Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

8-The Fiendish Feast

   He licked as deep as he could as he tongued her entrance. She tasted divine! It was a tangy acidic taste that was slightly different to the imp's. He certainly preferred the way his hostess tasted, and savored it deeply.

   She started closing her glorious thighs around his head as he pulled his tongue out and moved to the hood of her vulva. Finding her erect clitoris, he lightly licked it before softly suckling the way she had done to his nipples.

   Her thighs tightened and she locked her ankles together as she grabbed his hair. She moaned openly as he suckled on her clit, thoroughly enjoying the second course of their meal. She started grinding on his face uncontrollably as she came close, oh so close, to orgasming.

   She then regained control long enough to unhook her ankles and lift him from under his armpits and place him onto the table. She did this so swiftly it scared him, and stared dumbfounded as she unzipped her dress, showing her whole body.

   Her torso had stretch marks down the sides, and her belly rolls complimented her love handles quite nicely. Her breasts were a bit on the small side, definitely smaller than he would have expected for someone with such a prodigious girth, but he thought they were perfect.

   Without a word, she hiked up his legs and got on top of him, taking a second or two to grind before grabbing his penis and engulfing him. She originally had something else in mind for the third course, but she was so caught up that she couldn't remember what it was. Oh well, this would do.

   She grabbed his ankles, and moved herself up and down at her preferred pace. She tilted herself so she would hit all the right places, animalisticly using the boy to get herself off, uncaring of if he was enjoying it.

   He was, in fact, enjoying it very much. He stared at her bouncing breasts and felt the urge to taste those to. "Can, can I, mmmm, suck, suck on your, Oooooh, on your boobs?"

   She laughed at him and leaned herself forward before grabbing his shoulders. "Suck, ah, mm, suck em good, ooh, sugar."

   He opened his mouth and started suckling. He moaned on her nipples as he sucked, the vibrations adding to the whole event.

   The demoness started bouncing on him faster and harder, using her grip on his shoulders as leverage. She pounded away at him, her butt slapping against his balls.

   "Are you, oh yes, ah, are you about to, to come, sugar?" she asked him.

   He nodded as he switched between her nipples.

   "Mmm, hold it in, sugar, hold, oh my, mmmm, hold it in until, until I come. I'm, I'm so close sugar."

   Hearing this, he used every ounce of strength he had to hold back as she went faster and faster and harder and harder against him. The beautiful sexual noises she made certainly weren't helping him.

   She was so close. She felt it build up inside. Just a little bit longer. Just, a, little, bit, longer. So close, so close!

   There! She gave one final slam downwards and stayed ther, rubbing her throbbing clit against his skin.

   He felt her come on top of him, her inside convulsing and releasing delectable juices, and finally released himself. He orgasmed with her as they moaned in delicious ecstasy. After a while they came down from their high and just cuddled there.

   A few minutes passed and the demoness finally got off of the boy. "Are you still awake, sugar?"

"Mmhmm," he replied.

   She smiled at him. "Good, because you've had all three courses, and now it's time for your dessert." With that she crawled forward until her crotch was right above his face. She reached her hand back and held her lower lips open. "I want you to lick every drop of your salty cream out of me, sugar. Do you understand?"

   Adrien answered by placing his hands behind her butt and pulling his face up to lick mercilessly, using his tongue to scoop out and swallow every drop of his  own seed.

   He got carried away and, eventually, gave her a second orgasm.

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   Two weeks later Edith opened her front door and saw, off all things, her young adult son, hand in hand with a demon. She was a bit put off by this. Not because she was a demon, but because of how she acted like she owned him. Because of how he acted like an obedient puppy towards her.

   She knew she shouldn't judge, what with all the things she and her celestial husband got up to behind closed doors.

   He introduced her, and said they had been dating for a bit. After coming inside and eating dinner, Edith still was not fond of this woman and how she and her son acted towards one another. Perhaps someday she could bring herself to like her son's new significant other, hopefully before they got any ideas about marriage. Her husband would most definitely be against this once he got back from his duties tomorrow.

   The thing that really sealed her dislike of the way they acted towards one another, was, in part, due to her son's shirt reading "slutty boitoy for sale" with the word "sold" stamped across in bright red letters. It was also partly due to the demoness's shirt, which read "Your son calls me Mommy too."

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//alright, no one voted for either bird or reptile alien in the QnA area, soooo. . . *flips coin,* bird alien it is.