and were laying down in a sleeping pile. The demoness picked her up again and placed her on the pile before turning her attention back to Adrian.

   "All right sugar, get back in your chair." She climbed on top of the table as he weakly got back in his seat. "I've got the second course all ready for you."

   She sat down on her knees in front of him while facing away from him. After taking a moment to let him savor the immense size of her glorious posterior, she finally used her tail to lift the back of her dress to give him a better view. Adrian's eyes widened as he saw she was not wearing panties.

   "Just the back end for now, sugar, you'll taste my front soon enough."

   He leaned forward and cautiously licked her rim. It didn't taste bad, so he licked it a second time. It tasted pretty good actually. He started licking more aggressively and, remembering how good it felt when she did it to him, he stuck his tongue in and licked around.

   She moaned softly as he did so, and bit her lower lip as she rubbed herself through the dress fabric. He then placed his hands on her enormous cellulite laden cheeks, and spread them as far as he could. He went deeper and deeper inside her as he did so, pressing his forehead against the base of her tail. This was no hell, this was heaven! He wanted to bury his face here forever.

   "Mmm, that feels real good sugar," she told him, "but now I got other things that need attention." She waited until he pulled his tongue out and turned herself around to lay down on her back. She spread her legs wide as he bent forward to eat the rest of the second course.

   He started with the little section between her legs where the vulva lips and butt crack met, and kissed her softly. He then kissed her lower lips again, but slightly higher this time. He gave kiss after kiss as he made his way upwards at a painstakingly slow pace.

   As he went upwards his soft kisses changed into soft laps with his tongue that went deeper and deeper between her lips as he went higher and higher. By the time he reached her vagina, she was soaking wet.